Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Crushing the Nether Dragon

Dealing with such a powerful protective array came down to a single strategy: grinding it down!

This massive Formation consumed terrifying amounts of Spiritual Energy, allowing it to hold against the Seven Dragon True Immortals’ Formation. Yet without external replenishment, it could only drain the island’s stored reserves. No matter how vast these reserves were, they’d eventually deplete.

Time crawled—one day, two days, three days.

Spiritual Energy ripples from the battle spread tens of thousands of miles. Spectators spread word through messages, drawing ever-larger crowds.

Ghost-Eating Monster Granny, a millennium-old demon who’d offended countless Cultivators, now faced certain doom. Her predicament naturally attracted gleeful onlookers.

They chattered merrily while watching:

"Looks like Ghost-Eating Monster Granny’s done for this time. Picking fights with that hothead Fang Lie? Now he’s smashed through her gates! Even with Seven Dragon True Immortals and Mr. Suan Mei stalling via the protective array, she’s finished!"

"Don’t count her out yet. Remember her old flame? This commotion must’ve reached him. He’ll come."

"Why’s a lone wolf like her have such backing? Without protectors, she’d have died ages ago!"

"Heh, here’s the tale. She was once Ghost Realm Sect’s Fire Tribulation Immortal and Immortal Wan Gui’s concubine. Back when Wan Gui was weaker, enemies nearly killed him. She saved him but got disfigured. Though no longer his concubine, he still shields her. That’s why she’s so strong and cocky!"

"So Immortal Wan Gui might actually rescue her?"

"Unclear. Three days passed—a Fire Tribulation Immortal could’ve arrived instantly from nearby. No sign yet. Maybe he’s in closed-door training and missed the news."

Amidst the gossip, a black-robed Daoist lurked invisibly overhead.

Perched cross-legged on a monstrous ghost’s head, the middle-aged man’s dark face twisted with cold malice. Faint crimson light wreathed him like smoldering Fire Clouds—the hallmark of a Fire Tribulation Immortal.

This was Ghost Realm Sect’s Immortal Wan Gui.

He’d actually arrived two days prior but lingered in shadows, conflicted.

Wan Gui knew Fang Lie’s reputation intimately—the undying nature, the Kunlun Sword Token. Provoking such a man meant inviting doom.

Normally, Wan Gui would’ve slaughtered any ordinary Cultivator without hesitation. But Fang Lie? Killing him once achieved nothing. Worse, it risked East Kunlun’s wrath via the Sword Token. Ghost Realm Sect’s Higher-ups would sacrifice Wan Gui to avoid war with those sword-cultivating fanatics. Even Xuan Sect disciples couldn’t defy the Token’s decree.

The Fang clan’s stubborn pride was legendary. Wan Gui suspected any interference would push Fang Lie to activate the Token against him. Not ready to die, Wan Gui stayed hidden, scheming to snatch Ghost-Eating Monster Granny at the last moment without confronting Fang Lie directly. Perhaps then, even if suspected, Fang Lie wouldn’t waste the Token on petty revenge.

Seven more days passed. The Seven Dragon True Immortals had burned through 70-80% of their Magic, yet the Nether Dragon Ghost Formation remained unyielding. Forced to retreat, they swallowed top-grade spirit pills from Fang Lie to restore their strength.

At this moment, the weakness of the protective array became apparent—it could only endure attacks without countering. The enemies could strike freely, retreating to restore Magic when exhausted before resuming their assault, while the protective array could do nothing but silently withstand the blows.

After three hours, aided by top-grade spirit pills, the Seven Dragon True Immortals fully restored their vast ocean-like Magic reserves and advanced again to launch another offensive.

Without external Spiritual Energy replenishment, the protective array had barely accumulated any energy during those three hours.

Thus, the Seven Dragon True Immortals relentlessly attacked the formation. Each time their Magic depleted to seventy or eighty percent, they retreated to consume spirit pills and recover.

