Chapter 2376 - 2377: You're Dead Meat

Chen Xingzhu stood where she was, her head lowered, seemingly very obedient.

Watching Wu Zhiqi ride away on the unicorn, she slowly raised her head, her face full of vicious smiles.

"Do you think he is just an ordinary Sun God cultivator? He is the direct disciple of the True Martial King, you are doomed."

Wu Zhiqi brandished a thick-backed cleaver, the unicorn beneath him stepping on lotus-shaped flames.

Billowing demonic qi trailed behind him, whipping up a tornado-like storm.

In an instant, Wu Zhiqi had already charged to the forefront of the battle formation.

Tens of thousands of Demon Soldiers cheered loudly, as if striking tens of thousands of giant drums, the sound shaking the heavens and earth.

Not far away, Xue Mingtai and others saw the Demon General finally in action, and all turned pale with shock.

Xue Mingtai waved the command flag, and more than 20 Golden Core cultivators rushed forward.

Each Golden Core cultivator shot a ray of golden light from between their fingers.

These rays of golden light crisscrossed, forming a dense net.

This is the Heavenly Net designed by An Zichen according to an Ancient Secret Manual.

The latitude and longitude of the Heavenly Net are condensed from the True Yuan Energy of the Golden Core cultivators, gathering the power of more than 20 Golden Core cultivators.

As long as Wu Zhiqi falls into the Heavenly Net, these True Yuan condensed lines will easily tear his body apart.

Facing this Heavenly Net spanning over 300 zhang, many Demon Soldiers, unable to stop their momentum, crashed into the net.

Hundreds and thousands of Demon Soldiers were immediately dismembered by the golden light flashing latitude and longitude lines.

The flesh and blood of the Demon Soldiers were burned by true flames, and for a while, the air was filled with wails.

The Demon General Wu Zhiqi sneered slightly, not dodging or avoiding, the unicorn beneath him moved like the wind, instantly crashing into the Heavenly Net.

More than 20 Golden Core cultivators felt invigorated, their bodies moving crisscross, immediately surrounding Wu Zhiqi in the middle, airtight.

Suddenly, eight shields flew out from Wu Zhiqi's body surface, blocking the latitude and longitude lines of the 20 Golden Core stage cultivators.

The black shield had complex patterns, full of ancient charm.

Although the shield was marked with sparks by the latitude and longitude lines of the Heavenly Net, it firmly blocked the enormous Heavenly Net.

Not far away, Xue Mingtai and An Zichen's eyes were wide open.

This was a combined strike of 20 Golden Core stage cultivators, saying it could move mountains and seas is not an exaggeration.

But this one Demon General easily blocked the Heavenly Net.

Such power and divine skills, no cultivator on Earth can possibly contend alone.

Xue Mingtai couldn't help but glance at Yang Fei in the void, even his confidence in Yang Fei wavered slightly.

Even if Yang Fei successfully tempers his Solar Deity, facing this terrifying Wu Zhiqi, the odds are slim.

Wu Zhiqi, riding the unicorn, holding the thick-backed cleaver leisurely stood within the Heavenly Net.

He looked up at Yang Fei, who was being tempered by lightning in the clouds, his face full of grim smiles.

"I'm waiting for you, once your Body of the Sun God is successfully tempered, it'll be more delectable to enjoy."

More than 20 Golden Core cultivators used Life-Bound True Yuan Qi to condense the Heavenly Net, consuming a lot.

But now, they couldn't even break through his protective shield, and everyone began to panic inside.

The leading Zhang Zhengchang bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of Essence Blood on the Heavenly Net.

"Everyone, fight him, burn him with innate true fire."

Once everyone's Essence Qi is exhausted, no one can restrain this Demon General any longer.

Hearing Zhang Zhengchang's words, everyone bit their tongues, spraying Essence Qi, scattering it on the Heavenly Net.

With a boom, the Heavenly Net immediately burned fiercely, Wu Zhiqi enveloped in a sea of fire.

Wu Zhiqi sneered slightly, swung the thick-backed cleaver.

"A group of ants, how can you all be worthy of fighting me?"

As he said this, the thick-backed cleaver in the air depicted a blade over ten zhang thick, chopping towards the northeast where Zhang Zhengchang was.

This blade seemed like Mount Tai Crushing Down, earth-shattering.

And with his blade, countless ghostly shadows in the air, like a tide, surged towards Zhang Zhengchang.

Zhang Zhengchang's face changed color, retreating in fright.

The cultivators' forms changed, the Heavenly Net instantly shifted, blocking Wu Zhiqi's blade.

Countless ghosts collided with the latitude and longitude lines of the Heavenly Net, burned into charcoal.

However, the immense power of that blade made every Golden Core cultivator's body quake.

Zhang Zhengchang bore the brunt, vomiting blood with a "wah".

Wu Zhiqi sneered: "You can't handle this?"

His form was shrouded within the Heavenly Net but seemed indifferent, suddenly slashing three times at the dense latitude and longitude lines in the air.

The latitude and longitude lines, transformed from the Golden Core cultivators' Essence, could be firm or flexible, originally unaffected.

Yet each of these three slashes felt like a heavy hammer, striking each Golden Core cultivator's chest.

The cultivators couldn't bear it, staggering backward, all spitting blood.

Xue Mingtai watched Wu Zhiqi's every swing, the air filled with countless ghostly shadows, and couldn't help but shout.

"Be careful, this Demon Blade carries a soul attack, guard your Primordial Spirit."

Wu Zhiqi laughed wildly: "Even if you know, what can you do about it?"

As he spoke, he tossed the thick-backed cleaver in his hand into the air.

The blade instantly disintegrated, transforming into countless magic shadows.

These magic shadows charged at the more than 20 Golden Core cultivators, baring fangs and claws, snarling grimly.

Zhang Zhengchang, having lost most of his Essence Qi, could only barely raise a Vajra talisman upon seeing two magic shadows charging at him.

However, the Vajra talisman had no effect at all.

The two magic shadows passed directly through the Golden Light Shield, pouncing on Zhang Zhengchang.

Zhang Zhengchang was stunned, only feeling a chill across his body, with no sense of pain.

He looked down and was terrified out of his wits.

Zhang Zhengchang's flesh peeled away from his toes, inch by inch, revealing white skeletal toe bones, then calves, thighs...

In just a few breaths, the renowned Sect Master True Man of Mount Longhu Celestial Master Sect, Zhang Zhengchang, became a skeleton.

From his Niwan Palace, a swirling bead flew into the void.

This was Zhang Zhengchang's Golden Core, within which his Three Souls and Seven Spirits were hidden.

As long as the Golden Core was not shattered, Zhang Zhengchang's soul protected by the Golden Core could transform into a Ghost Cultivator and start over.

However, as the Golden Core flew into the void, Wu Zhiqi opened his mouth, and a tremendous suction force instantly pulled the Golden Core into his mouth.

Wu Zhiqi chewed Zhang Zhengchang's Golden Core and soul like he was munching on fried beans, laughing heartily.

Alongside Zhang Zhengchang, three other Golden Core cultivators also met the same fate.

However, the Golden Cores of these three were devoured by the ghostly things.

Seeing this, even the most determined Golden Core cultivators, unyielding in spirit, were scared out of their wits.