Chapter 349 - 289: Su Changkong Trapped, Zhuge Buping Falls, Zhao Fuhu Escapes

"You should savor the power of the grand array!"

Lin Chang’sheng said coldly.

This Space Transmission Secret Technique is really useful—at the Perfection Level, as long as my divine sense covers the area, I can open a space gate to transmit, no need to carve arrays at both ends anymore.

Of course, it’s fine for temporary use, but if I use it to travel long distances, it would consume far too much magical power.

Once Lin Chang’sheng finished speaking, thousands upon thousands of souls surged up from beneath the earth, launching a siege against Zhuge Buping and Su Changkong.

Among these souls, the weakest are just at Qi Cultivation Stage, but the strongest even reach the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator Level.

Because Jiang Yuyan and the Celestial Demon Ancestor’s nascent souls are mixed in among them.

Confronted with the weak souls, Zhuge Buping could barely hold his own, but against the strong ones, he could only hide behind Su Changkong.

For Su Changkong, these souls weren’t worth worrying about.

With a single palm seal, he’d blast apart hundreds, thousands of souls at once.

To him, wiping them all out was as simple as lifting a hand.

Trying to kill me with these souls? What a joke.

Yet in the next instant, Su Changkong realized something was wrong.

Because those shattered souls actually began to recombine, and their cultivation grew even more formidable than before.

"What the—"

Su Changkong was stunned. Not only did blasting these souls not destroy them, it was actually making them stronger?

After countless fusions, what kind of monstrous soul would eventually emerge?

But Su Changkong couldn’t avoid shattering them either—they swarmed around him like poison bees, buzzing nonstop and occasionally stinging, driving him crazy.

No choice but to smash them one by one.

After many cycles of breaking and fusing, the power of tens of thousands of souls finally condensed into a hundred plus souls at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul, relentlessly attacking Su Changkong.

These Late Stage Nascent Soul souls were threatening enough to be a danger to Su Changkong—not enough to hurt, but carelessness would still leave him wounded.

Zhuge Buping was even worse off, cowering and shivering in a corner, scared out of his wits.

These Late Stage Nascent Soul souls were way out of his league.

But hiding wasn’t going to protect anyone in the Array of Myriad Gods Slaying Immortals. Before long, Zhuge Buping was found by one of the souls.

A claw lashed out, and the air whistled and howled through the space.

"Sect Leader, save me—!"

Zhuge Buping screamed in terror.

He’d thought following the sect leader would bring glory and riches. Never expected that, before the arrogance wore off, his life would be forfeit.

"Die!"

Seeing Zhuge Buping in danger, Su Changkong roared angrily. He slammed out a palm, the force of the seal smashing the late-stage nascent soul in front of him, killing that one and the one attacking Zhuge Buping all at once.

But the broken souls fused yet again, morphing into a soul at the Early Stage of Divinity Transformation.

Su Changkong frowned.

Looks like if this keeps going, all these Late Stage Nascent Soul souls will end up merging into Divinity Transformation souls—and by then, he might fall here for good.

It’s better to break the array now.

But this formation is just too intricate—not easy to break through.

Su Changkong fired a palm at the formation barrier shimmering in the sky.

BOOM—

The mighty palm seal slammed into the formation barrier, producing a violent thunderclap, but all it did was stir up a few ripples in the light screen before fading to nothing.

Just shows how solid this array is—trying to break through by brute force is all but impossible.

"Sect Leader, w-what do we do now?"

Zhuge Buping asked anxiously.

If he’d known it would be like this, he’d never have come along with Su Changkong.

He scanned the area, but Zhao Fuhu was nowhere to be seen. That bastard must’ve bailed and left them to die!

Zhao Fuhu wasn’t stupid—if he didn’t run now, Lin Chang’sheng might blast him to pieces.

With Lin Chang’sheng focused on Su Changkong, Zhao Fuhu slipped away in a flash.

Keep the green hills, don’t worry about firewood.

And Zhao Fuhu had the Fiery Flame Scripture of Yin Yang Dao Sect in hand—if he mastered it to perfection, his own strength would greatly improve.

Whether Su Changkong wins or loses, either way he stands to benefit.

If Su Changkong wins, all is well and good.

If he loses, sticking around would mean certain death—running now is the smart play.

"Hold out for a bit—I’ll break this array!"

Su Changkong threw out the line and kept hammering away at the grand array.

But Zhuge Buping had no way to handle these souls—before long, he was screaming for help again.

At first Su Changkong rescued him, but after a while he realized this couldn’t go on;

Even as a cultivator at the Divinity Transformation Stage, at this rate his primordial power would run dry—might as well stop caring about Zhuge Buping’s fate.

Eventually, Zhuge Buping’s screams were drowned out as the souls tore him apart, killing him on the spot.

A surge of spiritual energy burst out from the array hub, instantly absorbed by Lin Chang’sheng.

This change caught Su Changkong’s attention—it seemed he’d figured out the array-breaking technique.

Lin Chang’sheng saw Su Changkong had noticed something, and immediately tried to distract him. "Su Changkong, you’re really a piece of shit! You just let your own sect’s prodigy die a miserable death without lifting a finger!"

"Only the strong survive. When I get out of here, we’ll see who’s cocky!"

Su Changkong retorted angrily, gathering his primordial power in his palm seal, then sent it crashing toward the array hub.

But the palm struck the hub with zero effect—just a faint ripple that vanished without a trace.

"So this is the exit! You really think you can trap me? Dream on!"

Su Changkong looked like he’d found the way out, Lin Chang’sheng’s brow furrowed in response.

This made Su Changkong all the more sure he’d found the exit.

But when he stepped into the array hub, he realized something was wrong—a massive suction yank hit him, and his primordial power started draining out like mad.

"What the hell is this?!"

Su Changkong panicked. He’d fallen for Lin Chang’sheng’s trap—this wasn’t an exit at all, it was a death gate.

The primordial power Su Changkong was hemorrhaging was being absorbed one by one by Lin Chang’sheng. This death gate devoured everything.

Magical power, primordial power—it all gets absorbed.

If you want to leave, only gas escapes; no way the flesh gets out.

"Let’s see if you can still crawl out alive today!"

Lin Chang’sheng had been putting on a show just for Su Changkong, luring him right into the snare.

The only real flaw in the formation lay in the two array plates at the bottom.

Break either one, and the whole array falls.

But getting underground required first passing the soul trial, then the fiery flame trial.

The array still contained the fiery power of the original Divine Flame Spirit Array.

Only by passing both could one reach the two array plates below ground.

"Die!"

Lin Chang’sheng controlled the souls to launch another attack on Su Changkong.

Now, one of the souls had already condensed into Divinity Transformation Realm, raising a Grudge Soul Slash and aiming it straight at Su Changkong’s waist.