Chapter 935
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**Boom!!!**
In an instant, the seven individuals reacted with incredible swiftness, launching their attacks towards the stone fists that were condensed from the rock. The terrifying power of the Myriad Methods collided with the stone, creating an impact so intense that even those standing several miles away felt as if their eardrums were about to burst. The seven Myriad Methods realm powerhouses were on a completely different level from the rest.
Ye Wushuang was also closely observing the actions of these seven. The cliff was sealed with a unique and intricate formation, making it far from easy to reach the summit and obtain the dozen or so Sola Spirit Fruits. The stone fists continued to pummel down, but among the seven, six were paired up, making their resistance relatively manageable. As for Wu Xiuran, despite fighting alone, his strength at the Seventh Level of the Myriad Methods was extremely domineering, ensuring his safety.
The stone fists kept erupting from within the mountain, and the seven continued to counter and gradually ascend. They eventually reached a height of five hundred paces. The stone fists suddenly ceased their assault. However, none of the seven—Wu Xiuran, Wang Ming, Wang Qing, and the others—relaxed their guard. They each took out a spiritual pill and swallowed it, restoring their energy and spirit. They had only reached halfway! No one knew what dangers lay in the remaining half of the climb.
“From here on, we need to be extra cautious,” Wang Qing said. “The dangers ahead are likely to be even greater. If we die, those who are waiting in the wings will be the ones to reap the benefits.”
One of the two women spoke up, “You might die, but we certainly won’t!”
Wang Qing laughed heartily but didn’t respond further. The seven figures once again leaped into the air, continuing their ascent.
They climbed another hundred paces without encountering any danger. The same happened when they climbed another hundred paces. It seemed that the seven were about to reach the summit, with the Sola Spirit Fruits almost within their grasp.
**Buzz…**
Suddenly, at the nine-hundred-paces mark, the cliff emitted a heart-quaking light. In the blink of an eye, the seven figures vanished.
Below, the hundreds of Tian Gang and Myriad Methods practitioners were left stunned. Where did they go? How could they just disappear? After waiting for a while, the seven figures still did not reappear.
“Did they die?” someone ventured.
“The top of this half-mountain seems to be some kind of formation…” another speculated.
“Did the formation absorb them all?” a third wondered.
“Probably,” a fourth agreed.
The onlookers remained hesitant to approach, but a few brave souls were ready to take the risk. Among the crowd, although Wu Xiuran, Wang Ming, and Wang Qing were the strongest, there were also several practitioners at the third, fourth, and fifth levels of the Myriad Methods. With the seven strongest now gone, these other practitioners, who were at the fifth, fourth, and third levels of the Myriad Methods, began to feel emboldened.
Before long, one of them leaped into the air, attempting to climb the cliff. With this lead, more and more people began to follow suit. Ye Wushuang also started to climb the peak. He had already discerned some patterns.
Soon, figures began to soar into the air. They reached the hundred-paces mark, then the three-hundred-paces mark. The dangers that emerged were anticipated, and everyone prepared in advance to dodge. However, despite their readiness, some late-stage Tian Gang practitioners still couldn’t withstand the domineering force of the stone fists and had their meridians shattered. Even worse, some were directly crushed to death.
In total, over twenty people managed to climb onto the jade wall. However, more than half of the late-stage Tian Gang practitioners perished. In the end, only eight practitioners from the first to fifth levels of the Myriad Methods survived the stone fist attacks. In addition to these eight, there was one more person—Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang, at the peak of the Tian Gang realm, had been cultivating the Yuan Lei Jiu Zhuan Jue within the Spiritual Sword Mountain these past few days. His physical body was on par with that of a Myriad Methods practitioner. He had no trouble withstanding the stone fist attacks that others at the Tian Gang realm could not.
The eight Myriad Methods practitioners, seeing that Ye Wushuang had survived, were taken aback. However, no one paid attention to Ye Wushuang. The eight of them leaped into the air, approaching the nine-hundred-paces mark. It was at this height that Wu Xiuran, the Wang brothers, Shi Anbang and Liu Liran, and the two women had previously vanished.
At this moment, one of the eight spoke up: “The hundred paces from nine hundred to the summit likely conceal a spiritual formation that absorbed Wu Xiuran and the others. They must pass the formation’s trial to reach the summit!”
“Most likely,” another agreed with a nod.
Someone else added, “We eight are weaker than any one of them. If it truly is a trial formation, we must cooperate once inside. Otherwise, we’ll surely be defeated one by one. We won’t get anything, and we might even lose our lives.”
“Good point!”
“Agreed!”
The eight Myriad Methods practitioners nodded in unison. They naturally excluded Ye Wushuang, the only Tian Gang practitioner present, from their plans. Ye Wushuang, however, showed no emotion. He simply stood at the nine-hundred-paces mark, gazing upward.
At that moment, the eight of them leaped into the air. As their bodies crossed the nine-hundred-paces mark, the smooth cliff suddenly emitted beams of light that enveloped them. Just as expected, they disappeared just like Wu Xiuran and the others before them.
The dozens of people remaining below looked up in astonishment. These were all Tian Gang practitioners who knew they couldn’t survive the dense stone fist attacks beyond the three-hundred-paces mark, yet they were reluctant to leave and stayed around, watching.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang was the only one left at the nine-hundred-paces mark. Many people below, seeing him standing there alone, felt a sense of schadenfreude. After all, while the other Tian Gang practitioners had perished under the stone fists, this young man had made it through, causing an imbalance in the hearts of those below.
But at this moment, Ye Wushuang did not rush to ascend to the nine-hundred-paces mark. His feet adhered to the smooth cliff face, forming a perfect ninety-degree angle with the surface. His hands slowly began to condense spiritual patterns.
Seeing this, the onlookers below were left in shock. What was this young man planning to do?
