Chapter 490: Chapter 183: A Madman, A Psychopath to the Extreme (6k)_2
Lei Wuji’s entire body surged with lightning, the Thunder Sword in his hand pointed directly at Sikong Yan, and the killing intent in his eyes was sharp like a blade.
"Sikong Yan, stabbing in the back, wait till I get out of here, then we’ll settle this properly!"
Immortal Xuan You’s beautiful face was icy cold, she remained silent, her gaze was as frigid as frost, staring intently at the huge face in the sky.
She and the Cangyan Daoist Palace had long reached a point of irreconcilable conflict.
Facing the crowd’s curses, Sikong Yan’s smile grew even wider, but he didn’t argue.
Instead, he leisurely said, "Everyone, next I will open ten openings, but at the same time, there are only ten breaths’ worth of time. How many can escape, it will depend on your own fate."
As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of all those in despair lit up instantly.
As for those from the smaller sects that had survived, they were practically on the verge of kneeling in gratitude.
Sikong Yan seemed to greatly enjoy the instant change in everyone’s expressions, he paused for a moment, then continued speaking slowly.
"After all, Canglan Mountain is too bloody now, I really don’t want to look at it. Moreover, with so many corpses piling up, it’s bound to stink to high heavens and may even bring us a plague. Just thinking about it is worrisome."
Following that, his tone shifted, and his smile turned ice-cold: "So, after ten breaths, I will detonate everything, including the entire Canglan Mountain."
"So, after ten breaths, I will detonate everything, including the entire Canglan Mountain."
Everyone’s faces changed dramatically on the spot.
Especially Cao Zhengyang and others, knowing that this guy was not joking, and was unpredictable.
Over the years, they seemed to never have truly understood this madman.
Just like now, even though the situation greatly favored the Cangyan Daoist Palace, he insisted on ending it in such an extreme way.
It could even be said to be letting the tiger return to the mountain, directly offending the four sects.
Was it psychological distortion, or did he have other ulterior motives?
Immediately after, Sikong Yan’s gigantic face looked towards the exit, where Zhou Qing was frantically trying to stop the array from repairing itself, and said, "Zhou Qing, the ten openings do not include you, so I will close it first."
The next moment, Zhou Qing and the others were horrified to see that the exit they had exhausted all their efforts to maintain was closing at an unprecedented speed.
No matter how much spiritual power they poured in, it was useless. In just a blink of an eye, the tear closed up.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing had to stop hastily, his face extremely unpleasant.
At this moment, he felt that Sikong Yan was so unfathomable, it was terrifying.
That is to say, from the moment this opening was created, as the controller of the Four-Color Restriction, he should have sensed it immediately.
Even closing it was easy.
But he did not do that, instead allowing the people from the Taiqing Sect to escape.
At this moment, the tens of thousands of disciples from the four major sects, including various Sect Leaders and Supreme Elders, were like fish on a chopping block.
As long as he had the thought, he could detonate it all, and everything would end.
No one would share the Nine Nether Lotus Seed with him, and no one would threaten his position.
Yet he still wanted to open ten openings, giving everyone a chance, such behavior was truly incomprehensible.
What exactly does he want to do?
Just as the escaping disciples were anxiously discussing, ten huge cracks indeed appeared in the scarlet barrier.
In an instant, countless people scrambled to escape, the scene instantly plunged into chaos.
Cries and screams filled the air, everyone was desperately trying to grasp this fleeting lifeline.
Accompanied by a taunting countdown, it weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu’s faces changed, almost simultaneously they flew towards the barrier, shouting anxiously towards the inside: "Master—"
The next moment, Mo Xingjian and others appeared instantly.
Following closely behind, Cao Zhengyang shouted loudly: "All disciples, retreat quickly—"
Mo Xingjian grabbed Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu, immediately turning and sprinting away from the barrier.
At this moment, the surrounding crowd surged like a tide, all frantically fleeing outside the barrier.
"Seven, six, five..." the countdown continued, each number like a death knell, urging everyone to accelerate.
As Zhou Qing and others reached a safe zone and turned back, they saw countless people rushing out from different exits like locusts.
Watching this scene, for some reason, Zhou Qing felt a wave of sadness wash over him.
"Four, three, two..." the countdown entered its final crucial moments, those outside the barrier were desperately running, while those still inside had faces full of despair.
"One!"
With the final countdown falling, the ten huge cracks instantly disappeared, many who were just halfway through were suddenly cut off.
Their faces, which had been filled with the joy of impending escape, turned rigid, and then they fell.
First came a deathly silence, followed by an intense burst of spiritual power from within the barrier, like a raging tsunami sweeping in all directions.
Everyone only felt a massive force crash into them, sending them flying.
When they scrambled up in horror, they saw that the Canglan Mountain, originally shrouded by the Demon-Sealing and Killing Array, seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, collapsing and then exploding with a bang.