Destruction of the Great Wild Province Branch Altar

There were more than twenty patrol squads stationed outside the Great Wild Province Branch Altar, covering a fifty-mile radius. In their eyes, such wide-ranging patrols left no chance for anyone to set up a formation.

But what they didn’t know was that Ian Song had already prepared dozens of inscribed array disks. All he needed to do was toss them out, and a massive formation would instantly rise.

At the same time, the Branch Altar’s defensive formation was fully activated, with a Fusion expert sitting at its core. If anyone tried to break in, he’d spot it instantly.

So right now, the Great Wild Province Branch Altar was like an iron fortress—solid and secure. All the disciples were full of confidence, convinced that if Little Demon Song dared to show up, he’d leave his corpse behind.

At midnight, a lone figure suddenly appeared above the Branch Altar. With a wave of his hands, nine array disks flew out to the edges, and as he triggered the formation seals, nine grand arrays roared to life.

In an instant, the entire Branch Altar was wrapped up tight.

As the grand arrays rose, thick smoke appeared out of nowhere. Caught off guard, over ninety percent of the Branch Altar’s disciples either inhaled the smoke or had it touch their bodies.

"Damn it!"

Gavin Gray, the Fusion expert guarding the formation core, was furious. In a flash, he appeared above the Branch Altar. With a sweep of his hand, a massive void handprint formed and slammed down toward the intruder.

"Whoosh!"

The figure flickered, vanishing just before Gavin Gray’s giant void hand could grab him—leaving Gavin clutching at empty air.

"You’re not getting away!"

With a furious shout, Gavin Gray used his yuanshen power to track the spatial fluctuations and teleported after the fleeing figure.

Meanwhile, the other two Fusion guardians inside the Branch Altar were also alerted. Their powerful soul senses swept the area, but they found no sign of any other intruders.

Stephen Hsu said, "Brother Tyler, you stay at the Branch Altar. I’ll check the area before we make any decisions, just in case this is a diversion."

"Be careful, Stephen!" Tyler Wren nodded.

But just then, countless screams erupted from inside the Branch Altar.

Stephen Hsu and Tyler Wren probed with their soul power and discovered that every disciple who’d inhaled or touched the smoke was writhing in agony on the ground. Their faces turned ugly as they cursed:

"Despicable!"

Without wasting another second, both of them began forming hand seals, channeling waves of true essence into the disciples to help purge the poison.

After several consecutive teleports, Gavin Gray chased the figure out of the provincial capital.

Suddenly, the fleeing figure stopped, gave Gavin Gray a strange, mocking smile, then dissolved into thin air—vanishing completely. It was only an illusion.

At that moment, four powerful attacks erupted out of nowhere, blasting straight toward Gavin.

"Not good!"

Gavin Gray cursed inwardly, realizing he’d walked right into an ambush. Instinctively, he tried to teleport away, but his face changed instantly—the attackers had locked the void together. He couldn’t escape.

With no way out, Gavin had no choice but to fight back desperately.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the flurry of exchanges, Gavin Gray was shocked to find that all four attackers were stronger than him. After just a few moves, he was already seriously wounded.

"Who are you? I’m a disciple of the Prime One Church! Do you really want to make enemies with my Church?" Gavin Gray shouted angrily at the four.

But his opponents didn’t respond at all—they just unleashed another round of ferocious attacks.

Blinding light erupted, and waves of surging power swept through the sky.

After ten exchanges, the battlefield was nearly shattered, and Gavin Gray was killed by the combined assault of the four attackers.

"Let’s move!"

Shaoyang Chen, who had been binding the void nearby, revealed himself and left with the four attackers.

Inside the Branch Altar.

The two Fusion guardians of the Prime One Church were overwhelmed, their heads spinning. Over ninety percent of the Branch Altar’s disciples were poisoned—even as Fusion experts, they couldn’t save them all. The poison fire was so fierce that even true essence shields couldn’t block it for ordinary disciples.

With no alternative, the two discussed a plan: Tyler Wren would teleport out and try to forcibly break the formation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Tyler Wren unleashed Dao arts again and again, bombarding the formation.

He quickly realized, to his dismay, that the formation enveloping the Branch Altar was a composite of dozens of arrays. While it couldn’t truly trap a Fusion expert, completely tearing it down was extremely difficult.

Just then, a Branch Altar disciple staggered over to Stephen Hsu, collapsed at his feet, and clung to his legs, crying, "Master, save me! I feel like I’m dying!"

"Let go!" Stephen Hsu frowned and ordered coldly.

"Yes, Master!"

The disciple obediently released his legs and moved aside.

Stephen Hsu vaguely sensed something was wrong, but the screams all around left him no time to think. He kept channeling true essence into the poisoned disciples, trying to force out the toxins.

At that moment, four figures flashed outside the formation, surrounding Tyler Wren, who was still bombarding the array. Without a word, they attacked.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Powerful energy waves exploded outside the formation, the brilliance lighting up half the sky. Countless cultivators in the provincial capital looked on, but when they sensed five Fusion experts fighting, they quickly shrank back.

Inside the formation, Stephen Hsu saw Tyler Wren being attacked by four Fusion experts and instinctively tried to rush out to help, but an old man blocked his way.

"Your opponent is me!" Shaoyang Chen declared.

"Get out of my way!" Stephen Hsu roared.

He threw a punch at the old man, who countered with a punch of his own.

But in that instant, Stephen Hsu was horrified to find his spiritual power rapidly collapsing.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Their battle was wild and violent, waves of energy rippling outward, destroying buildings throughout the Branch Altar. Disciples who failed to escape in time were killed in the crossfire.

At first, Stephen Hsu barely managed to hold off Shaoyang Chen, but as the fight went on, Shaoyang only grew fiercer while Stephen’s spiritual power collapsed faster and faster. In just dozens of moves, most of his soul power was gone.

Finally, he couldn’t withstand Shaoyang Chen’s attack and was sent flying, vomiting blood.

"Escape!"

Instinctively, he tried to flee, but the void was already locked. Glancing aside, he saw the disciple who had clung to his legs earlier now grinning at him eerily.

In that moment, he understood—no wonder he’d felt uneasy earlier. He’d been set up, and that was why his spiritual power was collapsing.

With this realization, grief and rage filled his heart. Stephen Hsu unleashed the last of his strength, swinging his arms and launching a final attack at Shaoyang Chen...

Meanwhile, outside the formation, Tyler Wren was already covered in wounds under the relentless siege of the four Fusion experts.

A moment later, a miserable scream echoed from within the formation, and Shaoyang Chen flew out holding a severed head.

Seeing this, Tyler Wren’s courage collapsed. His will to fight shattered in an instant; he turned to flee, only to find the void sealed.

Shaoyang Chen joined the four attackers, and in less than ten moves, the last Prime One Church Fusion guardian was killed!