Chapter 121 Upper Realm Phantom

Watching the endless lightning continuously striking down toward Demon God Palace, Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but marvel in admiration.

This Senior Brother Zhang not only had peerless Divine Ability, but his speed to cultivation was also extremely fast.

He hadn't expected him to be extremely proficient in the way of Formation as well.

He completely couldn't see through this apocalyptic-like lightning Formation.

It probably wasn't the original Formation of Dao Saint Sect.

There was a high possibility that it was self-created by Zhang Yuhe.

Being able to create a Formation with such powerful might—

the extent of Zhang Yuhe's proficiency in the way of Formation could be glimpsed from this.

Feng Xiaotian turned his head again and looked toward the one hundred and eight Lightning Absorbing Pillars.

At this moment, he already had some guesses.

These pillars supporting the heavens should be used for setting up the Renshui Lightning Absorption Array.

It was just that the Renshui Lightning Absorption Array of Dao Saint Sect only needed twenty-eight Lightning Absorbing Pillars.

Moreover, those Lightning Absorbing Pillars were also only Low-Grade Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasures.

Meanwhile, these Lightning Absorbing Pillars set up by Zhang Yuhe were all Middle Grade Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasures.

Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Forging so many Middle Grade Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasures just to set up a Formation—

Senior Brother truly made a grand gesture.

Zhang Yuhe quickly executed hand incantations, controlling the Myriad Thunder Annihilation Array to continuously launch attacks against Demon God Palace.

Every time a bolt of lightning struck down, the blue light barrier above Demon God Palace would experience violent tremors.

However, Zhang Yuhe knew.

The defense of Demon God Palace was not so easy to break through; it was estimated that it would still take some time.

"Let's speed up a bit more."

Thinking of this,

Zhang Yuhe waved his right hand.

Nine Flying Swords quickly descended toward the outer perimeter of Demon God Palace.

A dazzling Sword Qi light barrier rose outside Demon God Palace.

Along with Zhang Yuhe executing hand incantations,

massive amounts of formless Sword Qi quickly slashed toward the blue light barrier above Demon God Palace.

The Sword Qi slashed down rapidly.

The blue light barrier trembled even more fiercely.

Working on both fronts was indeed much faster.

Seeing this effect, Zhang Yuhe nodded in satisfaction.

...

Inside a certain grand hall of Demon God Palace,

Ning Hefeng was praying incessantly.

Suddenly, a dazzling light lit up on the Formation platform.

A faint phantom slowly appeared on the Formation platform.

On the surface, the phantom didn't seem to have any fluctuations in aura.

However, that pair of sharp eyes seemed capable of seeing through the ages and the future.

Seeing the phantom appear, Ning Hefeng couldn't help feeling wild joy.

He excitedly shouted loudly toward the phantom,

"Ning Hefeng, deacon of the Cangyun Realm Demon God Palace, pays respects to the Upper Realm True God."

The phantom glanced at Ning Hefeng, then raised his head to look at the endless lightning outside.

He slightly frowned and asked,

"What on earth happened? Where is the Palace Master of this realm?"

"One hundred years ago, the Yu Fantian passage opened, and the Palace Master led a large army to charge into Yu Fantian..."

"Three months ago, news of the Palace Master's fall suddenly came. Not long after, the Great Ascension of Yu Fantian charged into the Cangyun Realm."

"We implore the Upper Realm True God to quickly descend a dharma body to resolve the crisis of the Cangyun Realm."

Ning Hefeng quickly explained the details of the whole event in full, while hoping that the Upper Realm Demon God would descend as soon as possible

to expel the invading Yu Fantian Cultivators out of the Cangyun Realm.

However, facing Ning Hefeng's plea for help, the expression on the phantom's face seemed somewhat helpless.

After quite a while, he slowly said,

"The Demon God cannot descend to the Lower Realm with his true body. If he wants to descend to the Lower Realm, his cultivation must at most not exceed the Great Ascension Realm."

Hearing this, Ning Hefeng was not disappointed.

That Demon Gods could not descend to the Lower Realm was something he had heard of long ago.

In his view, to deal with those two Yu Fantian Cultivators outside, the Upper Realm only needed to descend one or two Mahayana Ancestors

and they could completely annihilate the opponents.

