Thud.
Yuan Qiongdu, who had been overseeing the repair work this whole time, blacked out and collapsed on the spot.
He was already injured. When the Refining Path Grand Formation was breached, the residual shockwave struck him, and he immediately lost consciousness.
Without him working, although the successful Dao Marks were still being transmitted in small trickles, the repair of Fate Gu came to an immediate halt.
Yan Cong was also affected.
This Eighth Transformation Gu Immortal of Heavenly Court had been fighting alongside Che Wei to resist the Northern Plains Gu Immortals Niu Mo and the Five Elements Grand Mage.
Niu Mo and the Five Elements Grand Mage had been hammering the Refining Path Formation, but Yan Cong had been prepared — he distributed the damage they dealt to the formation onto himself.
Now, the Tribulation Luck Altar had slammed into the Refining Path Grand Formation and half-destroyed it, and that avalanche of damage also fell heavily upon Yan Cong.
Stars exploded before his eyes, his ears buzzed, and blood gushed from his seven orifices. He nearly collapsed on the spot.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Che Wei came to his aid in time, shielding him behind his body.
"How are you?" Che Wei shouted, all the while holding off the combined assault of Niu Mo and the Five Elements Grand Mage.
"I-I'm not dead yet..." As he spoke, Yan Cong spat out another mouthful of heart blood.
"Go support them quickly!"
"Who will reconstruct the Refining Path Grand Formation?"
"The repair of Fate Gu has always been led by Yuan Qiongdu — an outsider can't take over in a hurry! We need to wake him up first!"
The blinding light of Fortune Path faded, and the Heavenly Court Gu Immortals all rushed back like madmen.
"So it wasn't completely destroyed after all..." Inside the Tribulation Luck Altar, Bing Saichuan's gaze turned cold.
He looked around and made a decisive call: "Niu Mo! Five Elements Mage! Get back here, now!"
The Fortune Path's bright light couldn't last long and faded quickly. All the Heavenly Court members had been lured back — if Niu Mo and the Five Elements Grand Mage stayed outside, they would certainly face mortal danger.
After all, the Heavenly Court Gu Immortals had held back earlier because they feared the Refining Path Grand Formation couldn't take any more, that it couldn't accommodate any additional Gu Immortals — which was why they hadn't supported Yan Cong and Che Wei.
Niu Mo and the Five Elements Grand Mage also understood the gravity of the situation and retreated, slipping back into the Tribulation Luck Altar.
Che Wei could only watch helplessly.
Once Niu Mo entered the Tribulation Luck Altar, worry crept across his face: "Hua Zi is still trapped inside the Tower of Monitoring Heaven. I don't know the details."
Bing Saichuan nodded, his expression resolute and unyielding: "We destroy this Refining Path Grand Formation completely, then rescue—"
BOOM!
Before Bing Saichuan could finish speaking, the Tribulation Luck Altar shook violently, throwing all three occupants off balance.
A towering, imposing figure had stomped down on the Tribulation Luck Altar with tremendous force.
A single stomp had driven more than half the altar's body into the ground.
It was Dragon Lord!
"As long as I stand here, this is as far as you'll go." Dragon Lord's face was iron-hard, his dragon pupils cold. The shock and anger from before had entirely transformed into ruthless killing intent that saturated the air, suffocating.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Dragon Lord leaned forward slightly and hurled wild punches at the Tribulation Luck Altar from a distance.
Waves of fist energy, like rolling thunder, bombarded the altar.
The Tribulation Luck Altar trembled violently, sinking inch by inch into the ground. The fist energy rapidly carved cracks across its surface, which then expanded into craters.
A large number of Gu insects perished. Bing Saichuan hurriedly delegated tasks — he would lead the preparation of a counterattack killing move, Niu Mo would repair the Tribulation Luck Altar, and the Five Elements Grand Mage would perform calculations on the half-destroyed Refining Path Grand Formation, since he was a specialist in formations.
"The damage is outpacing me — I can't keep up with the repairs!" After just a few breaths, Niu Mo shouted.
The Five Elements Grand Mage was drenched in sweat, pushing himself to the limit to calculate the formation's patterns.
