"Is it all fake?!"
Connor, after seeing the remnants disappear, launched another attack.
In just a mont, he used all his strength and threw four punches.
The four remnants that had surrounded him had all been shattered by his strikes.
But what shocked him was that all four of them were just remnants, and there was no trace of the Cult Leader's true soul.
"Hahaha..."
The Cult Leader's mocking laughter echoed once more.
Connor, with a vigilant expression, looked around at his surroundings, preparing to face the Cult Leader's next attack.
"Connor, you are truly foolish. Did you think I didn't know you were recovering your strength while I was talking? In fact, I was intentionally buying ti, and those four remnants were just there to delay you!"
At that mont, the Cult Leader reappeared before Connor.
Connor glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Why did you want to buy ti?"
"I already told you, I want you to suffer until you die!"
The Cult Leader laughed and suddenly threw a black silk box into the sky.
When the box reached halfway, it erupted into an incredibly blinding light.
"The Fivefold Wound Formation is finally complete!"
The Cult Leader laughed triumphantly.
Following this, Connor suddenly saw a massive formation appear beneath his feet, divided into five parts.
"Connor, it has been many years since anyone has forced to use this formation. You are the first in nearly a century, and even in death, you should consider yourself fortunate!"
The Cult Leader said as he watched Connor.
Connor stared at the formation beneath him, hesitating about how to deal with it.
This was the first ti he had encountered sothing like this, and he couldn't find a way to break it.
The Cult Leader began chanting an incantation.
After a few seconds, the formation finally responded.
First, a chilling wind howled, followed by thunder striking down, flas engulfing him, bone-chilling cold, and a thousand poisons invading his body!
The so-called Fivefold Wound Formation simultaneously attacked with the world's most ferocious five elents.
Due to the existence of the formation, these five forces complented each other, causing trendous damage.
Under this horrifying formation, even Heaven-ranked Martial Masters would need to take a step back. Connor was no exception.
For a mont, he was attacked by these five different forces, and his body emitted various dazzling lights. At first, he could barely resist using his chi, but since chi was finite, he eventually ran out. Connor's expression turned grim.
As the Cult Leader had said, he wanted to tornt Connor to death.
Connor was experiencing a level of pain that ordinary people could not imagine. Five different forces were simultaneously ravaging his body, as if they could tear him apart at any mont.
Moreover, the formation seed to continuously provide spiritual energy to Connor, not to save him but to keep him conscious while enduring the tornt.
Watching him being tornted relentlessly, the onlookers felt a deep admiration for the Cult Leader.
Although his strength was indeed terrifying, in their eyes, the Cult Leader was still superior.
The Cult Leader, looking at his suffering, had a sowhat triumphant expression, as if he were appreciating the most exquisite artwork in the world.
"Ah..."
At that mont, his body seed to have reached its limit, and he let out a deafening scream.
Even Rachel, who was inside the altar, heard Connor's agonized cry.
"Connor!"
She realized sothing was wrong and hurriedly stepped outside the altar.
However, the Blood Moon Sect's elders directly stopped her, saying in a low voice, "Until the Cult Leader returns, no one is allowed to leave this altar!"
"Get out of my way! I need to save Connor!"
She shouted as if she had lost her mind.
But the elders of the Blood Moon Sect, with their strength surpassing her, easily subdued her.
Kneeling on the ground, tears stread down her face. She knew what was happening outside, but she couldn't do anything. This feeling was unbearable.
On the other side, an unknown amount of ti had passed.
Connor's agonizing screams had finally stopped, but the Fivefold Wound Formation seed to continue without end.
This indicated that he hadn't died yet; his body was still enduring the tornt.
"How boring!"
The Cult Leader, looking at his location, let out a sigh and turned to return to the altar.
At this point, the Cult Leader seed to have already confird that Connor would be tornted to death by the Fivefold Wound Formation, so he didn't plan to watch any longer.
"Connor, wake up!"
But at that mont, a voice suddenly echoed in Connor's mind, reawakening his consciousness.
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