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Chapter 132: School Ranking: 890,000
In the next instant, space vibrated, and a massive Aura suddenly appeared on the Taichu Battlefield.
One in the Foundation Establishment Realm; two hundred thousand in the Qi Refining Realm; thirty thousand in the Martial Apprentice Realm; all other believers were Rank Five beings.
Boom—
The moment these believers descended simultaneously, a powerful sense of oppression permeated the entire Taichu Battlefield.
Compared to their first entry, the believers' strength had already improved by several levels.
In mid-air, Yang Er's consciousness slowly emerged, looking down upon the entire field.
"Deploy the Ten-Palace Yama Array!"
An order was issued.
Almost all believers moved at the same time.
Qi Refining Realm believers quickly occupied the main outer Formation positions. Martial Apprentice Realm believers filled in to stabilize the Formation.
Rank Five beings served as the basic foundation, spreading out densely.
And that sole Foundation Establishment Realm powerhouse took a step forward, landing directly on the Formation eye.
Ten-Palace Yama Array, activate.
A C-rank Array at the major achievement realm displayed power that had long surpassed the individual combat strength of these ten million believers.
Formation patterns emerged from the ground, interwoven in black and red, like a convergence of blood and Evil Qi.
From the inside out, layers overlapped. The Auras of the ten million believers were originally chaotic and complex. But at this moment, they seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand.
Condense. Compress. Gather.
A surging wave of Evil Qi soared into the sky, and between heaven and earth, a phantom seemed to appear.
It was a blurry and giant figure wearing a ceremonial crown. Its face was invisible, but even the mere appearance of its silhouette brought endless pressure.
Like a judge from the netherworld—the Shadow of Yama.
It stood above the Formation, looking down at the battlefield.
Countless Auras gathered beneath its feet, as if the entire military Formation had become its extension.
Yang Fan stood in mid-air, his gaze falling on the grand array below, and whispered to himself, "The Ten-Palace Yama Array truly lives up to being a C-rank Array; it's so strong."
"I just wonder how long it can last!" A spark of interest appeared in Yang Fan's eyes.
—
The battlefield vibrated.
The first wave of alien beings appeared.
Apes, wolf demons, tigers, prides of lions… densely packed, they surged from all directions like a flood.
With almost no pause, they crashed directly into the grand array.
But before they could truly make contact, a terrifying airwave erupted from the Formation, pushing out like an invisible giant wall.
The Rank One and Rank Two beings of the first wave were sent flying as a whole before they could even touch the edge of the Formation.
Flesh and blood filled the air, cleared out in an instant.
The second wave followed closely behind, mostly Rank Three and Rank Four beings, their numbers even exploding to fifty million.
Auras churned, covering the sky and earth.
"Yama's Suppressive Kill," Yang Er's voice rang out in mid-air.
The Formation shook, and black-red Qi suddenly pressed down like the heavens collapsing; large numbers of aliens were crushed directly, with even intact corpses hard to find.
The entire battlefield seemed to be slaughtered by a giant hand, clean and efficient.
The third and fourth waves descended one after another, their numbers constantly stacking, and the entire Taichu Battlefield was gradually dyed blood-red.
But the Ten-Palace Yama Array continued to operate stably, its Aura even growing stronger as it accumulated.
Qi Refining Realm aliens finally appeared, thousands of Auras erupting simultaneously, their momentum suddenly soaring.
Yang Er quickly ordered: "Open the Ten Palaces, Blood Hell's Luring Kill."
The Formation rings rotated, internal and external Auras instantly connecting, and an even more concentrated killing intent erupted from the array.
As soon as the Qi Refining Realm aliens touched the edge of the Formation, streaks of black-red blades slashed out from within.
"Yama's Soul Slash."
"Hell's Overwhelming Pressure."
"Yellow Springs' Descent."
Three commands were issued in succession, the Formation's killing intent stacking layer upon layer.
Thousands of Qi Refining Realm aliens were swiftly cut down without even having a chance to truly break through the Formation.
Twenty breaths, thirty breaths.
As time ticked by, Yang Fan's expression gradually became serious. "A quarter of an hour…"
Yang Fan hadn't expected that he could actually last this long now.
The first time he participated in the Taichu Battlefield, his believers hadn't even lasted ten breaths.
The battlefield vibrated again, and ten alien figures descended simultaneously—Foundation Establishment Realm.
Not only that, the total number of the alien army had already exceeded two hundred million, with over ten million in the Qi Refining Realm.
In terms of raw strength alone, the alien army had completely crushed Yang Fan's believers.
However, the Yama phantom in the sky became increasingly solid.
Its crown tassels hung low, its Aura somber, as if a true judgment had descended.
Yang Er's voice began to grow urgent: "Adjust Formation positions!"
"Activate—Ten-Palace Combined Kill!"
The Formation boomed and shook, the entire space seemingly being squeezed downward, and large numbers of aliens were crushed directly.
But as the Foundation Establishment Realm alien beings joined in, gaps appeared in the grand array.
"The flank gap is widening!"
"Position filling failed!"
"Reallocating nodes—"
Yang Er's commands began to show slight disorder.
Facing enemy forces pouring in from all directions simultaneously, the demand for calculation power skyrocketed, and he began to struggle to keep up with the rhythm.
"Activate—Ten Thousand Ghosts Spirit Devour! Ten-Palace Combined Kill! Blood Hell's Luring Kill! Yama's Soul Slash!"
The Formation constantly unleashed killing moves, but the loopholes were also widening bit by bit.
Yang Fan saw it all but did not speak.
He knew very well that if he were the one commanding a battlefield of this level, it would only be more chaotic.
Yang Er had already done very well; it was just that this wasn't his forte.
The core capability of an exploration-type high-level intelligent life was resource collection, not battlefield command.
—
Time continued to pass, reaching a quarter and a half hour.
Finally—the Formation base cracked.
Under continuous high-intensity operation, the Ten-Palace Yama Array completely collapsed.
The moment that massive Yama phantom shattered, countless alien beings poured in like a bursting flood, beginning to slaughter his believers.
"This assessment has ended:
Student: Yang Fan
Identity: Demigod
Divine Kingdom Talent: Tenfold Time Sequence
School Ranking: 890,000"
The intelligent prompt voice suddenly paused for a moment, as if forcibly interrupted by something.
Immediately after, a completely different voice rang out.
It was no longer a cold mechanical synthesis, but an elderly voice carrying real emotion.
"An S-rank talent, Tenfold Time Sequence freshman actually broke into the top one million in the school. Your development speed is not bad, congratulations!"
The voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to land directly in the depths of his consciousness.
Yang Fan's whole body shook slightly, his mind tensing up.
This was definitely not an intelligent life, but a powerful god.
This was the Taichu Battlefield, yet the other party could directly take over the permissions here; clearly, they were no ordinary god, but at least a high-level official of Taichu Academy.
Yang Fan did not dare to be negligent and bowed toward the void: "Junior Yang Fan greets Senior."
There was nothing around him, and he couldn't see a figure, yet he could clearly feel a gaze watching him.
"My surname is Gu, given name Yuan. I am a Board Member of Taichu Academy. You may call me—Old Gu."
"Greetings, Old Gu." Yang Fan's expression turned solemn.
Gu Yuan chuckled lightly, "According to the rules, for entering the top one million of the Taichu Battlefield, the rewards are issued by the intelligent life. I wouldn't normally show my face."
"But you, kid… are a bit special."
"With an S-rank talent of Tenfold Time Sequence, to have this kind of development speed. The intelligent life side has already labeled you as a 'Potential Peerless Prodigy'."
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