"Attack! But don't go near that red river!"

"Not even your bones will be left of you if you do!"

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"Focus your techniques at the center of that Blood River Formation!" Sect Master Fu De roared his instruction towards his disciples.

It did not need telling that he was truly shocked by how easily our bored gamer disposed of the gatekeeper Han Yijun but this was not the time for useless talk.

Fu De hid his questions at the back of his mind and chose to face the most urgent problems before them all instead.

"Yes, Sect Master!" The combined voices of more than nine thousand men and women replied and before long, everyone was throwing myriad techniques into the fray.

A number of low level cultivators could not help but only look at this spectacle of war since they knew no long distance techniques on their arsenal.

They may be brave indeed but alas, they lacked the power to do anything at this time.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

The unimaginable display of true qi was quite nice to behold at this time but the same cannot be said to the disciples of the Blood River Cult inside the protection of their formation.

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"Call the Sect Master at once!" An elder of the sect instructed his personal disciple.

"I hear and obey, master!" The disciple bowed and ran quickly unto the core of their sect.

When the disciple returned a few minutes later, the bombings above them continued to fall upon their Blood River Formation.

They did not know how long this protection could last and so they could only pray at this point, especially after the bad news that this personal disciple brought unto the worried elders.

"The Sect Master did not answer my call, master!" The disciple delivered in fear.

"It seems like the Sect Master is still in a dangerous portion of his breakthrough." The Elder said in a soft voice.

"What shall we do now, Elder Ma Feng?" Another elder asked beside him.

"Although the Sect Master cannot go out now but we still have the Ancient Elder behind us."

"If those fools rock the boat hard enough, they will surely face the wrath of our Ancient Elder sooner or later." The oldest Elder replied and this calmed them down visibly.

"HAHAHA! Of course! One slap of the Ancient Elder would turn those worms from the Hidden Mountain Palace into blood fog!"

"Yes! The Ancient Elder is invincible!"

"Our Blood River Cult is strong!"

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The rest of the elders spoke encouraging words one after another and this boast has worked miracles indeed unto their worried hearts.

In the end, they gazed at the fireworks above them as if they were looking at the worthless struggle of a person that would soon be dead before them.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!" The violent barrage did not stop for hours. Until...

"DING!" A lonely crack could be seen at the central part of the Blood River Formation. It was obvious that the efforts of many had finally borne fruit at this time.

This change has brought further vigor unto the hearts of the Hidden Mountain Palace disciples.

"Don't stop!"

"We can break this fucking formation!"

"Give it your all!"

"We're almost there!" The disciples pushed themselves more and the cracks began adding as time went by.

2

3

9

15

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The number grew until it became like a spiderweb that was about to burst open with one final tap.

Alas, it was also at this time that the Ancient Elder of the Blood River Cult disturbed the quest of the Hidden Mountain Palace.

"A bunch of insects at my door. Begone!" An angry voice came and...

"BANG!" The Blood River Formation broke and expanded into the sky in a rain of slimy tentacles.

The last attacks were devoured unto this evil construct and it was now on its way to grant death unto the ranks of the Hidden Mountain Palace disciples.

Our bored gamer would of course not let that happen to his allies.

"WHOOSH!" An agile form did not retreat but instead met these oversized blood tentacles forward. This was no one else but Clark alone.

A half breath later and a welcome gift sounded unto the ears of our very own protagonist.

"DING!" Time stopped and recorded some major alterations onto the character sheet of our bored gamer.

"The Overlord System has detected that the user's enemy has a cultivation base of the 2nd Stage of Dao Seeking Realm."

"DING!"

"The Overlord System will promote the user unto the 3rd Stage of Dao Seeking Realm."

"The Overlord System has detected that the user's enemy has used a technique called Blood River Summoning Formation."

"DING!"

"The Overlord System will grant the user the technique Burial Ground Demon Formation." Nancy's voice announced amidst the time stop that ensued.

Immediately after, the character information about our good gamer also changed after these upgrades.

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Name: Clark Colter

Cultivation: 3rd Stage of Dao Seeking Realm

Techniques: Ten Thousand Phantom Fists, Exploding Sun Art, Heaven and Earth Collapse, Limitless Sword Technique, Burial Ground Demon Formation

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"Let's end this." Clark murmured after the time around him resumed its flow again.

"BOOM!" He stopped the many tentacles from reaching beyond him with just a wave of a hand alone. This was the essence of a Dao Seeking Realm Cultivator.

He already has free rein and control over the myriad great daos and our bored gamer had long been familiar with the use of these powers.

A terrible flame ate the countless slimy tentacles and it did not stop its attack there.

The burning flames descended unto the blood river below and evaporated this evil thing down to its last drop. All of this happened in an instant!

One could only imagine the power held at the hands of a Dao Seeking Cultivator.

Everyone in the Hidden Mountain Palace influence looked at our good gamer with boundless awe in their eyes.

"Now to test my newly acquired technique. Come to me."