The wind whispers, the sky above the barren wooden reef is tense with drawn swords.

  The murderous aura of the Wufeng Zei across from him was palpable, and Zuo Mo inwardly sighed. Having just killed five people, he hadn't caused his opponent to feel any fear, but instead had stirred up their ferocity.

  However, he soon threw these thoughts behind his mind, because the opponent's formation was pressing upwards in an orderly manner.

  There is no doubt that the next war will be even more brutal and intense.

  Zuo Mo felt his pressure suddenly increase and he couldn't care about hiding anymore. He raised his hand and a beam of light shot out downwards.

  Heavenly Ring Moon Whistle Formation!

  A bright moon slowly rises, hanging low in the sky. Countless fine threads hang down from the bright moon, covering the entire desolate wooden reef. The threads are adorned with large and small glowing rings, like wind chimes.

  This round moon is now tinged with a layer of orange-red, emitting a faint orange-red glow, carrying a hint of warmth, no longer as cool and smooth as before.

  Zuo Mo sighed in his heart, just a little bit short, the Mantra Ring would be completed. The completed Mantra Ring would definitely increase its power greatly. Unfortunately, it was just a little bit short, but this little bit short made the Mantra Ring's power one grade lower.

  The current situation does not allow him to continue tempering, and the other side still has more than sixty people left.

  Sixty cultivators, including five in the Condensation stage, brought him pressure that was beyond compare.

  The only thing that can be compared to the current situation is probably the Sword Intent Grand Array. A grand array created by five Golden Dan cultivators, naturally not trivial, but in the Sword Intent Grand Array, he knew his life was safe.

  In terms of momentum, these guys in front of him are no match for the Sword Intention Array. But this group of ruthless killers will really take his life!

  "What's a good way?" Zuo Mo asked Pu Yao.

  "Kill!" Pu Yao was concise and efficient, his bloody pupils gleaming with a fierce light.

  At this time, Zuo Mo felt that this guy had some of the demeanor of a heavenly demon, but although his words were full of momentum, they actually didn't have any constructive meaning.

  "How to kill?" Zuo Mo felt that he was an idiot for asking Pu Yao this idiot, but he still couldn't help asking.

  Am I nervous?

  As expected, Pu Yao looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot: "Of course, one by one."

  He really wanted to ask: "How can you kill one by one?" However, he still endured it, as he really disliked the gaze of the evil spirit.

  Pao Yu thought for a moment and suddenly said: "If you can kill them all within an hour, I'll teach you the 'Small Thousand Leaf Hand' technique."

  One time... kill them all...

  "This time you're really looking at me with a foolish gaze, aren't you? You think I'm an idiot? One hour, do you think it's easy to kill them? They are..."

  "You just say yes or no?" The gourd demon said lazily, with no trace of the fierce killing intent on his face from earlier.

  "Cheers!" As soon as he said it, Zuo Mo felt like a total idiot.

  Within an hour, wipe out all those dark and oppressive things in the sky...

  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

  Sixty-seven people, five coagulated pulses, sixty-two bases built, oneself... building a base...

  Alright, with Pu's teasing, Zuo Mo's last bit of tension dissipated.

  For some reason, he felt that he was actually looking forward to it, and was somewhat excited. It seemed as if he was eagerly anticipating the upcoming battle, his body was burning with heat, his spiritual energy was exceptionally lively, and wouldn't it be because of being with this perverted Pú Yāo for too long, that he himself had also become a bit perverted...

  The moonlit halo enveloped the entire Araki Reef, with Luffy's figure visible within it, sometimes hidden and sometimes revealed.

  Zou Han's eyes were cold and filled with hatred, his killing intent was overwhelming, but he forced himself to hold back, waiting for the boss's command. The Wufeng bandits had been able to roam free for so long because of their excellent tactical skills, which were their most important guarantee. Although he was the second-in-command in the group and although he had deep-seated hatred in his heart, he still endured it.

  Zhang Hao's pupils contracted into a slit, and a streak of blood shot out from the gap between his eyes, fierce and brutal.

  At this time, he had already thrown away all other distracting thoughts. No matter how many concerns he had in his heart, once he decided to fight, there was only one thought left in his mind: Kill them all!

  "Kill!" It burst forth from his throat like a low growl of a wild beast.

  "Kill! Kill! Kill!" The eyes of the others were all bloodshot, leaving only the purest killing intent.

  Sixty-seven people suddenly split into several parts, like several fine streams, from all directions, towards the Huangmu Reef.

  Only sixty-seven people, yet they exude a brutal and savage aura that makes one's heart tremble with fear.

  Fu Feng's eyes lit up as he witnessed this scene, and he praised: "I previously thought that Wu Feng Ze was just a name, but now it seems that his reputation is not undeserved! This momentum is something that even the recently flourishing Wú Kōng Sword Sect rarely sees."

  A cultivator couldn't help but say, "Wu Feng Ze was defeated by Wu Kong Sword Sect last time." The cultivators who followed Fu Feng for a period of time knew that he wouldn't be dissatisfied because of differing opinions, so they dared to speak up.

  Fu Feng smiled and shook his head, "It's not the same. Wu Kong Jian Men is strong because of its masters, while Wu Feng Zei is strong as a whole. The power of the collective cannot replace that of a master, nor can the power of a master replace that of the collective. In small-scale conflicts, the role of a master stands out. But if it's a battle involving tens of thousands of people, the role of a master isn't that significant."

  "How can there be a battle of tens of thousands of people?" The cultivator said discontentedly.