Bing Saichuan gritted his teeth: "Hold on!"
Dragon Lord was overwhelmingly powerful. The Eighth Transformation Tribulation Luck Altar — an Immortal Gu House personally created by Giant Sun Immortal Venerable — could barely hold together after enduring a barrage of Dragon Lord's wild punches.
"Rise—!" Bing Saichuan roared, and the Tribulation Luck Altar erupted in blinding light once more, surging upward with renewed force.
Dragon Lord, still in the middle of his punching assault, clearly felt the tremendous force pushing back from below.
"Get down!!" Dragon Lord bellowed. He brought both fists together, raised them high above his head, then swung both arms downward like a colossal hammer.
Immortal Path Killing Move — World-Shaking Dragon Hammer!
With a deafening crash, the Tribulation Luck Altar, which had just climbed upward, was smashed back down like a ball, Dragon Lord crushing it into the earth once more.
A massive number of Gu insects were obliterated, fragments flying in every direction. A gaping hole was torn open in the surface of the Tribulation Luck Altar — from outside, one could glimpse the hem of Bing Saichuan's robes!
Bing Saichuan could not conceal his shock.
Dragon Lord's combat strength had far exceeded his imagination.
Even the Heavenly Court members stood dumbfounded.
"Northern Plains immortals, charge with me!" Just then, the Northern Plains Gu Immortals conjured by the killing move Ancestors Past arrived one after another to reinforce them.
The Heavenly Court Gu Immortals swarmed forward like a flock of birds, neither dodging nor retreating, meeting the charge head-on.
A chaotic battle erupted once more.
And behind the swirling melee, Dragon Lord continued to pummel the Tribulation Luck Altar.
Behind Dragon Lord, the Refining Path Grand Formation began emergency repairs.
The Seven Extreme Desolate Capital, drenched in blood, fought desperately and finally carved a path of slaughter to reach Dragon Lord's position.
"Dragon Lord is far too powerful — the Tribulation Luck Altar alone simply cannot contend with him." Bing Saichuan was forced to acknowledge the reality before him.
With the support of the Seven Extreme Desolate Capital, Bing Saichuan finally caught a moment's breather. He barely managed to activate the Tribulation Luck Altar, fighting two against one in a bitter struggle against Dragon Lord.
Immortal Path Killing Move — Revolving Dragon Fang!
Dragon Lord opened his mouth wide, and all of his teeth fell out and flew forth.
Over a hundred razor-sharp teeth, like daggers, swelled in the wind, rapidly enlarging into a swarm of gleaming dragon-fang curved blades that slashed toward the Tribulation Luck Altar.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The dragon-fang blades struck the Tribulation Luck Altar with piercing rings, like hundreds of weapons clashing against one another.
The Tribulation Luck Altar was like a small thatched hut in a storm, battered until it couldn't lift its head.
Dragon Lord sneered. After a short while, fresh teeth grew back in his mouth.
The teeth detached once more, gathering into a blizzard of snow-white curved blades that engulfed both the Tribulation Luck Altar and the Seven Extreme Desolate Capital.
Soon, the Seven Extreme Desolate Capital was riddled with holes, and the Tribulation Luck Altar was punctured through in countless places.
Immortal Path Killing Move — Dragon Claw Strike!
Immortal Path Killing Move — Chaotic Dragon Fist!
Punch shadows flew in every direction, claw marks spread and shot outward. The Seven Extreme Desolate Capital had its head blasted off again and again, the Tribulation Luck Altar grew ever more dilapidated, leaking wind from every crack, with Niu Mo utterly unable to repair it fast enough.
Immortal Path Killing Move — Nine Dragon Pattern Body Protection!
The phantom images of nine great purple-gold dragons coiled around Dragon Lord's entire body.
It wasn't that the Seven Extreme Desolate Capital and the Tribulation Luck Altar lacked powerful counterattacks — but all those offensive moves were firmly blocked by the Nine Dragon Pattern Body Protection.
The situation was clear — Dragon Lord held an overwhelming advantage.
Given enough time, the Eternal Heaven side would inevitably crumble.
"Those who dare invade my Heavenly Court shall pay with their lives!" Dragon Lord declared coldly.