The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine
Chapter 1290 - Chapter 1290 Chapter 1290 Trapped

Chapter 1290: Chapter 1290: Trapped! Chapter 1290: Chapter 1290: Trapped! In the so-called strongest battle team of the Immortal Realm, Lingtian Battle Team, consisting of 800 talented Profound Immortals, Huang Xiaolong lost his temper as soon as they descended to Earth.

Huang Xiaolong didn’t hesitate at all. At that moment, he demonstrated his decisiveness.

Unlike the previous prisoners from the Immortal Realm, each of these 800 Profound Immortals was an elite, skilled in combined attack techniques. Huang Xiaolong couldn’t afford to give them the slightest chance.

To strike first is to win, an unbreakable truth since ancient times!

Sometimes, being slightly slower meant a disastrous, irreversible outcome.

At this very moment, a surge of demonic Qi from the underworld burst forth around Huang Xiaolong, rocketing into the sky!

In an instant, Huang Xiaolong transformed!

He became unapproachable and inviolable!

He donned a pristine battle robe of King Yan, which rustled in the wind. He was fierce, evil, yet undeniably grand.

With a step, the entire Earth seemed as if it was about to collapse, plunging into an endless abyss. Every inch of airspace was filled with the sinister laws of the underworld, mourning melodies everywhere, tempting people to willingly fall into the boundless hell and devote themselves to the Yin Emperor, never to return.

With that, Huang Xiaolong had fully unleashed the aura of the underworld, enveloping the entire Earth.

All the onlookers had not expected that Huang Xiaolong, at a absolute disadvantage, would take the initiative to attack.

However, such a level of attack was still somewhat insignificant for the Lingtian Battle Team! They could not only link their attacks seamlessly but seemed to be able to fuse their defenses as well.

800 Profound Immortals twisted into one force–unbreakably evil!

A full 800 thick beams of celestial radiance soared up like smoky signals, showcasing the nobility of the Immortal Realm in full splendor.

“Scum! Still trying to resist futilely! It’s useless! Even if you have obtained the Hell Star, it’s useless! This filthy demonic Qi cannot possibly corrupt or contaminate us! Instead, it will be purified by us!”

“No need to talk more with this scum, let’s just take action! Capture him and cripple him first!”

The Profound Immortals were overflowing with murderous aura.

But at that moment, the Wanlong Refinement Secret Art was activated!

The entire Earth seemed to have turned into a colossal furnace!

“Hmm?” These Profound Immortals all faltered.

They also sensed something unusual.

Simultaneously, the various formations that Huang Xiaolong had previously set up in the spatial barriers of Earth were fully activated, unleashing their power.

In the sky, numerous ferocious demonic faces appeared, each formation pressing down and instantly enveloping these Profound Immortals.

Next was the constant chanting of countless demons, low notes imbued with a supreme power that pierced the soul and a corrosive force, like a sad melody, eroding the souls of every member of the Lingtian Battle Team.

The Underworld Soul-Suppressing Song!

“I get it! I get it! This scum, with his wolfish ambitions, had actually set a trap in advance, and now, he wants to trap us on Earth and refine us alive!” Some Profound Immortals in the Lingtian Battle Team quickly realized.

“Oh? It seems like the Wanlong Refinement Secret Art of the Long Clan, a legendary method used by ancient behemoth dragons to refine worlds–how is it being used against us? Damn it! Didn’t the Long Clan promise the Immortal Realm not to interfere in our battle with Earth?”

After a brief moment of panic, these Profound Immortals calmed down.

After all, they were hardened by countless battles and had seen many great storms.

“Scum Huang Xiaolong! You really teem with endless schemes and tricks–But, just with these little tricks, you think you can refine us? Simply daydreaming!” The Profound Immortals scoffed.

The Wanlong Refinement Secret Art, while formidable, was still too new for Zehui in the Long Clan, even though he was a prodigy among them, he still lacked experience.

Zehui’s refining power, if he was refining just one, a few, or even dozens of Lingtian Battle Team’s Profound Immortals, would be quite formidable. But to refine 800 attack-proficient Profound Immortals at the same time was somewhat far-fetched and overtly ambitious.

This was akin to cooking soup with too little heat–the pot wouldn’t even get hot.

From the golden light channel, the Immortal Emperor’s thoughts also came through, very disdainfully. “Huang Xiaolong, I thought you had some special means, but it turns out it’s just these shoddy tricks.”

Huang Xiaolong paid no heed, his eyes narrowing slightly, “If I can’t refine you all at once, then I’ll just slow cook you. I’m not in a hurry. Heh~~~”

At that moment, a command was issued by a Profound Immortal, who roared fiercely. “Never mind the rest, let’s severely wound this scum first!”

