Mad Group Battle

Mad Group Battle . . .

The nightmarish tempest was none other than the sinister creation of the blood-colored devilish flower. It expanded relentlessly, resembling an insatiable black hole descending from the heavens. This abyssal maw appeared capable of engulfing even the massive 500-meter form of Qin Wentian—an image of pure terror.

Qin Wentian tilted his head upward, his gaze locked onto the blood-colored black hole. Within it pulsed a boundless, annihilative energy, a sight that sent shivers down his spine. His brow furrowed in contemplation. The power unleashed was beyond what he expected from elite disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. In fact, even Sage Child figures shouldn't possess such devastating might.

His battle qi surged to the heavens, and with a powerful thrust of his palms, a constellation adorned the sky, hurtling towards the ominous black hole. Chaotic currents rippled across the entire expanse. The elite disciple behind the attack bore eyes gleaming with sinister, blood-red light. He spoke to his comrades, "Channel your constellations to gather more astral energy and feed it into my Blood Devil Flower."

The disciples surrounding him obliged, transmitting additional energy to the already formidable flower. This Blood Devil Flower had its origins in his constellation, a truly unique one capable of siphoning the energies of others to augment its strength. The destructive black hole it spawned had the power to consume everything in its path. This type of constellation was undeniably extraordinary, brimming with peculiar properties.

Qin Wentian launched a relentless barrage of attacks, but the black hole's power continued to escalate. The disciples' contributions only served to intensify the flower's might, engulfing the entire space in devastation.

Beside Qin Wentian, his fellow experts also fought desperately against the black hole, but their efforts proved futile. It was akin to a voracious void, absorbing everything they unleashed and rendering their attacks impotent.

This bewildering assault deepened Qin Wentian's concern. The nature of this attack was utterly bizarre, and it descended with a force capable of shattering the very foundations of the world.

"Let's locate the source and annihilate that devilish flower. We cannot allow Brother Qin to bear this burden alone," declared one determined expert. With a three-foot spear in hand, he soared towards the origin of the black hole—the fearsome blood-colored devil flower.

"Charge with me!" Battle fervor ignited in the hearts of those around. Faced with disciples intent on joining forces to overwhelm Qin Wentian, they had no choice but to intervene and halt their malevolent intentions.

"KILL, KILL, KILL!" The skies echoed with fierce battle cries as a silhouette wielding a three-foot battle spear melded it with his constellation, thrusting toward the devilish flower. Other participants unleashed a torrent of attacks as well.

"You're all courting death!" The elite disciple's eyes turned frigid. He extended a palm that seemed to possess the gravitational pull of a black hole, aiming to devour the battle spear. His fellow disciples joined the assault against the participants.

"Bzz!" A tempestuous wind swept through, divine falcons descending from the heavens. Zi Qingxuan, enveloped in divine radiance, resembled a celestial maiden sent from the heavens. Wherever she went, disciples fell apart, her path unyielding as she bore down on the elite disciple, tearing through obstacles like a hot knife through butter.

Other participants launched their most potent attacks, targeting the destructive devil flower. Their mission was to dismantle the flower and relieve the pressure on Qin Wentian.

"Do you all desire death so fervently for him?" The elite disciple's blood-red eyes gleamed with malevolence, his demeanor spiraling into madness.

"Everyone, retreat!" Qin Wentian shouted. His palms unleashed a tempestuous onslaught that even rattled the black hole. But at that moment, the elite disciple roared in a nightmarish manner, "EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU, GO TO HELL!!"

Qin Wentian's expression shifted drastically. An apocalyptic force surged forth. The formidable black hole began to implode, releasing an overwhelming pressure capable of shattering the heavens. The Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples simultaneously launched an attack before hastily retreating from the scene.

The implosion and their attacks converged into a destructive energy wave. The participants realized its power and retreated with explosive speed. However, those at the forefront weren't quick enough. The energy wave tore into their bodies, erasing them with chilling ease. Despair filled their eyes.

In this location, an annihilating wave of energy, akin to a sinister tempest, ravaged the skies. Qin Wentian watched helplessly as the leader with the three-foot battle spear was utterly eradicated. His eyes gleamed with a thirst for vengeance, his killing intent reaching an unfathomable zenith.

Four participants fell to this devastating attack. Another had their arm shattered, their cries of agony piercing the air. Even Zi Qingxuan sustained injuries. If it weren't for those behind them retreating in the nick of time, the destructive energy wave would have claimed more victims.

The participants' faces contorted with rage as they retaliated with every ounce of strength.

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!"

