Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1621 - 436: Fleecing Yang, Jiu Nian Emerging from the Canyon

The scene within the Big Array is constantly changing.Devil Qi surges, and even the array flags begin to show some patterns never seen before.

Yang's eyes shine brightly, countless chains around him sway, and Curse Qi and Evil Qi surge.

These chains, exuding a heavy curse aura, pierce into the Black Scale like tentacles.

The patterns and aura on the array flags and bases continue to change along with it.

The divine aura and power on the scale are continuously fading.

Even the previously shattered scale is suspended in mid-air, continuously breaking, turning into dust, merging into the big array.

At a glance, it looks like a sinister villain Dao Cultivator is conducting a forbidden experiment.

Sensing Yu Ziqing's arrival, Yang's somewhat deformed form slowly returns to normal.

"Just received news, Jiu Nian has appeared over at the Abyss Rift Valley."

"Hmm?" Yang's brows furrowed.

"How's it going on your end?"

"Almost there, but it's far from enough."

"Enough or not, we must go back. We absolutely can't let Jiu Nian come out of the Abyss Rift Valley."

"What happened?"

"Earlier, I learned some things from the people at the Immovable Immortal Dynasty; they know more than we do.

The situation now is if Jiu Nian comes out unnoticed,

he might infiltrate the Four Divine Dynasties here.

No real fighting needed; he can leave a hidden danger."

"No need to wait here any longer, let's go, head back first."

Upon hearing this, Yang waved his sleeve, and the entire big array began collapsing.

Everything continuously shrank, falling into Yang's hands.

The miniature big array sank into Yang's body and disappeared.

"There's a lot going on, can't be explained in a short time, let's head back first."

"Alright."

With a wave of Yang's hand, Yu Ziqing felt a peculiar spatial fluctuation appearing around his body. Looking around, everything was growing larger.

Yet he himself did not feel compressed.

Yang had subtly controlled the space around him, compressing it without affecting him.

Yu Ziqing, having long admired this Divine Skill, planned to continue reading and learning upon returning.

Yang gathered Yu Ziqing and transformed into micro-dust.

Everything around started to distort, as if everything ahead was actively rushing towards them.

In an instant, they instantly vanished dozens of miles away.

Here and there, appearing like micro-dust, occasionally visible under the Great Sun.

Yang took him flying all the way, seeming slow but actually far faster than any Flying Escape.

All the way to the Abyssal Rift, where a large number of cannon fodder devils continuously surged out.

The devils were of bizarre shapes, crowded together like stacked zombies crawling out of a cage.

In the distance, the people of the Immovable Immortal Dynasty were constantly shrinking their encirclement.

Yang circled around, turned into micro-dust, hiding under the thick Devil Qi, gliding across the ground, weaving between devils.

Entering the Abyssal Rift, numerous devils fell constantly on its edge.

The blood and flesh power of these devils, everything sacrifices, allowing the Abyssal Rift to slowly expand.

Remembering what he saw here, Yang led Yu Ziqing slyly into the Abyss, then rushed all the way back to the Abyss Rift Valley.

Upon reaching there, they saw a massive number of devils pouring towards the Abyss Rift Valley like a tide, behind them, several Great Devils were advancing alongside the devil army.

Seeing this scene, Yu Ziqing and Yang's faces immediately turned grim.

Penetrating deep into the Abyss Rift Valley, on the way back, they inspected carefully and confirmed that it was mostly low-level devil cannon fodder at the forefront, with many hungry ghosts battling inside the canyon against the devils.

The devils hadn't broken through, so they finally sighed in relief.

The hungry ghosts were organized, retreating when enemies were many, advancing when fewer, repeatedly maneuvering.

Many hungry ghosts efficiently dismantled the devil corpses accumulating in the center of the Abyss Rift Valley, categorizing and disassembling them for materials.

Yu Ziqing's heart settled back into place.

With advance preparation and rehearsal, while often troublesome, proved effective when needed, preventing chaos.

His presence or not, things here were well-handled.

Without Jiu Nian, he wouldn't have to return, these devils couldn't create major troubles.

As for the numerous Great Devils, they weren't much of a problem either.

In terms of top-tier strength, even Dali alone could crush them.

Back to the real world, at first glance, a giant black pot hung at the cliff's edge.

Something unknown was stewing inside, its aroma extremely rich, the hungry ghost cook was serving soup as supply for the frontline hungry ghosts.

The injured or exhausted would be bouncing around after a bowl of the thick soup.

They even saw a hungry ghost, separated into upper and lower halves, carried over, its body healing gradually after two bowls of thick soup.

The ghost cook stirred the black pot with a giant ladle, three enormous skulls vaguely surfaced from the pot.

"Tsk, these giant shark-headed ghosts seem fated with you guys, another one boiled, aren't they sick of it?"