Zhang Daoxuan would set up the formation to seal the area, Mo Yuan and Su Zhan would be responsible for the strongest frontal assault and decapitation strike, while the Three Elders would coordinate the overall situation and command other powerful individuals to clear the periphery and handle any unforeseen circumstances.
Su Zhan nodded slightly and added, "I will infiltrate first to locate its core and the Speaker's position. The mont the formation is complete will be the mont of the general assault."
The Three Elders' spirits lifted, and they imdiately said, "Good! We'll go with this plan! Advisor Su Zhan, you must be careful. Elder Daoxuan, we'll rely on you for the formation setup.
City Lord Mo Yuan, for the frontal assault, we will depend on your strength and Advisor Su Zhan's.
The periphery and support will be left to this old man!"
Both Mo Yuan and Zhang Daoxuan nodded slightly in agreent.
This simple dialogue had already determined the basic direction of this ultimate siege.
There was no excessive courtesy or debate. At their level, their understanding of power application and battlefield control had reached perfection. Efficient communication was enough to formulate the most lethal plan.
The conversation ended, and the four spoke no more.
Zhang Daoxuan's figure slowly rose, his Taoist robes billowing. His hands began to channel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and countless profound runes appeared around him, beginning to outline a massive formation diagram.
Su Zhan gave a slight nod to Mo Yuan and the Three Elders. The next mont, the space around him twisted slightly. His dark-red figure beca indistinct as if blending into the shadows, then silently sank into the ice sheet below.
The Three Elders took a deep breath and issued the command to all participants to prepare for battle.
Su Zhan entered a frigid, deep passageway.
This was the peripheral area of the Final Catacombs.
The walls on either side of the passage were not natural rock but composed of a kind of writhing, dark-red fleshy mbrane, embedded with eye-like crystals emitting a ghostly green light that constantly scanned the passage.
The air was filled with chaotic murmurs, disturbing the minds of intruders.
The mont Su Zhan appeared.
Several distorted figures lunged out from the shadows ahead and behind in the passage.
They roughly maintained a humanoid shape, but their bodies had mutated to varying degrees.
So had arms transford into bone blades, so had skin covered in scales, and so had split-open heads revealing sucker-like mouthparts.
Their eyes were frenzied, radiating special-risk level energy fluctuations. They were the outermost guards of the catacombs.
Their pouncing attack seed as slow as a freeze-fra in Su Zhan's eyes.
There was no need to even employ the law of ti.
Su Zhan casually raised his hand.
Several streaks of dark-red fla precisely entered the center of the forehead of every Aberrant guard.
These special-risk level Aberrants instantly froze, the frenzied light in their eyes rapidly dimming.
The next mont, their bodies began to disintegrate from within.
Turning into fine ash that drifted to the ground, not even a trace of blood was left behind.
An utterly one-sided instant kill.
Before Su Zhan's absolute power.
These special-risk Aberrants, who would be enough to make ordinary Awakened individuals flee in terror in the outside world, were no different from ants.
Su Zhan didn't even glance at the drifting ash as he continued forward.
His golden vertical pupils calmly scanned the passage.
He could sense that this entire catacombs was itself a massive, intricate living formation.
The fleshy mbranes on the walls, the ghostly green eyes, even the energy perating the air, were all part of the formation.
Su Zhan attempted to forcefully penetrate the wall with his spiritual sense to probe deeper.
But his spiritual sense was weakened layer by layer, unable to extend effectively at all.
He could also sense that if he forcefully destroyed the passage structure with violence, it would likely imdiately trigger a backlash from the entire formation.
This stronghold, painstakingly built by the Transcendence Society, had defense chanisms far surpassing any external base.
"Interesting."
Su Zhan indifferently evaluated in his mind.
Even with his current combat power being at the ceiling level, he couldn't forcefully break through this maze.
Then the creator of this formation must be a half-step Transcendent.
Since there were no shortcuts, he would just fight his way in.
Su Zhan advanced along the intricate passageways as if walking through his own backyard.
With each step, Aberrant guards hidden in the shadows were pulled out by an invisible force, instantly killed, and turned to ash.
Sotis it was a tentacled monster hanging from the ceiling.
Sotis it was an assassin separated from the fleshy mbrane of the wall.
Sotis it was a swarm of flying bat-like monsters...
Regardless of their form, no matter how bizarre their attack thods, the outco was always the sa.
Su Zhan did not stop.
It seed as if an invisible domain of death existed around him. Any enemy that entered this domain would have its existence stripped away in an instant.
In this manner, at a pace that seed slow but was actually extrely efficient, he cleared a bloody path toward the core through this massive, maze-like formation.
Wherever he passed, only deathly silence and emptiness remained.
Deep within the catacombs, alarms had long been silently raised. More guards and even more powerful entities were converging on the invader's location from all directions.
But for Su Zhan, it rely ant needing to wave his hand a few more tis.
Upon reaching a crossroads.
Su Zhan sensed that the passage ahead was winding and circuitous, with exceptionally strong energy interference.
He stopped.
His golden vertical pupils stared coldly at a section of the fleshy mbrane wall to one side.
Behind this wall, the core energy fluctuations he sensed seed sowhat clearer.
Let's try it...
Even though perception can't destroy it, we still have to try...
Su Zhan raised his right hand, covered in dark-red scales. The Fla of Destruction quietly gathered in his palm, compressed into a dark-red sphere only the size of a fist.
He gently pressed the sphere against that fleshy mbrane wall.
"Sss..."
The surface of the mbrane rapidly charred black.
Revealing the flesh layer beneath, covered in countless flickering runes.
Just as it broke through about half a ter deep.
A sudden change occurred.
The entire passage, and even the entire catacombs, seed to tremble slightly.
At the broken edge of the damaged mbrane, countless dense, blood-vessel-like energy channels suddenly lit up. A torrent of Mist energy surged from all directions, rapidly beginning to repair the damage.
Simultaneously, a powerful energy backlash, following the energy connection of the Fla of Destruction, slamd fiercely toward Su Zhan.
Su Zhan's brow furrowed slightly. He instantly severed the energy output, his figure retreating slightly to dissipate that backlash force.
That fleshy mbrane wall returned to its original state within two or three breaths.
"Hmph."
Su Zhan snorted coldly.
He confird that this living maze formation possessed extrely strong self-repair capabilities and energy backlash chanisms.
Relying solely on the Fla of Destruction to violently break through was absolutely not feasible.
It was inefficient and not worth the cost.
"Riiip...!"
A thick, dark-red fleshy mbrane wall to the side and rear suddenly emitted a muffled, tearing roar.
The living fleshy mbrane wall was forcibly torn open, creating a huge gap.
Shredded flesh and viscous fluid splattered everywhere. The torn cross-section of the wall twitched violently like a wounded beast, attempting to heal, but was hindered by a lingering, domineering force, making the healing speed extrely slow.
A deep blue figure stepped steadily through the breach.
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