Chapter 4510: This Decides Both Victory and Life or Death
Space was completely sealed off, even the teleport array stopped functioning.
In the next moment, the grand formation of Wangdong began to activate, an enormous array encapsulating the entire region.
On the surface of the array, numerous apertures appeared, each radiating a deadly aura.
This defensive formation was not simply for protection it could attack as well as defend, boasting immense offensive power.
Meanwhile, the Central Domain God Alliance's fortifications rapidly transformed into a war fortress, rising into the sky and merging with the formation as its core.
Elder Tianhuo's expression changed. "They really have arrived this is East Pole's Space Fixing Grand Array."
"No need to panic, nothing will happen," Lin Moyu replied, unfazed. The so called Grand Space Fixing Array meant little to him.
Sealing space and blocking transmission arrays was a feat he could easily perform.
What set the array apart was its massive scale, encompassing trillions of miles.
Within its range, not only space was locked down, but even the laws were disrupted, greatly reducing the speed of all cultivators.
Even Perfection level experts found their speed limited to that of chaos Minor Completion; the design was to prevent enemies from escaping.
However, those from East Pole who used the array had ways to minimize its effects on themselves, thus widening the power gap.
Seeing Lin Moyu so calm, Elder Tianhuo also composed himself; as a Grand Elder, Lin Moyu's combat capabilities matched the strongest, if not his own sect master.
With such an ally, East Pole's ambush might not succeed after all.
A force appeared outside Wangdong a massive flying fortress filled with people.
They had come from East Pole, appearing human shaped but none were actually human.
True humans were rare in East Pole; most were exotic beasts, or at best, half human in some form.
With the array fully operational, a voice resounded through the city:
"All cultivators below chaos level in Wangdong, follow the array's instructions and enter the nearest core, preparing to fight!"
Beams of light descended from the sky, carrying all cultivators below chaos level into the formation as array cores, providing energy to the formation.
In battles among the extreme domains, once started, no one could escape no matter their realm, even ordinary people had to fight.
Qing Yu bowed to Lin Moyu, "Grand Elder, I'll join the array."
"Go ahead," Lin Moyu replied.
For many, the array was protection so long as it was intact, Wangdong would be safe; if it broke, even the aftershocks would be deadly.
As people took their positions in the array, a figure appeared in the sky.
"Four Seas Sect, assemble outside the boundary, prepare for battle!"
Elder Tianhuo shuddered, "It's the Sect Master, he's here."
Lin Moyu smiled, "He never left."
Sect Master Pan Sihai, a peak Perfection expert on par with Wine Venerable, had been hiding in Wangdong all along.
He'd concealed himself from everyone but not Lin Moyu.
As a veteran, Pan Sihai had already realized the suspicious intelligence, guessing an East Pole raid was likely. Thus, he never actually left, waiting in Wangdong and ensuring the transmission array stayed occupied.
The slow pace of the Four Seas' arrival was deliberate, intentionally buying time.
And sure enough, as the transfer was half complete, the enemy struck.
Pan Sihai appeared outside the city cloaked in an aura of terror.
A middle aged man stood atop a sea of blood, countless vengeful spirits swirling behind him, shackled by crimson chains emerging from the sea souls from his many victims, doomed to eternal torment.
The blood sea was a supreme treasure, truly dreadful.
Pan Sihai himself had grown up amidst bloodshed, and his killing intent was enough to shatter the Dao heart of even a chaos stage expert.
He glared at the fortress from East Pole and said coldly, "Extinguishing Flame, it's time to settle our score."
A voice laughed from within the enemy fortress.
Unexpectedly, a great variety of fire images filled the chaos: volcanoes, oceans, firebirds, flame serpents, blazing suns…
All things were shaped by fire, worlds themselves unfolding in flame.
Even before seeing the man, Lin Moyu could tell his fire Dao was supreme.
The Flame Lord flew from the fortress, king of fire, and all flames paid him homage.
At his appearance, all Fire Sea cultivators of Four Seas Sect looked stricken.
Their fire indeed, their entire fire Dao seemed forced to submit to his authority, a suppression from the very level of the Great Dao itself.
Pan Sihai snorted, and a drop of pitch black blood shot from his blood sea and exploded in the void, sweeping away the suppression.
Hatred shone from his gaze but he did not lose control. "Let's fight elsewhere."
The Flame Lord laughed. "Fine today we'll determine who's stronger."
Pan Sihai corrected him, "This is a battle of life and death."
"Good! Then let it decide both victory and life or death!" The Flame Lord split the void and charged away; Pan Sihai sped after, both vanishing a moment later.
With their titanic power, even the aftermath could annihilate bystanders; if they fought here, both Wangdong and the East Pole fortress would be doomed.
After their departure, the battle shifted to the others.
Transmission halfway done, the Four Seas weren't all assembled; other forces hadn't arrived.
Only the Four Seas' contingents, a handful of itinerant cultivators, and Wangdong's own grand formation remained.
No one yet knew how many lay hidden in the enemy fortress but battle was inescapable.
The Four Seas began arraying their ranks. Luckily, both Fire and Ice Sea divisions were present, forming their complete formations.
The Soul Sea division was half arrived, unable to form a proper battle array; they'd have to fight alone.
Even Elder Tianhuo was nervous. This wasn't some ordinary squabble, but a domain level war, where even Perfection experts commonly fell. He couldn't know if he'd survive.
The enemy war fortress hummed, their formation powering up as strong beings began emerging beasts from East Pole, not human, taking on their true forms in space.
There weren't many just one hundred.
But each was a Perfection expert.
The faces of Four Seas disciples turned grim: How could they stand against a hundred Perfection foes, especially with over ten thousand chaos Great Completion underlings behind, while their own numbers were only in the hundreds?
With space sealed, outside help would not arrive.
An eerie laugh echoed: "Pan Sihai is gone. This place is finished!"
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