Chapter 59: Slaughter in the Formation

  Qin Ke'er unfolded the Ice Plains Sword Array, enveloping a large area within it. Everywhere was filled with white mist, and the air emitted a heavy atmosphere.

  Just as Wang Ke was feeling a bit uneasy, Qin Ke'er appeared beside him. However, at this moment, Qin Ke'er looked pale, and it was clear that exerting her full strength to deploy the Ice Origin Sword Array had greatly consumed her spiritual energy.

  "Are you alright, Shaozong?" Looking at Qin Ke'er's pale face, Wang Ke asked with concern, feeling the intense fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from her body.

  "It's nothing, they're now trapped in the Ice Plains Sword Array and need your help." Qin Ke'er waved her hand, although her complexion was poor but her expression remained calm.

  "Want me to help?" Wang Ke heard this and was taken aback, only to hear Qin Ke'er continue: "My spiritual power has been consumed a lot, now I can only maintain the Ice Origin Sword Array, the rest is up to you." As she spoke, Qin Ke'er looked at Wang Ke.

  "Alright, don't worry," Wang Ke said with a firm expression in his eyes.

  "Get ready, I'll put an ice seal on you so you won't be affected by the Ice Origin Sword Array. You must end this quickly, I won't be able to hold on for much longer." Qin Ke'er said, her slender hand extended and instantly condensed a palm-sized white symbol that slapped onto Wang Ke's body.

  As the white symbol imprint approached him, Wang Ke instinctively wanted to dodge, but he stood firmly in place, his gaze softly looking at Qin Ke'er's delicate face close by, allowing the ice imprint to land on himself.

  Bing Yin carried a powerful icy aura, and the moment it was imprinted on Wang Ke's body, an astonishing chill burst out, making Wang Ke feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He couldn't help but shiver slightly.

  "Alright, the ice seal won't last long either, you be careful." As she slapped the ice seal onto Wang Ke's body, Qin Ke'er lifted her head and happened to see that Wang Ke was staring at her with eyes as gentle as sunlight in the icy cold. Their gazes met in mid-air for half a breath before parting ways.

  "Oh, then I'll take action." Seeing Qin Ke'er's flawless eyes, Wang Ke's mind trembled, and he suddenly turned around, making a jump into the icy sword array, disappearing instantly.

  At that moment, Qin Ke'er felt as if a string in her heart had been plucked, the calm and peaceful state of mind was rippled, and a warmth seemed to surge out from the icy coldness within.

  However, this feeling only lasted for an instant. At this time, Qin Ke'er was still maintaining the Ice Origin Sword Array and had no time to think more. With a wave of her right hand, a futon appeared in front of her, and she sat cross-legged, her hands pinched together as she continued to urge on the Ice Origin Sword Array.

  "Hmm..." Charging into the icy sword array, Wang Ke didn't hurry to leave, instead turning his head to look back at the direction he came from. All he saw was a vast expanse of white misty air, and due to the Ice Seal's influence, it seemed like he had some sort of connection with the surrounding white fog. At this moment, he felt that Qin Ke'er was in that direction.

  Although it was just a brief moment, he felt like it had been a long time. It seemed as if a seed in his heart had begun to sprout, destroying his state of mind.

  Shaking his head, he cast aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and suddenly merged into the white mist, disappearing instantly. At this time, there were still five Mo door cultivators trapped in Qin Ke'er's Ice Plain Sword Array, four of whom had strong powers, while another, Wang Ke, had already been severely injured and had been scolding Qin Ke'er non-stop from the side earlier.

  Five Mo Gate disciples were shrouded in a thick, chilly fog, the fog revealing killing intent everywhere, each person fully focused, wanting to find the weakness of the sword formation.

  Wang Ke expanded his divine sense and made close contact with the white mist around him. In an instant, he discovered the location of his seriously injured brother and floated over silently.

  "Stinky girls, get out here! You eight bitches, you chased me for three days and three nights, now why don't you dare to come out? I...I..." A cold mist rose from the corner, a heavily injured Mo Gate cultivator was shrouded in a faint black light screen outside his body. His right hand pinched a black round bead the size of a soybean, his eyes flashing with light, closely watching all around him, looking cautious and careful.

  At this time, he could only relieve his pressure by constantly scolding, and all of these scoldings were heard in the ears of Wang Ke behind him.

  In an instant, Wang Ke's eyes became sharp and a hint of murderous intent appeared on his face. Through the white mist, he could see the opponent's vague figure quietly approaching him.

  "Who are you scolding?" Wang Kesong's cold, icy voice entered the other party's ears, and suddenly this demonic cultivator's whole body trembled. "Get out of here!" His face began to turn green.

  Suddenly, a black shadow appeared several feet in front of him, and the white fog began to churn. The eyes of the Mo Gate cultivator flashed with cold light as he suddenly turned his head and threw out the black orb in his right hand without hesitation.

  The black orb shot out with a loud "boom" and exploded several meters away, transforming into a raging torrent of spiritual energy that swept around, dispersing the surrounding cold mist.

  “…This…” After seeing the center of the explosion clearly, the face of the Mo Men cultivator changed greatly. He saw that the explosion was wrapped around a corpse, and although the black robe on its body was tattered, he recognized it. Suddenly, it was his fourth senior brother's robe.

  After a slight daze, a chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, and he abruptly felt a coolness on his back, a dangerous aura bursting out from his heart, followed by an icy voice coming from beside his ear.

  "You're going to die!" The voice was filled with murderous intent that made his liver and gallbladder shatter, and he couldn't help but let out a startled cry.

  "Ah……" Suddenly, his heart turned cold, and he looked down to see a blood hole appear on his chest, with fresh blood gushing out, wetting his black robe. His eyes rolled back, and he was about to collapse when a figure flashed behind him, and Wang Ke appeared, grabbing his body and flashing back into the white mist.

