Blood River Ancestor snorted, clearly holding some resentment.
Zheng Fa also gained some understanding.
Hearing from Cheng Kong Master that the Demon Sect pursues the path of the Dharma Body, Zheng Fa previously had no particular feelings about it, but today, upon seeing it, he understood a little bit more—from the methods of the Yin Yang Rakshasa, this Dharma Body seemed to naturally draw forth the natural desires and emotions of the heart.
"Dharma Body... is it the external manifestation of a spell?"
Zheng Fa had this guess in his heart, but clearly now was not the time for wild thoughts; Master Pang and others had just been bewitched and needed to reform their formation.
Yet the attack of the Yin Yang Rakshasa was already close at hand!
The Yin Yang Rakshasa’s left face bore a smile, while the right was filled with anger; their palms turned into clouds descending from the heavens, pressing down from the nine heavens!
The small mountain that had just formed nearby hadn’t survived a day before it was flattened by the palm.
Behind another Demon Sect’s Dharma Body, eight giant snakes opened their mouths wide as a five-colored toxic mist emerged from them.
The grass on the ground withered in an instant, and rocks sizzled. Under the erosion of the toxic mist, they melted into thick fluid like ice dissolving.
From their arrival, without a single wasteful word, it was clear they did not want to waste time, seeking to quickly defeat the Jiushan Sect!
Master Pang and others had yet to properly set their formation, Zhang and Zheng Fa, without any communication, each confronted an adversary.
Zhang stood before the Eight-Snake Giant, floating three zhang off the ground, the runes around her body flitting back and forth like birds, as she wielded the Fei Xian Pen in the air, drawing what seemed to be the real shapes of mountains and rivers with four complex runes!
As those runes connected with each other, Jiushan surrounded her, merging and splitting, changing endlessly—at one moment, towering mountains stood, at another, vast marshes spread wide, at yet another, vast wastelands stretched out, and at another, a scene of spring in full glory.
Zheng Fa caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and was somewhat stunned—Zhang had advanced!
Last time when she faced the Jiushan Ancestor, she didn’t exhibit such grandeur!
The four runes of the true form of mountains and rivers, bringing Jiushan flying towards the surroundings of the Eight-Snake Giant.
"Rotation of Heaven and Earth!"
Zhang lightly shouted, and the world around the Eight-Snake Giant suddenly separated from the Xuanwei Realm, turning into a bubble. The eight snake heads hissed within that bubble, like sharks trapped in a sealed tank, becoming harmless to humans and animals.
At the moment Zhang trapped the Eight-Snake Giant, Zheng Fa, bearing the Sun and Moon Clock, had also clashed with the Yin Yang Rakshasa.
Thunder Pool descends once more upon Xuanwei!
Around the Yin Yang Rakshasa, a vast ocean of thunder and lightning formed.
But the Yin Yang Rakshasa was no ordinary Divinity Transformation.
His body was struck by thousands of thunderbolts, skin splitting and flesh bursting open, but beneath those wounds flowed densely packed, tiny black runes; in half a breath’s time, apart from an expression that became more ferocious and frenzied, not a single sign of injury remained!
Zheng Fa dared not fully reveal the power of the Sun and Moon Clock, not even daring to lightly activate the clock itself—within the Jiushan Realm, there was still a Blood River Ancestor.
Fortunately, although Zheng Fa could not harm the Yin Yang Rakshasa, the latter could not threaten him through the Jiushan Realm either.
However, the Yin Yang Rakshasa paid him no mind and started moving towards Master Pang and the others!
Even with thunder blocking his path, his progress was arduous, yet he drew closer and closer to Master Pang and the others.
On the other side, the bubble surrounding the Eight-Snake Giant also started to wobble, indicating that despite Zhang’s Nascent Soul strength, she could not keep the Demon Sect’s Dharma Body trapped for long.
Zheng Fa couldn’t help feeling a bit of worry—when he took over the task from Cheng Kong Master, he had already prepared himself:
If it really came to a critical moment, he could only take Master Pang, Zhang, and others into the Jiushan Realm and flee.
As for the resurrection of the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor...
It was really beyond his control!
As he was contemplating, Master Pang’s command sounded from behind, and the Nascent Soul-level Circulation Divine Thunder Immortal Formation finally emerged!
Twenty-four Nascent Soul cultivators stood in formation, using their bodies to form a magical array, their Spiritual Power converging into one via spells.
A deity condensed from thunder appeared in the void above their heads.
This deity’s face was not visible, only lightning flashed in its eyes, and when it opened its mouth, its voice was like thunder, causing everyone’s Divine Soul to tingle:
"Exorcise the demons!"
This was Elder Yuan’s shout. Under his command, the twenty-four cultivators of the Immortal Formation acted as one, flying towards the Yin Yang Rakshasa.
The Thunder God above their heads resembled a ferocious general, diving into the Thunder Pool, seizing thousands of bolts of lightning within the pool, twisting them into a thousand-zhang-long spear, thrusting straight at the face of the Yin Yang Rakshasa!
At this moment, the Yin Yang Rakshasa couldn’t muster a flirtatious smile any longer.
"What is this thing!"
Both of his faces conveyed the same horror and confusion, rapidly retreating—he certainly did not recognize this Immortal Formation.
But most importantly, the Thunder Pool greatly limited him, yet was too advantageous for this Thunder God!
Watching this, Zhang’s eyes also brightened, she bit her lip as she lightly tapped with the Fei Xian Pen, and the bubble encasing the Eight-Snake Giant hopped straight into the Thunder Pool.
The bubble flashed twice then vanished.
The trapped Eight-Snake Giant roared with anger, the sound filled with frustration and a yearning to release the desire to kill and vent.
But turning its head, it saw a faceless Thunder God looming in front, holding a spear that looked decidedly unfriendly.
Surrounded by thunder, it could barely take a step.
It couldn’t help but cry out, only to see the Yin Yang Rakshasa making its escape at the edge of the Thunder Pool, not even taking a second glance at him.
Zhang’s face was a bit pale, seemingly having expended a great deal, but with the support of the Immortal Formation and Zheng Fa, she finally had a moment to catch her breath. After she had recovered a good amount and looked up again, the Eight-Snake Giant was seen fighting furiously with the Thunder God formed by the Immortal Formation, continuously cursing and swearing.