Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2355 Chapter 1076: Little Devious Path Person (2)

While the formations crafted by the Evil Formation Master were inherently sinister and malevolent, they lacked the efficacy for swift execution. Particularly when confronted with unforeseen circumstances, such as a surprise assault from a monster cultivator fueled by potent, fierce blood qi, these formations proved almost entirely useless for retaliation.

Consequently, this particular Evil Formation Master met a gruesome end, brutally dispatched.

The abrupt, earth-shattering turn of events was utterly bewildering.

The other two demon cultivators who had been meticulously dissecting the demon monster's remains were only jolted back to the horrifying reality after the Evil Formation Master had been reduced to mere fleshy fragments. Both were simultaneously shocked and enraged.

"Are you completely out of your mind?"

"Have you lost all sense of reason?"

"Do you have no fear of incurring the wrath of Mr. Tu?"

It would have been better never to have mentioned the name "Mr. Tu," but the instant those three words were spoken, the bald monster cultivator erupted into unrestrained fury, his features contorting with rage:

"Are you also mere dogs of Mr. Tu? Did Mr. Tu dispatch you to bring about my demise?"

One demon cultivator shouted back indignantly, "What utter nonsense are you spouting!"

However, before he could even finish his sentence, a fearsome, blood-soaked guillotine descended with alarming speed, slicing through the air towards his head in a sudden, violent gust.

This demon cultivator let out an enraged curse, swiftly drawing forth an Evil Artifact shaped like a skull. He immediately engaged in a fierce, desperate battle against the maddened bald monster cultivator.

The remaining demon cultivator did not stand idly by either; he conjured a blood sword and resolutely joined the chaotic melee.

Both of these demon cultivators possessed considerable cultivation, having mastered numerous malevolent techniques. One pressed the attack with the blood sword, while the other centered his efforts on suppressing their opponent with the skull artifact. United, their combined might was significantly amplified.

The bald monster cultivator, despite his unbridled madness and the frantic, unpredictable nature of his movements, was ultimately no match for the coordinated assault of the two. After enduring approximately eight to nine dozen exchanges, he was finally overcome, his left shoulder impaled by the blood sword, and he was subsequently subdued by the skull Evil Artifact.

Now ensnared by the two, the bald monster cultivator found himself utterly unable to break free from the oppressive demonic qi emanating from the skull Evil Artifact. Nevertheless, his expression remained ferocious, and he continued to roar incessantly.

The demon cultivator wielding the skull artifact, perplexed by the bald cultivator's peculiar state, furrowed his brow and inquired:

"What is afflicting this fool? Has he fallen under some sort of possession? He actually dares to defy Mr. Tu's directives, he..."

Before he could complete his bewildered statement, a piercingly sharp blood sword thrust directly through his chest. The eyes of the skull demon cultivator widened in disbelief as he slowly turned, only to witness the demon Path comrade with whom he had previously allied now glaring with a twisted, resentful fury. His own chest was impaled by the very blood sword they had been using:

"So what if you defy Mr. Tu's orders? Are you also content to be just another dog serving Mr. Tu?" "All dogs of Mr. Tu deserve to perish!"

The blood sword, having pierced the vital heart meridian, unleashed insidious blood qi that relentlessly ravaged his internal organs. A look of utter fury etched onto the skull demon cultivator's face, death descended, accompanied by the bitter sting of regret – too late to undo his actions, he met his demise.

The demon cultivator wielding the blood sword continued to sneer triumphantly even after dispatching his former skull-wielding companion.

Yet, midway through his laughter, an abrupt halt came. He found himself unable to continue his mirth.

The dark, grayish hue that had clouded his vision began to recede, and a sliver of lucidity returned. Gazing upon his fallen comrade, impaled lifelessly on his sword, he was struck by a wave of stupefied shock. He muttered incredulously:

"I... what have I actually done?"

"How could I possibly have..."

"I..."

Amidst the tempest of his internal turmoil, with a sickening "splat," a colossal guillotine, imbued with immense demonic power, descended mightily, severing his neck in a single, brutal stroke, unleashing a torrent of blood. This was swiftly followed by a second strike, then a third, and a fourth... each delivered with ruthless, unyielding ferocity.

The demon cultivator who had wielded the blood sword was thus hacked to pieces while still alive, eventually falling limply to the ground.

Behind him, the bald monster cultivator, having finally broken free from the skull Evil Artifact's restrictive hold.

This same bald monster cultivator, now drenched in a congealed mixture of blood, was wielding the gruesome, gore-stained guillotine.

This immense guillotine, originally intended for the decapitation of Mo Hua's head, was now smeared with the fresh blood of demon cultivators.

"No one has the right to dictate my actions."

"Not even Mr. Tu..."

"Anyone who dares to try and control me will meet their death."

A faint, ominous blackness flickered within the eyes of the bald monster cultivator, a clear indication of encroaching madness.

However, with all the demon cultivators within the blood pool now slain – including those who had attempted to

The bald monster cultivator offered a nod, affirming, "Indeed, he is unsuitable."

"If he is unsuitable, then pray tell, who is?"

"Who?" The bald monster cultivator found himself utterly perplexed.

"You," that disquieting voice declared with unwavering certainty. "You are the Divine Lord's true 'servant,' deserving to attend to the Divine Lord, to partake in the immeasurable divine power, to follow the Master of the Great Wilderness, existing eternally beyond death..." As the words concluded, the bald monster cultivator's expression gradually solidified.

"Yes, only I, only I am worthy of being the Divine Lord's 'servant,' only I merit

eternal life..."

"However, there can only be one servant of the Divine Lord."

"Only... one?"

"Precisely, there is but a single one," the voice, innocent yet profoundly unsettling, inquired, "What course of action should be taken?"

"What indeed, should be done?"

The bald monster cultivator appeared bewildered, yet after a brief pause, his demeanor turned savage, and he proclaimed with a voice steeped in chill:

"Eliminate them all, and I shall, by right, become the Divine Lord's... sole 'servant'!"

The eerie voice concurred with unholy glee: "Precisely so, dispatch them all! The Divine Lord's servant can

only be you!"

"Annihilate them all! The Divine Lord's servant shall be none but me!"

The bald monster cultivator uttered this with a grin, his eyes alight with savage excitement and a palpable thirst for bloodshed.

He hoisted his blood-soaked guillotine and departed the confines of the Blood Pool. Beyond lay the Maze of Blood and Flesh, a landscape strewn with detritus of flesh, its walls constructed from White Bones, intricately winding, with numerous passages obstructed. Yet, as the bald monster cultivator advanced, the flesh seemed to writhe and part automatically, and the White Bones recoiled from his path. A way forward materialized before him as if by divine intervention. This phenomenon served only to fortify his conviction; this was the "Divine Lord" beckoning him. It was the "Divine Lord" guiding his journey. This was an unmistakable "blessing from the Divine Lord"; it was evident that the Divine Lord also recognized him as the "chosen" and the one and only "servant."

"There is but a single spot for the Divine Lord's servant."

"That position, the Divine Lord's servant, belongs only to me."

"Eternity, immortality... only I can achieve it..."

His wretched state, coupled with these strange pronouncements and his zealous devotion

to the master of the Great Wilderness, reverberated within the hall brimming with sinister intentions. It was like a searing mark, burned into the core of each demon head... Unbeknownst to many, their eyes started to flicker with an unsettling shade of blackness.