Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2358 Chapter 1077: Slaughter_3

"If it is not that particular individual, then who else could it possibly be?"

"In this entire realm, aside from that one person, who else possesses the capability to execute such a peculiar technique as 'Planting Devil in Taoist Heart'?"

"This is no time to ponder such matters! Regardless of who is behind 'Planting Devil in Taoist Heart,' we must make our escape with haste!"

"Should we tarry any longer, I fear we shall surely perish right here!"

Though the desire to flee burned within him, his feet felt as if mired in thick mud and dense sand, heavy as a thousand jun, utterly immobile. It was as though his consciousness had become detached from his primal instincts; his physical form was no longer under his command.

Precisely at this critical juncture, that innocent yet unnerving voice once more echoed in his ears:

"Why depart? Do you not aspire to become a servant of the Divine Lord?"

"Do you not wish to serve as the Divine Lord's retainer?"

"Will you not be a servant?"

This disembodied voice persisted, reverberating within his hearing.

"I, I refuse..." The Mystic Demon Sect Chief, gripped by extreme terror, found a surge of fury rising within him. "I will not be a servant! I refuse to be your damned servant, you wretch who dares to disturb my Taoist Heart! I shall slay you and tear you limb from limb!"

Drawing his Demon Sword and fully unleashing the Mystic Demon Skill, he began hacking indiscriminately, desperately seeking the origin of the voice and aiming to eliminate this "Demonic Entity" that ensnared his mind. Blood sprayed outward, and the unfortunate individuals nearby were felled one by one. Yet, to the Mystic Demon Sect Chief's ignorance, every soul he slaughtered was merely a fellow Demon Cultivator.

Concurrently, as the congregation of Blood Qi and Evil Qi within the grand hall intensified, the palpable aura of slaughter grew more potent, thereby escalating the severity of the challenge to their Taoist Hearts. The other few Demon Cultivators at the Late Golden Core Stage, whose minds had been relatively steadfast initially, began to lose their grip on their Taoist Hearts and commenced a frenzied, indiscriminate massacre. Much like the Mystic Demon Sect Chief, they too aimed to eradicate the voice that echoed within their very beings—innocent yet chilling—but in their blindness, they vanquished only their brethren.

Simultaneously, a deepening darkness began to pervade their eyes. This phenomenon arose from the technique of 'Planting Devil in Taoist Heart,' employed through the rebirth of an Evil God, with the act becoming intrinsically linked to their fervent faith in this malevolent deity. Under the terrifying dominion of the Evil God's descent, a presence that sent tremors through all living creatures, the more profound a Demon Cultivator's devotion to the Great Wilderness Evil God, the more deeply the 'Planting Devil in Taoist Heart' would take root. This extraordinary method allowed the technique to manifest power far exceeding its ostensible rank.

However, the profound mysteries underlying the Evil God and the 'Planting Devil in Taoist Heart' were beyond the comprehension of any save the caster himself. Those observing from the outside could only stare in bafflement, while those ensnared within were plunged into an abyss of unending madness and slaughter.

Amidst the unending bloodshed, a singular thought gradually solidified in their minds:

"I must become the Divine Lord's servant!"

"I shall eliminate all others and become the Divine Lord's sole attendant!"

And at that precise moment, the innocent yet eerie voice resounded once more within each of their hearts:

"You are not the only servant."

A wave of fury coursed through the assembled Demon Cultivators.

The voice continued, casually:

"The one and only true great servant of the Divine Lord is..."

"Mr. Tu."

A menacing and eerie killing intent surged through the atmosphere. The Demon Cultivators tasked with guarding Mr. Tu felt a prickling sensation crawl up their scalps. Everything unfolding before them was utterly unanticipated. They possessed no inkling as to the sequence of events or the unseen manipulator pulling the strings. They only had a vague premonition that since the moment the gates were breached and that blood-drenched Monster Cultivator, bearing a guillotine, had barged in, it was as if he had ushered in a 'Plague God.' Its insidiously creeping influence had driven the contingent of Demon Cultivators into madness, initiating an endless slaughter.

And now, with all the Demon Cultivators ensnared within this intricate scheme, every single one of them was "infected."

All attention now converged upon Mr. Tu.

Upon this dedicated servant of the Divine Lord, the Grand Demon Head of the Feather Transformation Realm – Mr. Tu, who had meticulously laid his plans for millennia.

The very air seemed to freeze, thick as ice.

And in that frozen instant, killing intent erupted like a volcano!

All the Golden Core Demon Cultivators, their eyes as black as the deepest night, suddenly lunged towards Mr. Tu, intent on dispatching the Divine Lord's sole servant and seizing his coveted position.

The ten Demon Cultivator guards appointed by Mr. Tu were none other than Late Golden Core Stage powerhouses, representing the pinnacle of defense within this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation. However, even with their formidable strength, they could not withstand the incessant onslaught from hundreds of Demon Cultivators who charged forward with utter disregard for their own lives.

Before long, some of the elite Demon Cultivator guards were overpowered. They were bitten, torn apart, and corrupted by vile Qi, leading to their descent into madness. Just like the other Demon Cultivators, they began to murmur, "I am the Divine Lord's only servant," and turned against their former master, lunging towards Mr. Tu.

Amidst the escalating pandemonium, an unseen individual swiftly extinguished the lamp positioned before Mr. Tu.

The Blood Sacrifice ritual was, in that instant, shattered.

The forceful backlash struck Mr. Tu, causing him to spew a mouthful of blood. His Divine Sense was severely injured, leaving him imprisoned within the confines of his physical body. Subsequently, he was engulfed by the hundreds of Demon Cultivators who now swarmed him...

The brutal slaughter within the grand hall raged on unabated.

It would not cease until the very last 'servant' of the Divine Lord had fallen.

Demonic Qi surged uncontrollably, and minds succumbed to utter madness.

Blood flowed in torrents, and lifeless bodies lay strewn across the entire expanse.

Yet, amidst this brutal and gore-filled spectacle, not a single soul noticed the **slender figure of a young boy** who was slowly making his appearance.

He remained cloaked in peculiar shadows, his gaze held a profound depth, and he calmly stepped over the countless corpses of Demon Cultivators.

Within the chaotic frenzy of blood and the eerie, grim slaughter, he ascended the altar, one step after another.

It was as though the young Gui Tao was ascending to claim his rightful throne.