The power of the array

"It doesn't matter what kind of Formation it is, as long as it can be used to fight the enemy," the scarred Martial Artist said triumphantly.

Meanwhile, the other demonic sect Martial Artists had their morale greatly boosted; they could see that the Qingfeng Sect seemed to have no solution for the Ten-Star Formation.

Just as the Qingfeng Sect Master was frowning in deep thought, an old man with white hair stepped forward and said:

"Sect Master, let me go up and test the depth of the Formation! They are about to reach the gate, and remaining in this stalemate is not a solution."

This white-haired old man was an Elder of the Qingfeng Sect, with the strength of the Martial King Realm.

However, because he was too old, his strength was not strong, and he had only been barely holding on during the fight with the demonic sect just now.

"This…" The Qingfeng Sect Master hesitated. The old man before him had helped him a great deal, having taught him as he grew up, and he truly did not want the other to take such a risk.

However, only by first testing out the weaknesses of the Formation could he devise a way to break it based on those flaws.

The situation was already imminent…

"If my old life can test out the flaw in the Formation, then even if I die, it will be a worthy death," the Elder laughed loudly and charged towards the Formation.

All the Disciples of the Qingfeng Sect gazed at the Elder; they all knew this Elder, and more or less, all of them had received kindness from him.

For a moment, their hearts clenched together.

The demonic sect Disciples were also watching nervously; the Formation looked very powerful, and they did not know how it would actually perform.

"Well come," the scarred Martial Artist laughed upon seeing the Elder charge over, and the speed at which the Formation operated increased even further.

Although the Elder's body was aged, his speed was not slow at all; he stepped on the bluestone slabs on the ground, and with every step, several cracks appeared on the slabs.

"Kill!" The Elder roared, his Aura boiling like the scorching sun of summer, carrying a heaven-shocking Aura.

"No!" The Qingfeng Sect Master cried out in agony; the Elder had used a Forbidden Art. His body was already aged and he did not have much time left, and now that he had used a Forbidden Art, even if they won the battle in the end, he would absolutely not survive.

At the same time, the Disciples of the Qingfeng Sect also knew what had happened, and for a moment, they were moved to tears.

As for the demonic sect Disciples, they were all watching the Elder nervously. The current Elder possessed astonishing strength, and they were afraid that he might be able to break the Formation.

The scarred man at the center of the Formation narrowed his gaze; gone was his previous nonchalance, and he watched the Elder with full concentration.

The Elder only felt his entire body filled with strength, as if he had returned to his younger years; he raised his long sword and thrust it violently at the Formation.

This sword strike made no sound; it was fast as lightning, flashing by in an instant.

"Ping." A light sound came, and the Formation shook once, then, under everyone's gaze, it immediately returned to its rotation.

And the Elder who had charged up, after delivering this blow, had his body dragged into the Formation.

Sizzling sounds rang out, flesh and blood flew, and the Elder disappeared; he had been ground away by the Formation.

"Ah!" The Qingfeng Sect Master screamed in agony, his eyes bloodshot.

The Qingfeng Sect Disciples all had wet eyes, and many Disciples who could not bear this result charged towards the Formation.

Sizzling sounds rang out continuously, but the charges of these Disciples had no effect on the Formation.

"Hahaha…" The scarred man laughed wildly; originally, he had been somewhat worried, but now he was completely unafraid.

Hearing the wild laughter of the scarred man, all the Elders of the Qingfeng Sect could not bear it; the Elder had been like a brother to them, closer than their own kin.

Now, he had died right before them, and the murderer was laughing wildly and triumphantly; how could they accept this fact?

"Kill them!" One by one, the Qingfeng Sect Elders, holding their weapons, charged up.