With the Ninth Prince charging in, the number of Strongarm Bull Devil Martial Saints accompanying him reached six.
Seeing this, Ian Song couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. With a flicker, he vanished from sight, while the Ninth Prince and the six Bull Devil Martial Saints had already fallen into the formation.
Watching the Ninth Prince and six Martial Saints disappear before their eyes, the First Prince and Third Prince were both stunned.
The First Prince said, “Ninth Brother is just too impulsive. Can’t he see that the Human is deliberately provoking him?”
The Third Prince nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Ninth Brother is being impulsive, but that Human youth is even more cunning.”
“First Prince, Third Prince, the Ninth Prince and his group might be in danger. Should we send someone to rescue them?” a Devil General suggested.
“No need for that.”
The Third Prince waved his hand calmly. “There are six Martial Saints with him, and Ninth Brother himself is a late-stage Martial Saint. No matter how strong the formation is, it can’t trap them. They might even break it!”
The princes constantly vie for the Bull Devil throne, and the Third Prince has fought with the Ninth Prince for years. If the Ninth Prince dies in the Human formation, their territories border each other, and the Third Prince stands to gain the most. So, he’s actually hoping for the Ninth Prince Darius Ironhorn’s death, not about to send help.
As for whether the Strongarm Bull Devils would blame him, he wasn’t concerned. He’d already prepared his excuses: first, the Ninth Prince acted on impulse; second, he had six Martial Saints with him—who could have guessed the Human formation would be so powerful that even with six Martial Saints, they’d be killed?
"Third Brother, isn't this a bit much? If anything happens to Ninth Brother, we won't be able to explain ourselves to Father Emperor!" The First Prince's eyes flickered as he spoke.
The Third Prince sneered, "In that case, why don't you send a few Martial Saints in to help Ninth Brother, Big Brother?"
"Heh, I was just speaking offhand. Ninth Brother has six Martial Saints with him—should be more than enough to break the formation!" The First Prince hurriedly replied. He had no intention of getting himself burned; every Martial Saint lost meant his own strength dropped a notch. If he sent more in and they all died in that strange array, he'd have nowhere left to cry.
Inside the grand array.
Prince Darius Ironhorn was besieged by ten Human Martial Saints, while the other six Martial Saints split into three pairs, fighting each other.
Ian Song watched the battle with a relaxed expression. This Prince Darius really was the Strongarm Bull Devil Emperor's son—his demonic arts were earth-shaking. Even ten illusionary Human Martial Saints couldn't take him down for a while.
With a thought, Ian Song formed a seal and conjured five more illusionary Human Martial Saints, sending them to attack Prince Darius Ironhorn.
With fifteen Human Martial Saints working together, Prince Darius Ironhorn was finally fully suppressed.
"Ah!"
A quarter of an hour later, one Human Martial Saint let out a miserable scream as Prince Darius Ironhorn chopped off his head with a blade. The other Saints seized the chance to attack, only to be swept back by a single slash from Prince Darius.
Seeing this, Ian Song couldn't help but frown. This guy was seriously tough—fifteen Martial Saints ganging up on him, and he still managed to kill one.
On the other side, the six Martial Saints were fighting evenly, with no clear winner any time soon.
Ian Song waved his hand, making the six Martial Saints stop fighting each other and instead charge at Prince Darius Ironhorn.
At that moment, Prince Darius Ironhorn was in full berserk mode, but when he suddenly saw six figures charging at him, he was shocked. He realized these six Martial Saints were actually retainers of his Third Brother.
"Is Third Brother trying to assassinate me? Damn it!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The six Martial Saints attacked Prince Darius Ironhorn in silence, confirming his suspicions.
Once the six Bull Devil Martial Saints joined the fray, Ian Song had the Human Martial Saints withdraw. Each illusionary Martial Saint required a huge amount of energy, and with over a million Strongarm Bull Devil soldiers outside, he needed to save his strength.
To Prince Darius Ironhorn, the six Bull Devil Martial Saints looked like his Third Brother's retainers, but to the six Saints, Prince Darius had Ian Song's face.
So both sides fought harder and harder, every move like they were staking their lives.
Ian Song found the scene of mutual slaughter extremely satisfying.
In the end, Prince Darius Ironhorn killed three Bull Devil Martial Saints, but another punched straight through his chest.
"Third Brother, even if I die, I won't let you off!"
Prince Darius Ironhorn roared at the sky, completely ignoring his chest wound, and charged out in a frenzy, managing to kill another Bull Devil Martial Saint.
The two remaining Bull Devil Martial Saints, seeing this, also went berserk, attacking Prince Darius Ironhorn from both sides, throwing everything into their assault.
Prince Darius Ironhorn was already gravely wounded; killing the fourth Bull Devil Martial Saint was pure ferocity. With the last two Saints attacking together, his injuries grew worse and worse, until finally one of them seized the chance and blew his head apart.
"Illusion, disperse!"
Ian Song formed a seal, and instantly, before the two Martial Saints could celebrate, they realized the youth they'd killed was actually their own Ninth Prince.
"W-what just happened?!"
The two Bull Devil Martial Saints were utterly stunned—they'd just killed the Ninth Prince with their own hands.
If the Strongarm Bull Devil Emperor found out, there was no way they'd survive.
Just as Ian Song was about to conjure another dozen Human Martial Saints to finish off the last two Bull Devil Martial Saints, he noticed they'd gone silent—they'd chosen to shatter their own heart veins and end it themselves.
Time inside the formation was under Ian Song's control.
So to the Third Prince and First Prince outside, Ian Song had only just entered the array and now reappeared after less than fifteen minutes.
With a casual toss, seven severed heads flew out.
One of the heads was already half-destroyed, but on close inspection, you could still make out it was the Ninth Prince.
"The Ninth Prince is dead?!"
"Heavens, the Ninth Prince has been killed!"
A wave of panic swept through the Bull Devil ranks—even the First Prince and Third Prince were stunned. They hadn't expected the Ninth Prince to die so quickly.
For a moment, fear gripped everyone. Was this formation really that terrifying?
"Anyone else want to test the power of this array?" Ian Song said with a grin. With a wave of his hand, the scene inside the formation appeared before everyone: corpses blanketed the ground. The more than two hundred thousand Strongarm Bull Devil warriors who'd entered were all dead, reduced to lifeless bodies.
A chill ran up the spines of the Bull Devil warriors, all the way to the top of their heads. The timid ones couldn't help but take a step back when they saw tens of thousands of corpses.
Behind the grand array, Raymond Lei and the others also saw the scene within, their faces shifting from shock to wild joy.
In the end, the First Prince and Third Prince chose to retreat. The Human formation was simply too terrifying—sending all their troops in might not be enough to break it.
Once the Bull Devil army retreated, Raymond Lei led his generals forward, laughing heartily. "Leon Huang, you've accomplished a peerless great merit this time!"
Hearing this, the generals behind Raymond Lei all looked on with envy. No kidding—he'd single-handedly wiped out over two hundred thousand Bull Devil warriors, plus ten Martial Saints, including a Bull Devil prince.
If word of this got out, it would shake the entire Human Race.