Chapter 1594 - 182: Victorious Hand in Breaking Array

Chapter 1594: Chapter 182: Victorious Hand in Breaking Array

Han Wangke laughed and said, "Junior Brother, your strategy is ingenious. However, the Zhu Family’s array still appears intact and is not easily broken. You might as well make a show of driving off and slaughtering other tribes, forcing Zhu Bogao to come to their rescue, thus destabilizing their array."

Zhang Yan nodded with a smile and said, "That’s a good idea."

Wei Zihong bowed and said, "I shall obey the Dharma Decree." Having spoken, he descended from the Dharma Platform and led over a thousand disciples to pursue and kill.

After leaving Shousui Mountain, he retrieved a black Jiao horn from his sleeve, offered it up into the sky, and then performed a spell. Instantly, a wailing sound spread across the land. Any Demon Cultivators nearby felt their muscles and bones weakening, collapsing to the ground. Without aid from their kind, they would be at the mercy of the Mingcang Disciples for slaughter.

At this moment, in the remaining small arrays, four columns of dense fog suddenly rose. As the fog dispersed, five Demon Generals, towering dozens of feet high, emerged, each donned in helmet and armor, wielding a Divine Weapon, and roaring thunderously. Some Mingcang disciples, whose cultivation was lacking, felt dizzy and fell from the sky.

Han Wangke frowned, swept his sleeve, and released a gust of Gang Wind, retrieving those disciples.

Peng Yuzhou mocked with a smile, stepped forward and transformed into tunneling light to reach a Demon General. With a flick of his sleeve, a burst of flying fire consumed the Demon General, turning his body to ashes without a sound. He moved on to the next, applying the same tactic. Within a few breaths, he had killed all who appeared.

These Demon Generals were often the heads of their tribes. Their deaths immediately threw the array into chaos.

At this moment, only a few tribes could still maintain their array. Witnessing this scene, they were filled with terror. If not for their King suppressing them, they would’ve long fled. Many, seeing the unfavorable situation, sent envoys to Yu Yuan Tribe for assistance.

Zhu Bogao noticed that although the Mingcang Sect appeared aggressive, they hadn’t struck seriously at the demon tribes, instead beginning to encircle his position. How could he not guess their intention?

If he were to lead his kin to the rescue, he wouldn’t be able to maintain his array and would surely end up entombing his entire clan here. Therefore, no matter who sought his help, he ignored them and instructed his men, "Order the clan elders to restrain the tribes, do not act rashly, follow my Array Flag, and retreat to Jin River."

A middle-aged cultivator rushed to the bow of the ship, grabbed his sleeve, and pleaded, "Father King, why don’t you challenge True Master Zhang in a duel to possibly resolve this crisis?"

Zhu Bogao shook off his hand coldly and said, "That’s just your wishful thinking. Tomorrow is the day for fighting. If I were to challenge now, would Zhang Yan really fight me one on one? Didn’t you see earlier there is a Great Cultivator in the Third Realm within their array? If the two of them come at me together, my death would be minor, but the survival of our subordinates would be impossible to ensure! Retreat quickly!"

The middle-aged cultivator pleaded, "Does this mean we’ll abandon those tribes?"

Zhu Bogao snorted and ignored him further.

The middle-aged cultivator lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked up with a bitter expression: "If you don’t take action, Father King, the people’s hearts will scatter. Even if your child is useless, as your firstborn, if I die here, it would at least be an account to all the tribes."

Zhu Bogao was shocked, "You..."

The middle-aged cultivator took a few steps back, knelt down and bowed deeply, then beckoned his own tribesmen and took the initiative to meet the Mingcang Disciples.

Zhu Bogao watched his retreating figure. He wanted to stop him, but the words stuck in his throat. He sighed in his heart, and could think of nothing else, focusing solely on slowly ensuring the retreat of his tribesmen.

Wei Zihong saw Zhu Bogao not fall for the trap, so he decided to change tactics, no longer bothering with the other tribes. He summoned the disciples, followed closely behind the Yu Yuan Tribe, and once again raised the Jiao horn into the air, letting out a wailing sound.

Even though the array provided a barrier, every time the horn sounded, many disciples with low cultivation levels repeatedly fell, not losing their lives, but their formations showed signs of disarray.

Zhu Bogao, seeing the worsening situation, looked behind and saw over two hundred miles left, gritted his teeth, and took out a long silk from his sleeve. With a flick of his wrist, the fabric spread like a Rainbow Light, without caring how many it wrapped, he wielded a spell and flew light-bound towards Jin River.

On a distant flying shuttle, the Dry and Skinny Daoist watched the Mingcang disciples still circling above Jin River, shaking his head, "After such a major blow, even if the Yu Yuan Tribe returns, they won’t be able to gather momentum again."

The strange-faced cultivator said, "It’s due to unfamiliarity with the array’s maneuvers; otherwise, such flaws would not have been exposed."

The Dry and Skinny Daoist replied, "After all, they are merely demons. Despite their numbers in the millions, only a few have developed spiritual wisdom. It’s impressive they can even form an array. What more can be expected of them?"

The strange-faced cultivator nodded and said, "We’ll see tomorrow."

The two were not only here to witness the outcome of this battle but also to observe Zhang Yan’s tactics, to report back to their sect. The life or death of the Yu Yuan Tribe was of no concern to them.

Zhu Bogao returned to the Underwater Cave Mansion, counted his tribe’s numbers, and found that of the original tens of thousands, less than half remained. He then ordered to investigate the whereabouts of his eldest son, but the news was grim.

At this time, Elder He entered the Cave Mansion, looked at Zhu Bogao’s expression, and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, who would’ve thought Zhang Yan possessed such tactics. Today’s defeat is not your fault. If you can defeat True Master Zhang tomorrow, our tribe will still have a chance. Take good care of yourself."

Zhu Bogao remained silent for a while, then forced himself to gather his spirits, stood up, and said solemnly, "Don’t worry Elder He, even moving mountains and overturning seas, Zhu Bogao can do it. This is nothing. I won’t lose my courage for this, only lamenting the losses of my tribesmen."

Elder He replied expressionlessly, "That’s good enough. I, the elder, will comfort the tribes, ensuring they don’t disperse. Your Majesty should prepare for battle, and do not let the tribes down. I know Your Majesty has great ambitions. If only we survive this ordeal, a leap through the Dragon Gate is not impossible."

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