Chapter 115: The Appearance of the Gu Spirit

Yao Gang watched Lu Ming approaching. Though shocked by his strength, he showed no fear.

If they had met outside, the outcome between them might have been uncertain—who would live, who would die. But here, Yao Gang held an absolute advantage.

This valley concealed a grand formation. Once activated, no one could escape its deadly power except members of the Witch Gu Sect. Moreover, the sect had the presence of the revered Gu God, utterly invincible. No one could stand against the Gu God. Here, regardless of how powerful any opponent might be, Yao Gang felt no fear.

At that moment, Miao E came forward, his voice dripping with malice.

“Young man, you are indeed strong. I might even concede that you are the strongest of your generation. But here, there are forces beyond your imagination. Do you think this world consists only of warriors?”

Lu Ming stopped, intrigued. “Is that not so?”

“Hahaha!” Miao E’s laughter echoed through the valley like a fiend’s.

“There exist many unknown entities in this world, beings of immense power. Before them, you are weaker than an ant, ignorant youth. Prepare to meet your end.”

Miao E clasped his hands before his chest, chanting softly.

In moments, a thick mist engulfed the entire valley.

Seeing this, Lu Ming extended his hand backward, conjuring a circular barrier that enclosed Zhao Bing, Wang Zeyan, and the others within.

Out of the mist surged countless fierce ghosts wielding swords and knives, lunging at Lu Ming. Green poison gas rose from the ground, mingling with the mist.

These vengeful spirits shrieked and swung their weapons wildly. Leading them was a general-like specter mounted on a skeletal horse, commanding a charge.

Clad in tattered armor as if ancient soldiers from a former life, they advanced with strict discipline and ruthless intent.

Miao E stood amidst the mist, grinning triumphantly at the chaos.

This grand formation was a legacy of the Witch Gu Sect.

Legend told that many years ago, one of the sect’s masters had performed a great ritual on a battlefield ruin, binding over ten thousand souls of fallen warriors into a magical artifact, bringing it back to the sect to forge this protective array.

The souls, constantly refined and infused with dark energy, grew increasingly malevolent and powerful.

Ordinary people trapped within the formation would be overwhelmed by its sinister aura, losing their minds. Struck by these souls, their bodies would rapidly decay and die, ultimately becoming part of the formation themselves—a terrifying fate.

With tens of thousands of souls enmeshed in the array, Miao E doubted that any young man could withstand such an onslaught.

Yet, Lu Ming frowned at the scene and suddenly leapt high into the air.

With a mighty shout, he expelled a torrent of blazing flames that instantly swept through the valley, engulfing everything in fire.

Dragonfire!

Under Lu Ming’s dragonfire, the mist and poison gas were quickly consumed. Buildings, livestock, and all within the valley erupted in flames. The inferno soared skyward, tongues of fire licking the heavens as if heralding the apocalypse.

Within moments, the entire valley was burned clean—houses and countless Witch Gu disciples reduced to ashes.

Then, a clear, resonant voice echoed from above.

“Thank you, sir, for rescuing us from suffering.”

Soon, a chorus of voices followed, roaring like mountains and seas.

“Thank you, sir, for saving us from torment.”

Lu Ming spoke gravely, “Go in peace now. From this moment on, you are free from suffering forever.”

He saw that these souls had been forcibly bound here, enslaved and unable to escape.

His dragonfire shattered the formation, freeing the souls. Though they dissipated into smoke and ash with the array’s destruction, they were finally liberated from their torment.

Miao E’s face paled—he had never imagined that this man could break through the Witch Gu Sect’s grand formation with such overwhelming power.

The flames slowly retreated back into Lu Ming’s body. Wang Zeyan and the others stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, awestruck as if a god had descended upon them.

Suddenly, Miao E dashed toward the edge of the pond, while Zhao Bing, though equally shocked, remained vigilant.

Seeing Miao E approach, Zhao Bing hurriedly pulled Wang Zeyan and the others aside, scrambling to safety.

Fortunately, Miao E’s target was not them.

At the pond’s edge, Miao E drew a black dagger from somewhere, muttering incantations.

“Great Gu God, your loyal subjects have been slaughtered. Please save us.”

Then, with brutal force, he slashed his own chest. Blood spurted into the pond.

The wound was deep and savage, ripping open his chest to reveal his ribs beneath.

Wang Zeyan and Lele screamed in horror—how could anyone inflict such cruelty upon themselves? They could not bear the sight.

Suddenly, the pond’s surface boiled violently, as if water had reached a rolling boil.

From the churning waters emerged a massive creature.

A colossal centipede, dozens of meters long, raised its upper body above the surface. Its two eyes, the size of light bulbs, glowed a faint red as they fixed their gaze on the valley’s inhabitants.

Its exposed body alone stretched over twenty meters, with the submerged length unknown.

Its jet-black carapace was segmented like steel plates, and rows of enormous legs resembled sharpened blades, radiating a chilling aura.

Lele and Yaoyao’s eyes rolled back, and they fainted instantly.

Wang Zeyan and Liu Shaokun both screamed in terror, wetting themselves simultaneously.

Zhao Bing gritted his teeth, trembling in place but still standing firm.

The bound men and women huddled together, shrieking and burying their heads deeply.

“Gu God, this man has slaughtered many of your faithful servants. Kill him, make him your sacrifice, and avenge your followers,” Miao E said weakly, pointing at Lu Ming.

The giant centipede lunged fiercely at Lu Ming, halting just a meter away, emitting sizzling snarls as it glared.

“You brat, prepare to die. None survive before the Gu God.”

Miao E screamed madly, his heart burning with hatred for Lu Ming. Summoning the Gu God had come at a great cost.

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