Thinking of this,

Ning Hefeng immediately said with excitement,

"Then please ask the True God to dispatch Mahayana Ancestors from the Upper Realm as soon as possible to descend and assist. The external defensive Formation is almost unable to hold on."

In Ning Hefeng's plea for help, there was even a hint of crying.

There was no other way; he had to cry at this moment.

If it dragged on any longer, everything would be too late.

However, the phantom said helplessly,

"We currently do not have a Realm-Breaking Stone. Even if we want to let those of the Great Ascension Realm descend to the Lower Realm, we temporarily cannot do it."

Hearing this, Ning Hefeng's heart instantly grew cold.

He slumped down heavily onto the Formation platform.

The phantom's words completely shattered all his previous expectations.

Without support from the Upper Realm, it was impossible for them to guard Demon God Palace.

Perhaps before long, the Cangyun Realm Demon God Palace would disappear into the long river of Chaotic River.

Looking at the dejected Ning Hefeng, the phantom remained silent.

After quite a while, he slowly spoke up and said,

"When the Cultivators outside come in, I will talk with them, hoping to make them withdraw from the Cangyun Realm."

Hearing this, Ning Hefeng's eyes instantly lit up.

Although this True God phantom had not a shred of strength besides transmitting messages and communicating,

after all, the other party was a Demon God comparable to a True Immortal.

With a True Immortal speaking, wouldn't those two Yu Fantian Cultivators outside obediently take orders and act accordingly?

Thinking of this, hope reignited on Ning Hefeng's originally dejected expression.

...

Zhang Yuhe and Feng Xiaotian watched the endless lightning continuously striking down toward Demon God Palace.

Boundless Sword Qi rapidly swept across toward the blue light barrier.

Under this dual attack,

the blue light barrier shrouding above Demon God Palace trembled more and more fiercely.

It was obvious that it was almost unable to hold on.

Rumble...

Along with a ferocious bolt of lightning striking down, the lightning exploded above the blue light barrier, erupting with a heaven-shaking roar.

The blue light barrier instantly shattered into pieces.

The defensive Formation shrouding above Demon God Palace was completely broken through by Zhang Yuhe.

Boundless Sword Qi rapidly swept across within Demon God Palace.

Those Cultivators who retreated to guard Demon God Palace were instantly and silently sliced into ashes.

A large number of buildings were razed to the ground by the violent Sword Qi.

"Huh, there are actually still fish that slipped through the net."

Zhang Yuhe's Divine Sense enshrouded all directions, discovering that there was actually still one grand hall intact without damage.

And inside the grand hall, it seemed there were still members of the Demon Race present.

"Sect Master, let's go over and take a look."

"Alright."

The two of them quickly flew toward that peculiar grand hall.

Arriving outside the grand hall,

they saw three large characters written on the plaque of the grand hall: Chengtian Hall.

A bronze gate was tightly shut.

Scratches from streaks of Sword Qi remained on the gate.

Clearly, it was precisely because of this gate that the Sword Qi attack of the Nine Heavens Primordial Chaos Sword Formation was blocked.

"Hmph."

Zhang Yuhe let out a cold hmph.

You can block the Sword Qi attack, let's see if you can block my Galaxy Divine Dragon Fist.

With a raise of his hand and a punch, he fiercely blasted toward the bronze gate.

The heavy bronze gate instantly shattered into pieces.

Zhang Yuhe stepped into the grand hall.

He was surprised to discover that besides the member of the Demon Race he had discovered in his Divine Sense earlier,

at this moment inside the grand hall, there was actually also a peculiar phantom.

This phantom completely did not emit any aura at all, as if it didn't exist in the world at all.

Zhang Yuhe's gaze looked toward the phantom, and his heart gave a sudden start.

He completely couldn't make out what kind of existence this phantom actually was.

"Could it be a Demon God from the Upper Realm?"

Zhang Yuhe felt a huge crisis, and he quietly stepped back two steps.

He thought that when encountering things one couldn't see through, it was best to play it safe.

At this time, Feng Xiaotian's voice came from the side.

"Senior Brother does not need to panic. That is merely a message-transmitting phantom, possessing no strength in itself."