After four such cycles, the Underworld Dragon Evil Ghost Formation finally showed signs of collapse.

With their Magic fully restored once more, the Seven Dragon True Immortals pressed forward decisively, shattering the Underworld Dragon Evil Ghost Formation within two hours. A thunderous explosion echoed as the colossal mist-like Underworld Dragon let out a final Heart-wrenching Scream before dissipating into nothingness.

As the dragon perished, the entire protective array crumbled. The millennium-old fog enveloping False Soul Island gradually dispersed, unveiling the island’s true visage.

The entire island lay cloaked in darkness—black mountains, black trees, black waters. Even the scattered bones littering the ground were jet-black, emitting a foul stench that painted the scene of a living hell.

"Ah!" gasped the watching Cultivators in horror.

"I recall this island was once a lush spiritual paradise housing a sect and a million mortals. Look at it now—a veritable hell!"

"Judging by the sea of bones, the death toll surely exceeds ten million! Rumors said Ghost-Eating Monster Granny abducted countless mortals—she must have sacrificed them all here!"

"That monster has no conscience! Thank the heavens Fang Lie intervened, or countless more would’ve perished!"

As the crowd seethed with anger, Fang Lie and the other Immortals burned with wrath.

Fang Lie narrowed his eyes, murderous intent radiating as he commanded, "Find Ghost-Eating Monster Granny! Tear her corpse to shreds and avenge these wronged souls!"

"Understood!" The Seven Dragon True Immortals responded instantly, soaring toward the island’s heart.

They soon reached a bone altar spanning several miles, constructed entirely from densely packed skeletons—this gruesome structure alone required slaughtering at least a million mortals.

Atop the altar sat a duck-egg-sized black translucent orb. Inside, a ferocious black dragon clawed and roared furiously.

With each roar, terrifying divine sense waves tsunami-crashed outward. The Seven Dragon True Immortals, first to suffer despite being a hundred miles away, bled from their seven orifices. They hastily activated protective Dao magic to barely withstand the assault.

"Disaster!" roared Immortal Wind Dragon. "The Underworld Dragon Orb has fully formed! Quickly, activate the formation to suppress it!"

At his order, the Seven Dragon True Immortals swiftly formed the Seven Dragon Formation. Each summoned a Dao magic dragon, weaving chains that tightly bound the orb.

Yet the enraged dragon within resisted fiercely, intensifying its roars and battering the magical chains. Neither side gained ground, creating another stalemate.

Fang Lie stared blankly, unprepared for this development.

Mr. Suan Mei cried, "Ghost-Eating Monster Granny dares forge the Underworld Dragon Orb? It’s developed spiritual awareness—reaching Seventh-rank Treasure status!"

"What’s the Underworld Dragon Orb?" Fang Lie pressed urgently.

"A Sinister Treasure crafted from Seventh-rank or higher dragon-type Great Demon Pills, sealed with a Ghost Realm Underworld Dragon’s soul, and nurtured by endless grievances," Mr. Suan Mei explained. "Its creation demands slaughtering at least ten million, accruing catastrophic karma that multiplies Tribulation power. Even the demonic Path avoids this—it’s suicidal! Has that crone gone mad?"

Suddenly, Ghost-Eating Monster Granny’s voice pierced the air: "Fools! Did you think this old woman lacked hidden skills? Let’s see how you seven fight while trapped!"

Appearing behind the Seven Dragon True Immortals, she brandished a smoke-wreathed black dagger screaming with tormented souls, poised to strike Immortal Wind Dragon.

Engrossed in suppressing the orb, Immortal Wind Dragon couldn’t resist or evade without collapsing the Formation and dooming his comrades. Resigned, he shut his eyes awaiting death.

At this critical juncture, purple light flashed across the sky. Ghost-Eating Monster Granny’s triumphant expression twisted into terror as she shrieked.

Her body withered rapidly, as if drained of all vitality. Within moments, she resembled a desiccated tomb corpse—breath shallow, combat power extinguished, clinging barely to life.