Whoosh—!
With a piercing sonic boom, the Dragon Palace transformed into an orange-golden streak of light, slashing across the sky at a speed that left no time to react.
"Where do you think you're going!"
"Die!"
"You think you can stop me? Not a chance!"
Behind it, several Eighth Transformation Gu Immortals fought and chased simultaneously, each deploying their abilities. The violent battle followed the Dragon Palace's trail, sweeping across everything in its wake.
Wherever they passed, mountains crumbled, seas split, and heaven and earth changed color. Countless lives became collateral damage, and even Sixth and Seventh Transformation Gu Immortals scrambled to get out of the way.
This was a battle in which only Eighth Transformation Gu Immortals were qualified to participate.
The clash between Long Gong, Zhang Yin, Granny Rong, Song Qiyuan, and the other Eighth Transformation powerhouses left no room for any Seventh Transformation Gu Immortal to intervene. Unless they were someone like Feng Jiuge or Fang Yuan. But by now, both Fang Yuan and Feng Jiuge had advanced to the Eighth Transformation.
"Most of the Eastern Sea's Eighth Transformation Gu Immortals have already joined this battle. Only a handful remain unseen." Fang Yuan trailed far behind at the rear, observing patiently and waiting for the right opportunity.
More than ten days had passed since he headed for the Eastern Sea. During these days, the battles between Eighth Transformation Gu Immortals had been spectacular, blow after blow exchanged back and forth. Occasionally, a new Eighth Transformation would join the fray, while others temporarily withdrew.
They formed alliances from time to time, then attacked each other at others. Whenever anyone approached the Dragon Palace, they were besieged by all the rest. Fang Yuan simply could not find any opening to make his move.
But his patience was inexhaustible, without the slightest trace of anxiety.
"Hanging back and observing these Eighth Transformation Gu Immortals in action is itself a tremendous fortune. This kind of intelligence is incredibly valuable."
"Long Gong is formidable—truly terrifying! These days, he remains unquestionably the strongest. But he's constrained by that mysterious Dream Path Immortal Gu inside the Dragon Palace, the combined assault of the others, and concern for Feng Jinhuang's safety at his side. That's the only reason he hasn't truly prevailed."
A dark glimmer flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes.
It wasn't just the Eighth Transformation Immortal Gu house—the Dragon Palace—that was his target. Feng Jinhuang at Long Gong's side was also his goal.
This girl possessed Dream Path Immortal Gu as well, and she was Long Gong's disciple. From the way Long Gong protected her, one could see just how important Feng Jinhuang was!
But though Fang Yuan plotted thus, he likewise had no opportunity to act against Feng Jinhuang!
"Opportunity, opportunity... it will certainly come."
"Clearly, the Eastern Sea's Righteous Path has already reached an understanding. When one withdraws, another joins the fray, taking turns to strike. This maintains their combat strength while keeping the situation under control. They're guarding against reinforcements from Central Continent or the Heavenly Court."
"Long Gong fights alone, but his combat power ranks first among all. If the Heavenly Court sent support, they could certainly break the current stalemate."
"Even without the Heavenly Court sending anyone, Granny Rong and Zhang Yin—these four rogue cultivators and demonic Immortals—are nearly at their limit."
"Among these three factions, the Righteous Path is the most stable. The other two could upset the balance at any moment. Once that balance breaks, chaos will inevitably follow. And in that chaos, I'll have my chance!"
Fang Yuan saw through the situation as clearly as looking into a fire.
But just then, an explosion suddenly erupted ahead. Song Qiyuan was caught in the blast and spat out a small mouthful of blood, suffering a light wound.
Zhang Yin, who was ahead, turned back with a chuckle. "I've already laid down my Fatal Yin Thunder. If you don't fear death, come chase me."
Song Qiyuan's defenses were comprehensive, yet he still took the hit and was immediately wounded. His defensive means were torn apart in an instant—the power of this Yin Thunder killing move truly could not be underestimated.
The entire pursuing force immediately split into two groups: a vanguard in front, and a cluster of Gu Immortals behind.
"Fatal Yin Thunder is Zhang Yin's signature technique. The cost to deploy it is enormous—it's formless and colorless, impossible to detect, laid out across sea and sky. Once touched, it triggers a sinister explosion. What do we do?" The three Eighth Transformation Gu Immortals who remained were all Righteous Path cultivators. They exchanged helpless glances.
"We have to push forward quickly. Fellow Immortal Hua Caiyun is out there alone—there could be danger."
"There's no time to detour. We can only use the beast horde to charge through the minefield!"
The three Righteous Path cultivators quickly hit upon a plan, each releasing their own Antiquity Desolate Beasts.
Song Qiyuan waved his great hand, and the Antiquity Desolate Beasts' auras surged, making them resemble Primordial Desolate Beasts.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Only by disguising themselves as Primordial Desolate Beasts could they trigger the Fatal Yin Thunder.
The Antiquity Desolate Beasts fell one after another, carving open a path for the three Righteous Path Eighth Transformation cultivators.