Deafening clashes echoed incessantly, their chaotic energy rippling into the heavens, altering the very fabric of the skies.

Suddenly, a brilliant burst of light sliced through the air, drawing everyone's attention to Qin Wentian. His colossal 500-meter frame emanated an imposing divine aura, with battle halos swirling around him. He had fully unleashed the third level of the immortal battle art, elevating his combat strength to god-like levels. Facing him now was akin to confronting an invincible, undefeated battle king.

Fueled by this sight, the disciples redoubled their efforts, channeling their energy into the elite disciple's attack once more. Qin Wentian's rage surged, and he bellowed in defiance. Figures of suppression and colossal swords materialized around him. Meanwhile, he summoned a myriad of ancient war bells, their resounding tolls rattling the souls of weaker disciples.

"DIE!" Qin Wentian ascended further into the heavens, his colossal palms delivering thunderous strikes. The Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples defended themselves against his onslaught, launching their own counterattacks. The ancient war bells eventually shattered, but the fallout saw two colossal palm imprints, each capable of obliterating the heavens, crashing onto the disciples. Their bodies crumbled into pieces, unable to withstand Qin Wentian's might, and more of them met their demise.

Qin Wentian's colossal figure shattered their formation, enduring their relentless barrage of attacks with runic defenses and ancient bells. Although some of the bells succumbed to the onslaught, Qin Wentian remained unyielding. He unleashed over ten consecutive strikes with his colossal palms, resulting in the deaths of several more disciples.

"KILL HIM!" The Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples surged toward Qin Wentian's towering form, unleashing various energies in a unified assault.

"DIE!" The participants below retaliated, soaring into the air to reinforce Qin Wentian. Everyone committed fully to the battle, determined to exterminate the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples.

"I'LL BE THE BASTION!" Qin Wentian roared, his body enveloped in countless ancient war bells and a resplendent battle halo infused with runic light. Despite the ceaseless attacks directed at him, they barely scratched the surface of his defenses. Yet with each colossal palm strike he delivered, disciples fell. No one could withstand Qin Wentian's overwhelming strength.

He channeled boundless energy, combining it with the Fiendgod Heavenly Suppression technique and his bloodline power. With the runic light from the Fiendgod Body Refinement Art, his gargantuan form, and the third level of the immortal battle art, he stood as a supreme battle god capable of annihilating all.

"I refuse to believe this. Let's see how long his defenses can hold."

Some Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples howled, directing all their attacks at Qin Wentian. They couldn't accept the fact that he remained alive despite their relentless assault.

"The cracks in his defense are finally appearing. We must succeed in killing him." The fifth-level ascendant disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect once again focused their attacks on Qin Wentian. Destructive energy surged, continuously eroding his defenses. Yet, in return, Qin Wentian's almighty palms struck out, claiming the lives of at least two disciples with each blow.

Simultaneously, the participants who had chosen to follow Qin Wentian launched their own fierce attacks. Zi Qingxuan transformed into a divine falcon, shredding through her target's defenses. In mere moments, only ten disciples remained, and they were no longer in a numerical advantage.

As the battlefield raged on, the elite disciple who had summoned the black hole bellowed in fury, "His surface defense has crumbled! Let's strike again and make him pay!" Runic light still enveloped Qin Wentian's towering 500-meter form, but traces of bloody wounds marred his previously impervious exterior. They had succeeded in injuring him.

"KILL!" The Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples were consumed by madness. Even if it cost them their lives, they were determined to eliminate Qin Wentian. In their minds, his death meant an end to the threat posed by the other participants.

"BOOM, BOOM!" Three more disciples fell under the might of Qin Wentian's attacks, while the other participants managed to take down one disciple. Their numbers continued to dwindle, but the disciples mustered their remaining strength, launching relentless assaults on Qin Wentian. They spared no effort, driven by the desperate need to end him.

"ROAR~" A deafening sound, reminiscent of a demonic beast's bellow, echoed through the air. An ancient, primordial demon king materialized protectively around Qin Wentian. This demonic entity, larger than his 500-meter frame, bore a strange resemblance to Qin Wentian himself. It appeared as though the demon king had emerged from his very blood, cloaking him in an impervious layer of demonic radiance. No matter how fierce or numerous the disciples' attacks, they couldn't harm this demon king formed from the power of his bloodline, seemingly hailing from the primordial era.

"I initially had no intention of unleashing a large-scale massacre. However, since you've pushed me to this point, I shall grant your wish," Qin Wentian's voice, laced with a sinister, chilling edge, reverberated through the battlefield.