Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 821 - 347: Lang Yingying the Mermaid

Using stealth once more, Ning Qi guided his vast army from the Three Domains to the front lines, expertly staging a classic maneuver where the oriole follows the mantis.

He cast his gaze toward the enormous sphere of blood, constructed from the life essence of countless fallen cultivators.

The sudden emergence of these new forces caused the combatants on both sides to halt their hostilities, each group staring in terror at those looming outside the perimeter of the sphere.

"Identify yourselves!"

Domain Masters from both factions barked the demand while unleashing offensive spells against the sanguine barrier.

Yet, every strike that connected with the surface of the sphere merely rebounded with doubled velocity.

Recognizing the futility, the cultivators ceased their assault.

Confronted by this mysterious, uninvited army, neither faction could fathom why they were being treated as targets for slaughter.

In the theater of war, only those from the Mountain and Sea Realm or the Vast Realm existed; surely, Ning Qi and his forces ought to be allies!

Only the trio of commanders hailing from the Mountain and Sea Realm narrowed their eyes, a flicker of recognition crossing their faces.

Having previously received telepathic messages from the will of their own realm, they pondered if this newcomer was indeed the very Ning Qi identified by their Realm Venerable.

Ren Boping, Lang Yingying, and Jiang Yuyue, all Domain Masters serving under the Sea Ancestor, held their master in the highest esteem.

Having heard that the Sea Ancestor had successfully claimed a domain from his rival, they had felt a surge of pride.

Now, however, they studied Ning Qi with evident disdain.

The man seemed to lack even a modicum of respect for them, the battle-hardened veterans of the Sea Ancestor's forces.

As these thoughts occupied their minds, a steady, calm voice resonated across the field.

"I am Ning Qi, the Domain Master of the Profound Truth Realm under the Sea Ancestor, here to liberate you. Move to the edge of the sphere immediately, and I shall grant you passage," Ning Qi announced with authority.

This declaration silenced not only the cultivators like Ren Boping trapped within the sphere but also left the Sword Ancestor and those accompanying Ning Qi visibly stunned.

Such a swift switch in allegiance was truly something to behold!

Regardless, the relief was palpable among the Sea Ancestor's subordinates trapped inside; they realized the intent behind this intervention was indeed to rescue them.

As a result, the crushing pressure felt by the Mountain and Sea Realm cultivators began to lift.

The forces of the Vast Realm, however, remained trapped in their state of suppression.

Ren Boping and his companions, though stunned, wasted little time and scrambled toward the outer edge of the sphere.

Simultaneously, Ning Qi reached out a palm toward the Vast Realm combatants still confined within the structure.

He released streaks of rule-based energy resembling metallic chains, which burrowed effortlessly into the bloody barrier.

Instantly, the atmosphere within the sphere intensified, as if an apocalypse were unfolding, with thick mists of blood swirling violently.

A horrific, luminescent glow radiated from the sphere, and the metallic stench of iron filled the air, piercing the nostrils of every cultivator present; holding one's breath provided no reprieve.

The scent seemed to seep into their very marrow, causing their eyes to glaze over with bloodshot madness.

Mental clarity began to slip away, and each person felt their pulse hammer against their ribs like a thunderous drum, threatening to burst from their bodies at any heartbeat.

Clutching at their chests, the Vast Realm warriors gasped in agony.

They could feel their lifeblood accelerating, beginning to hum in harmony with the volatile aura of the sphere!

By this time, Ren Boping and his cohort had reached the boundary of the trap.

"Utilize your Mountain and Sea Realm Qi to interact with the barrier's light, and you shall be able to cross out on your own," Ning Qi instructed.

Caught off guard, they were surprised that Ning Qi had somehow managed to conjure such a sophisticated trapping formation on the fly.

Without delay, the cultivators of the Mountain and Sea Realm slipped through the light screen and appeared outside unscathed.

Only the Vast Realm soldiers remained caught in the snare.

Ning Qi abruptly clenched his hand into a fist.

With a sudden snap, the massive sphere of blood flared with an eerie, blinding radiance, dyeing the horizon in crimson as it violently collapsed inward.

Nothing within the vortex remained visible to the onlookers.

They could only hear the harrowing screams echoing from within, which were enough to chill the soul and make the hair on one's arms stand at attention.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the massive structure finally condensed into a small bead, no larger than an apricot.

This blood-red pearl shimmered like a polished mirror, the pungent smell replaced by a strange silence, as it drifted rapidly through the air toward Ning Qi.

He caught the artifact, its deep glow reflecting off his features, giving his skin a vibrant, flushed appearance.

While the Sword Ancestor remained composed, Ren Boping and his followers stood pale as ghosts.

Witnessing their dread, the Sword Ancestor understood why Ning Qi had intentionally enclosed them along with their enemies.

The boy had clearly intended to demonstrate his power and shake them to their core!

Judging by the terror on their faces, the display had been a resounding success.

Ning Qi tucked the blood pearl away and offered a careless smile, saying, "Do not let this concern you; I simply stumbled upon this blood-killing array by chance. I am not a demon cultivator, I assure you."

His gaze swept across the remnants of the army.

The prior conflict had decimated the Sea Ancestor's forces.

Barely ten percent of the Three Domains' army remained, their survival ensured only by Ning Qi’s timely entrance, which had effectively neutralized the threat.

Had he arrived any later, the remaining forces might have been completely wiped out.

The survivors of the other two domains stood suspended in the void across from Ning Qi's men, making for a stark contrast against his perfectly disciplined troops.

Ning Qi and his warriors stood tall, their attire pristine and untouched by the grime of battle, arranged in a subtle formation that seemed to signify they were ready to strike whenever the order was given.