  "There is no now, it doesn't mean there won't be in the future." Fu Feng said with profound meaning.

  Sixty-seven cultivators made their move at the same time, and their momentum was astonishing!

  A vast expanse of light flashed and fluttered, flying swords and treasures danced everywhere.

  Zhang Hao's strategy was simple, using brute force to break through! A head-on attack would normally be a taboo. But the current situation was special, as only Zuo Mo could form resistance on the opposing side. No matter how formidable Zuo Mo was, facing the attacks of sixty-seven cultivators would still leave him struggling to cope.

  The island is densely covered with talismans, and if you get trapped in them, it will give Zuo Mo an opportunity to counterattack. It's better to simply use brute force to destroy the talisman array from its roots, losing their greatest reliance, Zuo Mo would be a sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

  Zuo Mo is now feeling extremely terrible.

  Damn it!

  These guys throw everything at him!

  Sixty-seven cultivators struck out at the same time, crazily bombarding downwards with complete disregard for their spiritual energy, as if they wanted to flatten the entire Aridwood Reef before they would be satisfied.

  Moreover, these people are very cunning and only bombarded Araki Reef from a distance without getting close at all.

  Watching the flying sword technique above his head like a rainstorm, Zuo Mo suddenly became ruthless. Alright, let's see how much spiritual energy you have to squander!

  The empty flag in his hand was inserted into the ground with a heavy sound, and the sword edge that wandered around him quietly dispersed into the Tian Huan Yue Ming array.

  Zuo Mo jumped up from the ground and started shuttling back and forth on the barren island. He was like a firefighter, constantly patrolling the formation.

  The Tian Huan Yue Ming formation laid down by him was unprecedented in scale, with as many as two hundred and sixteen sub-arrays. With the recent constant repairs to plug the loopholes, although it couldn't be said to be impregnable, it still managed to withstand the crazy bombardment of the Wufeng Zei.

  He knew that as long as he could get through his opponent's this round, the initiative and passive situation between the two sides would be immediately reversed.

  Sixty-seven cultivators, after all, not all of them were powerful attack-type cultivators. For example, Zou Han, the Hundred Poison Fan in his hand could release various poisonous attacks, extremely insidious and sinister, but in such a head-on battle, it was unable to play any role.

  The truly threatening ones are powerful cultivators like Zhang Hao.

  Zhang Hao's flying sword is extremely unique, with a broad blade resembling a shovel or axe, following the path of the "Gang Meng" number, enveloped in a layer of red light. Each strike is like an axe splitting open a mountain, its momentum like a thousand pounds!

  Among all cultivators, Zhang Hao posed the greatest threat to Zuo Mo. Every single move he made made Zuo Mo's heart skip a beat.

  The fine threads of the Tian Huan Yue Ming formation, as thin as hair, were always struck and fluttered wildly, causing the light ring above to tinkle and chime.

  The sound of Mantra has been tempered for so long, with a strong masculine fire. The previous ringtone was clear and transparent, now the ringtone is majestic and violent, even in the echo, it seems to have added a sense of scorching heat.

  Zuo Mo was relatively calm, especially after several heart-pounding moments, and found that the Tian Yuan Moon Sound Array was intact. It wasn't until then that he remembered during the Sword Test Conference, the Tian Yuan Moon Sound Array of the 72 Child Array had withstood severe testing, and at that time, there were more condensed pulse cultivators entering the array than this time.

  Thinking that you can destroy the 216 child arrays of Tian Huan Yue Ming Array with such a hard-hitting attack is wishful thinking.

  He knew that the other side would soon realize this.

  It was then that the battle truly began.

  Zuo Mo raised his head and took a glance at the sky, through the thin threads of silk, he could even see the crazed and ferocious expression on the enemy's face.

  He lowered his head, and his eyes also became somewhat cold.

  He began to take out pieces of the formation disc from his ring, occasionally throwing them into various large formations. With the cover of the Heavenly Ring Moon Whistle Formation, he quietly threw down piece after piece of the formation disc.

  At this time he didn't have a single thought of holding back, the ring's array disc flew out of his hand like it was worthless.

  He wants to turn Araki Reef into a hunting ground, a hunting ground full of traps!

  Gongsun Zhi and his group hid in the lava cave, which was also the safest place on Huangmu Jiao. The cave went deep into the ground, surrounded by countless arrays of symbols left behind by Luomu, making it a forbidden land within a forbidden land.

  Upon hearing the faint ringing sound outside, everyone in the cave had a look of worry on their faces.

  "What a pity we can't help!"

  This sentence made many people involuntarily clench their fists, they were all cultivators of the production path, but after all, they were young people, and it was the age when their blood was vigorous. Moreover, they also knew that if this group of people broke through the grand formation, what fate awaited them.

  This gang of bandits needs people who can fight; these weak and feeble producers will be the first to be killed.

  Gongsun Zhi was the calmest among everyone, lying on the ground, saying indifferently: "Don't worry about Left Family's formation, they think it's easy to break through? Moreover, I feel that Left Family is more formidable than before. Has everyone forgotten that Azure Spike Crocodile?"

  As soon as these words came out, everyone's spirit was lifted!

  They thought of Zuo Shi Xiong and Qing Nian's consecutive fierce collisions, and a surge of confidence suddenly rose up. Their frightened hearts also calmed down with it!

  In the sky, the attack is slowing down.

  Zuo Moyang raised his head and took a glance, then lowered it again, continuing to lay out the cloth.

  A preposterous idea suddenly popped into his mind.

  One time, time is not much...