Chapter 248: The Great Hall

Someone is attacking the Fog Sea formation on a massive scale!

Wang Yu understood what was happening almost immediately.

In this secret realm, the only ones capable of gathering so many people were, nine times out of ten, the demonic cultivators.

But he could not afford to care about that now.

Because not long ago, groups of spider demon beasts had emerged from the ground and the white fog. They were of various forms, almost all of them ranked beasts, forcing him to return to the surface and engage in several consecutive fierce battles.

At this moment, Wang Yu took a deep look at the huge, faintly visible light flames in the distance, held the white formation disk in one hand, and turned around, striding toward the depths of the white fog in another direction.

But before he had walked even a hundred meters, the ground nearby trembled, and huge spiders emerged from the soil once again.

These spiders were a size larger than the previous ones, each covered in a thick black carapace with long fangs in their mouths. As soon as they appeared, they pounced over, accompanied by waves of fishy stench.

Seeing this, Wang Yu had no choice but to stop. He flipped his palm, and the 'Wind Fire Chant' magic tool immediately appeared. He just pointed it slightly at these giant spiders.

"Chi chi" sounds erupted, and a dozen red rays shot out in succession.

"Boom—"

Clusters of fireballs exploded where the spiders were, turning into rolling flames that swept outward, engulfing all the demon beasts. A smell of roasted meat wafted out.

But before Wang Yu could put away his magic tool, "shua shua" movements came from the fog sea on both sides. One after another, spider demon beasts surged out, and there was no telling how many there were.

Wang Yu's expression changed drastically. He moved his feet, and his body shot toward the fog sea on the other side like a crossbow bolt. Wherever he passed, the white fog retreated and gave way.

The numerous spider demon beasts nearby chased after him in a swarm.

……

Looking down from high above the temple ruins, rows of colorful demonic flying boats were traveling at low altitude from all directions toward the center of the fog sea.

From time to time, groups of large and small spider demon beasts would pounce out of the fog sea. Some spat flames, some spat cold air, and others had wings on their backs, all crazily attacking these flying boats.

On these flying boats, figures flickered, and various magic tools and spells flew out, quickly killing the spider demon beasts in the surroundings. Most of them soon gained the upper hand, slaughtering the nearby spiders clean.

Then, several demonic cultivators would fly down from these boats and, on the nearby ground, use colorful lacquer powder to draw formation patterns, burying spirit stones and formation disks and flags into them.

In a hidden corner of the fog sea, a dozen huge black bone boats were lined up. On their decks, various colored formation patterns appeared, and the formations were filled with Black Soul Sect disciples wearing black robes.

These disciples each pinched incantations with one hand, chanting words, and poured their entire cultivation base into the formations.

In the void in front of the bone boats, clusters of various colored light orbs, each a zhang in size, appeared. Like giant cannonballs, they were ejected one after another, landing in fixed positions in the nearby fog sea.

Following this, various giant light flames exploded in the fog sea, and the earth-shattering roars continued one after another, causing the white fog in that part of the sea to roll and churn constantly. Faintly visible were giant colorful runes appearing and shattering, only to immediately regenerate and condense, as if they were living things.

High above these black bone boats, a giant four-armed white bone skeleton, several zhang tall, was sitting on a huge bone throne entangled by black fog. In its eye sockets, light flames could be seen flickering incessantly.

Beside the bone throne, a middle-aged man as thin as a stick seemed to have received some news from the communication disk in his hand. He immediately reported respectfully to the giant white bone skeleton:

"Ancestor, the time is almost up. It is time for you to make your move."

The giant white bone skeleton hummed, stood up from the bone throne, and its four white, ghastly arms just flickered toward the surrounding void. A blade, a hammer, a shield, and a banner appeared in its hands. Then, its figure moved, and it slowly floated toward the fog sea in front.

……

Ximen Mei stood quietly in front of the gate of a dilapidated ancient temple, looking at the tightly closed black gate, her expression somewhat uncertain.

Hanging above the ancient temple gate was a tattered plaque, on which the three characters "Jialan Temple" could still be faintly discerned.

"Girl, be careful. The demonic Qi here is very heavy. If there are demon beasts, I'm afraid they are not simple." A golden miniature toad perched on Ximen Mei's shoulder suddenly issued a thin warning.

"A temple in a temple, of course it's not simple. Furthermore, the name of this temple even carries the two characters 'Jialan'. But since I have arrived here, naturally there is no reason to retreat." Ximen Mei's mouth moved slightly as she replied via voice transmission. Then, the small cyan banner in her hand shook lightly, and her figure was immediately wrapped in a ball of cyan light. She floated up slowly and flew silently over the top of the gate.

But as soon as her figure floated past the temple gate, she suddenly felt the surrounding air tighten, and her body became incomparably heavy, instantly plummeting toward the ground below.

Almost at the same time, the golden toad's hurried warning came to her ears: "Careful, a flight-prohibition restriction has been placed here."

As soon as the words fell, Ximen Mei's feet had already landed heavily on the ground inside the temple.

"Ka cha," a few crisp cracking sounds came from under her feet.

Ximen Mei was startled. Looking down, she discovered that the ground nearby was covered in white bone fragments. Judging by their shapes, there were human bones as well as some strange-looking beast bones.

However, closest to the temple gate, there were several fresh skeletons wrapped in remnants of clothing, with some blurred flesh and blood remaining, and a faint foul odor wafted out.

Ximen Mei almost vomited in disgust. She immediately held her breath, pinched an incantation with one hand, and waved the small cyan banner in her hand repeatedly. Only after isolating the strange aura nearby did she let out a few long breaths, her complexion recovering somewhat.

"Girl, that corpse seems to be your fellow disciple from Xuanwu Mountain?" The golden miniature toad's thin voice transmission came again.

"Where?"

Ximen Mei was stunned upon hearing this. She couldn't help but look toward those fresh skeletons and indeed discovered that the remaining clothing on one of the skeletons was imprinted with the Xuanwu Mountain mark.

She couldn't help but gasp, hurriedly raising her head to look in all directions, only to discover that she was standing in an empty square.

The ground was covered with various bone fragments. On the other side of the square, directly facing the temple gate, stood a gray stone-walled hall. Its style was ancient and peculiar, but faint black mist permeated the hall, making everything inside appear blurred and unclear.

"Why does this place look somewhat familiar? This is..."

Ximen Mei looked at the hall in front of her, her face showing suspicion, but the next moment, a flash of inspiration struck her mind, and she couldn't help but blurt out:

"Is this the temple hall from the last two reliefs in the underground?"

As soon as the words fell, the black mist in the hall suddenly came to life and surged outward crazily. Then, a few light footsteps sounded, and a blurred black figure walked out from the black mist of the hall. ===== CHAPTER 249 =====