Chapter - 3382

"Zeke, consider the Illusion Bell as a gift from me. There's no need to return it. It's more useful in your hands than mine. After I set up the formation, you can directly use the Illusion Bell," said Anvindr.

"All right, let's begin!" Zeke nodded in agreement.

Without any hesitation, Anvindr waved his hand immediately, releasing the formation flag into the air.

Boom!

A colossal formation arose, instantly enveloping all directions!

Meanwhile, Zeke led everyone to swiftly charge ahead, constantly shaking the Illusion Bell in his hand.

The chime echoed in every direction, casting an enchanting spell over the area.

The demonic cultivators, shrouded in a sinister black aura, sensed Zeke's and his companions' aggressive approach. Consequently, they quickly prepared their defenses.

One by one, the tormented souls were summoned, their chilling cries filling the air. They lunged fiercely at Zeke and his companions.

Additionally, some puppets were also brought out at that moment. Although their strength was not particularly impressive, they were extremely numerous.

At the same time, a dense fog of darkness shrouded these demonic cultivators, obscuring their positions from the naked eye.

The ferocious spirits, seemingly countless in number, filled the sky.

Upon seeing the seemingly endless souls of the d*mned, Zeke furrowed his brows.

From what he knew, these tormented souls were each killed by a demonic cultivator, or perhaps collected through some unknown methods.

The sheer number was staggering. It was hard to fathom how many lives they had taken and how much blood they had spilled.

Just that alone was enough to stir up resentment within Zeke.

"Anvindr, where's your formation? Hurry and pin them down!" Zeke angrily communicated to Anvindr. Why hasn't Anvindr reacted yet?

However, in the next moment, Anvindr responded. "It's done! Do it!"

Between heaven and earth, an overwhelmingly oppressive aura descended, as if a demonic deity had come to the world. Instantly, it subdued those tormented souls and demonic cultivators.

Using his mental intuition, Zeke discerned the approximate locations of several demonic cultivators. With a single, ruthless thrust of his sword, he attacked.

Elvis summoned Boundless Sword Formation, launching an attack toward the demonic cultivator.

On the ground, a layer of frost emerged, blooming like a flower, growing directly beneath the feet of the demonic cultivator. It bound the demonic cultivator's feet firmly.

The sword formation fell like rain, continuously swooshing down.

The collaboration between them had already reached perfection, their rhythm was well controlled.

In ten seconds, the trio gave it their all, each employing their own special move.

The demonic cultivator, who was in mid-stage of the Sun and Moon Class, was targeted by everyone. He stood no chance of defending himself.

Ten seconds later, there was no sign of life left. He had turned into a lifeless husk.

Since that one had been dealt with, the remaining demonic cultivators on early stage Sun and Moon Class could be easily dealt with.

Without exerting much effort, Zeke and his companions managed to decimate the group of demonic cultivators, leaving only one survivor.

After seizing the only survivor, Zeke asked in a cold voice. "Speak! Where do you come from?"

"Hehehe, the great Demon Lord will know your names. You'll all become his slaves!" Unexpectedly, the demonic cultivator chose death over submission.

After uttering that statement, he mysteriously took his own life using an unknown method.

"Demon Lord?" Zeke scoffed. "I don't care who he thinks he is. If he's got the guts, let him come find me."

"Let's quickly gather the loot. We should leave as soon as possible. The commotion from the battle was rather loud. I'm afraid we might have attracted attention," suggested Elvis.

“All right!” Everyone quickly began to clean up the battlefield, which yielded them quite substantial loot.

Heaven's energy was secondary. What was more significant were the numerous pills and magical objects, as well as some vessels used to contain aggrieved souls.

Zeke had no idea how to help those wronged souls find peace, so he had no choice but to bring them back with him for the time being.

Upon returning to the campsite, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After Zeke returned, the first one he praised was Anvindr. "It seems your abilities have indeed made significant progress, Anvindr."

Anvindr made the biggest contribution with his formation. If not for that, the demonic cultivators would not have been restricted for ten seconds. Without that, the frost of Frostine and the sword rain of Elvis wouldn't have been able to play such a significant role.

Without the formation, achieving a swift resolution would've been a difficult task.

Originally, Zeke hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, but Anvindr did better than expected.