“Hmph! This ‘Four Symbols Deadly Formation’ can continuously gather spiritual energy, but unfortunately I can only unleash a quarter of its power. Otherwise, if all four symbols were activated together, wouldn’t I instantly kill those two old devils?” James Clark shook his head.

Inside the formation, Elder Grant was being relentlessly struck by massive wooden logs, leaving him gasping for breath. Already seriously injured, the constant battering from the giant logs was too much for even his mystical protective armor to withstand!

Thomas Mitchell watched as Elder Grant spat out another mouthful of blood and asked in panic, “Grand Elder, how are you holding up?”

Elder Grant, his face deathly pale and voice weak, replied, “This is a Chinese arcane technique. Once trapped inside, even the greatest abilities are useless. It seems we’re doomed to die here today. I can’t hold on much longer.”

Before he could finish speaking, another giant log slammed into the green protective light of his armor. Elder Grant finally lost his balance and collapsed to the ground.

“So that’s how it is! Then you’re useless now—go die!” Thomas Mitchell grinned viciously, suddenly drawing a foot-long, blood-red dagger as thin as a cicada’s wing from his waist and ruthlessly stabbed it into Elder Grant’s back.

Caught completely off guard, the Grand Elder was pierced through, staring fixedly at Thomas Mitchell: “Why?” His gaze suddenly fell on the long knife in Thomas Mitchell’s hand, and a look of realization appeared on his face. “So the ‘Sacred Blade’ is in the hands of your Nine Chrysanthemum Sect.”

“That’s right, it is the ‘Sacred Blade’! Fortunately, Grand Elder, you mastered the Heavenly Shikigami. Once the Sacred Blade absorbs the shikigami within you, the seal will be broken! Hahaha! How could this strange formation possibly hold me now?” Thomas Mitchell laughed maniacally. With a flick of his wrist, he twisted the blade—shh! shh!—blood-red light burst from the blade, instantly engulfing both Elder Grant and Thomas Mitchell. When the massive green logs struck that blood light, it was as if they had sunk into the sea—there wasn’t even a sound.

The sudden turn of events shocked even Henry Parker and James Clark watching from outside the formation. Especially when James Clark saw Thomas Mitchell draw that blood-red dagger, his sharp eyes caught sight of the double-headed wolf on the hilt, and he jumped up in astonishment: “Heavenly Net Blood-transforming Divine Blade! How is this possible? How could it be in the hands of the enemy! This is bad!”

Seeing James Clark so shocked, Henry Parker realized something had changed. “Master, what is this Heavenly Net Blood-transforming Divine Blade?”

“No time for talk—guard me with all your strength! We absolutely cannot let him break out of the formation, or we’re both finished!” James Clark was anxious, rapidly changing hand seals. “Heaven and earth without limit, Supreme Ultimate Formation!”

Six jade tokens flew above the Four Symbols Deadly Formation, spinning rapidly. Streams of mysterious light flowed from the tokens, forming a massive Taiji (Yin-Yang) diagram. Beams of crimson light converged from all directions. The originally jet-black jade tokens now glowed red-hot, as if about to melt. Hiss! The Taiji diagram, having absorbed enough Southern Bright Li Fire essence, shot out a fire beam as thick as a barrel, burning toward the blurry figure of Thomas Mitchell shrouded in blood light within the formation.

Henry Parker knew this Supreme Ultimate Li Fire Formation was James Clark’s specialty, but when he saw the Taiji diagram above the Four Symbols Deadly Formation was ten times larger than usual, and the fire pillar in the center faintly glimmered with gold, he was stunned: “So this is my master’s true power—this guy!!! He never shows off at all!”

“Awooo!” Thomas Mitchell inside the formation let out a howl that was utterly inhuman. A wave of blood light, thick with the stench of death, shot out from the Heavenly Net Blood-transforming Divine Blade, now five times larger than before, and struck the azure dragon formed from the Yi Wood spiritual energy within the Four Symbols Deadly Formation. The dragon, dozens of yards long, let out a pained roar before being blasted to pieces by the blood light, dissolving into wisps of blue energy that vanished into the air.

Thomas Mitchell brandished his long blade, laughing wildly: “Chinese fools! Now you’ll see the power of the Sacred Blade! Hahaha, I’ll tear you both to pieces!”

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! The sound rang out nonstop. When the azure dragon formed from Yi Wood spiritual energy was shredded by the blood light, the remaining blood light continued, tearing even the Four Symbols talismans hastily drawn by James Clark to shreds, and collided head-on with the Southern Bright Li Fire unleashed by James Clark’s Supreme Ultimate Li Fire Formation. Countless palm-sized yellow talisman papers fluttered through the air, only to be burned to blue smoke by the fire and carried away by the wind.

Amazingly, the blood light was evenly matched with the fire pillar. At this moment, Thomas Mitchell’s eyes were bloodshot, both hands gripping the nearly man-length blade tightly. Especially on the hilt, the massive double-headed wolf carving’s four eyes glowed a ghastly green, giving the impression of falling into the eighteenth level of hell.

Henry Parker was dumbfounded. Thomas Mitchell, seeing James Clark controlling the fire pillar in a fierce struggle with the blood light, let out a vicious sneer, gathered all his strength, and slashed through the air at James Clark. Crash! An even thicker beam of blood light struck the fire pillar, merging with the previous blood light, gradually pressing the fire pillar downward.