  In the Ice Origin Sword Array, the remaining four Demon Gate disciples were isolated from each other. Qin Ke'er could only maintain the Ice Origin Sword Array to temporarily trap the four people, but her internal spiritual power was draining extremely fast. She had already swallowed several spiritual power recovery pills in a row, yet it was still like trying to put out a fire with a cup of water. However, at this moment, she felt a Demon Gate aura disappear from within the Ice Origin Sword Array, and she let out a slight sigh of relief.

  In a corner of the icy fog, a gigantic serpent coiled into a snake array, protecting the demonic gate cultivator who controlled the venomous snakes in the center, with eyes filled with solemnity.

  "Damn it, Old Seventh's aura has disappeared, what to do?" Feeling the disappearance of Old Seventh's aura, this demonic cultivator's face began to tense up, and just at that moment, a cold mist rolled in from the side, starting to churn.

  In an instant, his gaze turned to the left, staring at the rolling cold fog, and his eyes suddenly became unsightly. He stretched out his hand and pointed, uttering a few low-pitched sounds from his mouth. The giant snake that had coiled into a serpent array suddenly unfolded, its thick tail sweeping towards the white fog.

  However, the tail swept over but nothing was used. At this time, the cold fog in front of us rolled up again. The Mo Men Sheng immediately became vigilant and a black mang appeared in his hand with a flash, suddenly pointing at a point directly in front of him. A thick black light column burst out, suddenly piercing through the cold fog in front of him, but still nothing was inside.

  At this time, Wang Ke was standing quietly at a distance of only a dozen or so zhang from the demonic cultivator, one hand pinching the sword key, and the flying swords were rolling around the demonic cultivator in the white mist, but never attacking. Every stir of the white mist made the demonic cultivator tense, and it had already been a while since this had started.

  The Mo Men cultivator was furious at this moment, roaring: "Bastard, pretending to be a god, if you have the ability, come out!" He felt like he was being ridiculed, a strong sense of humiliation surged from his heart, and at the same time, there was also a fear of the unknown crawling up his mind.

  Wang Ke didn't take the hint and continued to harass, seeing the Mo Gate cultivator's abnormal excitement. After a moment, Wang Ke's eyes became sharp and he lightly spat out a sentence: "It's time to reel in the net."

  With a wave of his left hand, a piece of paper talisman appeared in his palm and stuck to his body. Instantly, Wang Ke's breath became ethereal and elusive. With a flick of his right hand, the corpse was thrown out, and a stream of spiritual energy enveloped it, sending it rushing into the white mist. Next, Wang Ke's right hand gestured with a sword technique, and a burst of sword light surged forward, instantly disappearing into the white mist. As for him, he himself vanished into the white mist in a flash.

  At this time, the giant snake was coiled beside the Taoist, its eyes flashing with cold light. The Taoist had a vigilant expression, his eyes gleaming with red light, and he tightly grasped the snake-headed staff in his hand. Suddenly, several meters to the left, the white fog began to churn violently. In an instant, the face of the demonic Taoist changed, and he pointed the snake-headed staff at the white fog on the left, shooting out a black light pillar that flashed by in an instant.

  At this moment, a faint and imperceptible fluctuation also came from the black fog on the right side. The magic gate cultivator suddenly turned his head to look to the right, vaguely seeing a dark shadow approaching, hidden in the white fog, almost invisible.

  "Hmph, now see where you can run" A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the cultivator let out a cold hum. The snake-headed staff was suddenly thrown out, and his body burst forth with intense spiritual power fluctuations. Frantically pouring spiritual energy into the snake-headed staff, in an instant, the staff suddenly violently expanded, transforming into a black-colored whip that shot out, emitting a terrifying aura from above.

  And then the Taoist priest's mouth burst out with a few more strange phonetic sounds, and the giant snake beside him suddenly expanded its massive body and shot out again. This time, the attack on the Demon Gate Taoist was made with the intention of killing him in one blow, displaying his full strength.

  Only black streaks and giant snakes were seen rushing towards the dark shadow, and the surrounding white fog was rolled up by this powerful force to make a more intense roll.

  The Mo Men cultivator's mouth was curled up with a cold smile as he stared ahead, but suddenly a sense of foreboding rose to his heart. Before he could even understand what was happening, a black figure had already emerged silently from the white mist behind him, standing motionless and emitting no aura whatsoever - it was Wang Ke.

  Only to see King Ke's hand flash with a cold light, the flying sword had already pierced through the heart of the Mo Men cultivator. Then, in an instant, the sword flashed again and made a cut on his neck. The blood sparkled, this cultivator's eyes widened, left hand covering his heart, right hand covering his neck, filled with intense unwillingness, he slowly fell down.

  The black whip and giant snake's attack had already landed, yet the one bearing the brunt of this massive power was just a lone, one-armed corpse.

  He glanced at the enemy's corpse in front of him, Wang Ke's expression was calm, he reached out and grabbed the corpse, then flashed into the white fog again.

  "Another one died, I don't know if Wang Ke has anything to do with it." Feeling another wave of demonic energy disappear, Qin Ke'er's expression slightly lifted, muttering a sentence to herself. At this time, she didn't have the energy to pay attention to the battle in the Ice Origin Sword Array.

  The remaining three Mo Gate disciples felt the disappearance of their companions' auras and became even more tense, each taking out their ultimate defensive techniques to surround themselves.

  In the icy sword array, he was dodging and weaving with ease, and could also use the surrounding ice mist to locate the enemy's position. Wang Ke was not flustered at all at this moment, looking extremely calm, and now he had his target locked onto that steel spear-wielding Mo Gate cultivator, quietly getting closer.