No sooner said than done, 800 Profound Immortals, with minds as one, they pointed to the heavens and stamped on the earth, simultaneously raising their right fists, and simultaneously bursting towards Huang Xiaolong!

Pffff~~~~~~!!!!!

800 fist imprints, fused together, forming a giant wave, rolling directly towards Huang Xiaolong.

Wherever it passed, Earth’s spatial barriers peeled off and shattered, leaving a horrifying trace as if plowed by an immense force!

800 punches were equivalent to one punch.

This punch was too fierce, arguably invincible in its might.

Huang Xiaolong, of course, could not afford to take it head-on; with a thought, he preemptively darted into the Ghost Gate.

Inside the Ghost Gate, Huang Xiaolong stood, watching 800 Profound Immortals with a smile that hinted at provocation at the corners of his lips.

Boom~~!!

This punch struck the Ghost Gate with such force that it shook the entire underworld several times.

But was the quality of the underworld a matter to be taken lightly?

It could be said that the punch couldn’t breach the defenses of the underworld!

“Damn it!” The Profound Immortals were furious, watching Huang Xiaolong right before them, yet temporarily unable to touch him, feeling extremely frustrated.

“This fiend has set up a Formation to trap us; we should break out first.”

The Profound Immortals were about to move as a group, but as they took a step forward, they slightly felt their surroundings turn topsy-turvy, as if directions had been swapped, inducing a disoriented sensation.

It was a labyrinth! A trapping Formation!

Moreover, countless demons in the underworld began their ghostly chants, the Underworld Soul Subduing Song continuously pressuring the 800 Profound Immortals.

Once their souls were completely suppressed, their physical bodies would lose control.

“The Formation is set up within the spatial barriers of Earth! Smash it! Smash it for me!” the leader of the Sky War Team, an Eighth Level Profound Immortal, looked up and immediately understood the critical point.

The next second, the 800 Profound Immortals, combined their forces to conjure a massive Immortal Sword and with a loud crash, stabbed it into Earth’s spatial barriers.

Embedded in the spatial barrier, countless demons, immeasurable in number, were instantly obliterated, turning into dust scattered into the sky and falling down.

Consequently, several of Huang Xiaolong’s Formations collapsed directly.

Fortunately, Huang Xiaolong had already anticipated this situation.

Calmly, he released a dense swarm of demons into the Earth’s spatial barriers forming new Formations.

In Huang Xiaolong’s underworld, there was no shortage of demon armies, and since it was just setting up Formations, even average demons would suffice.

Thus, the Profound Immortals launched wave after wave of attacks. The demons in the spatial barriers bore the brunt of these attacks, dying continuously, but also offsetting at least ninety percent of the attacks, hence preventing great damage to Earth’s spatial barriers.

The demons, sacrificing themselves one after another, carefully disregarded casualties.

It wasn’t long before Earth was piled up with demon carcasses.

However, the 800 Profound Immortals were somewhat exhausted.

Indeed, they had to confront the powerful techniques of the Ten Thousand Dragons Refinement Realm and also endure the constant assault of the Underworld Soul Subduing Song, which eroded their souls bit by bit.

And, of course, various confining Formations.

Their energy expenditure was indeed considerable.

“We can’t break out!” declared the leader of the Sky War Team decisively. “Everyone conserve your strength and energy and wait for aid from the Immortal Realm!”

After speaking, all 800 Profound Immortals sat down cross-legged, guarding their spirits and refraining from rash actions.

Well, Huang Xiaolong had successfully completed the first step, trapping these Immortals.

What remained was a slow simmering refinement.

This scenario was something no spectating being had anticipated.

“All revered Immortal Emperors, Earth’s beings are too cunning; the fiend Huang Xiaolong is despicable and shameless. We are helpless to break through the confinements and thus beseech the Immortal Emperors to descend with reinforcements to help us carve a bloody path!” the leader of the Sky War Team said, swallowing his pride and calling for help.

“This~ this~~ this~~~” In the golden light pathway,

the thoughts of the Immortal Emperor were mixed with urgency, anger, and confusion.

Huang Xiaolong, undistracted, continued to deploy demons embedding them into Earth’s spatial barriers, constantly setting up various Formations.

Zehui, like a diligent farmer, dared not slacken his efforts, pushing the Ten Thousand Dragons Refinement Technique to its limits.

This battle had proceeded up to this point, and it seemed, Huang Xiaolong had the upper hand!

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