Chapter 119: Breaking Ancient Formation

Nine Core Formation Realm experts.

It was an utterly sacrilegious gathering of power.

This was enough to completely topple the entire Mirravele City!

The Solari and Silvercrest patriarchs were equally dumbfounded, their own bloodthirsty charges halting as they stared at the towering figures that had just crashed their war.

Neither clan had any idea what this sudden army’s purpose was. Were they friends? Or enemies?

Cassian’s gaze swept over the experts until it snagged on a familiar face.

"Master Aldric?" Cassian blurted out, "You... What is the meaning of this? Is the Alchemy Guild officially declaring war on the Ashvele Clan?"

Aldric stepped forward, his expression devoid of any warmth.

"I am not here as the Guild Master of Mirravele City, Cassian," Aldric replied with venemous gaze as he glared at the Ashvele estate. "I am here as the disciple of my Master. A Master who was just targeted for assassination by these filthy, treacherous Ashvele dogs!"

"By the will of my Master, the Ashvele Clan shall be erased from the face of Mirravele City."

Standing behind the ruined obsidian gates, Kynlee’s face turned ashen.

Assassination?

"Master Aldric, what are you saying?!" Kynlee shrieked, "There must be some misunderstanding! Our clan would never dare to lay a hand on anyone from the Alchemy Guild, let alone your Master!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Misunderstanding?!" Aldric roared, his Level 1 Core Formation aura detonating with volcanic fury. "You sent Ashvele Clan men to cut my Master into pieces, and you dare call it a misunderstanding?!"

Knylee was stunned. He didn’t remember doing anything like that.

But before he could say anything else, a cold voice interrupted him.

"Stop the City Lord’s forces."

Atop the massive back of the blue eagle, Rhain looked down at the battlefield.

"Do not let them interfere with the Solari and Silvercrest Clans," Rhain commanded.

Swoosh!

Vulcan, Aldric, and the hired Core Formation mercenaries rushed forward at his orders.

Along with Kiki’s late-stage Core Formation beast aura suppressing the area, they violently clashed directly against Cassian and his elite enforcers.

Before Cassian could even attempt to mediate, a devastating clash of Core Formation experts erupted in the middle of the avenue.

Vulcan launched himself directly at Cassian.

With Cassian’s forces abruptly pinned down, Solari and Silvercrest Patriarchs didn’t waste a single second.

"Their reinforcements are blocked! KILL THEM ALL!" Solari Patriarch ordered.

The combined armies crashed into the Ashvele estate with full force.

Kynlee watched in horror as his clansmen were mercilessly butchered like livestocks.

"RETREAT! EVERYONE FALL BACK TO THE INNER SANCTUM!"

Knylee shrieked loudly.

"ACTIVATE THE ANCESTRAL GUARDIAN FORMATION!"

RUUUMBLE—!

The earth beneath the estate quaked.

Massive pillars of golden and emerald light erupted from the four corners of the inner compound, curving upward to form a colossal, glowing dome over the surviving Ashvele members.

Solari and Silvercrest experts aggressively bombarded the dome.

Bang! Bang! BOOM!

Attacks upon attacks rained down the barrier like a catastrophic meteor shower.

But the dome barely rippled.

"Dammit! It’s their Ancestral Guardian Formation!" Aurelian cursed, gritting his teeth. "It draws power directly from the earth veins! It can withstand Core Formation attacks for an entire month!"

Inside the barrier, Kynlee collapsed to his knees, panting heavily as he looked at the surviving fraction of his clan.

They had lost nearly half their numbers, but the barrier was holding.

They just had to survive.

"We’re safe... as long as Patriarch Brycen awakens, we can still survive this...’

Rhain looked down at the glowing dome from above.

A month?

’Who has the time to wait a month?’

Rhain casually activated his Eyes of Truth.

A brilliant, golden hue flashed deep within his dark grey pupils.

The impenetrable, complex array below instantly lost its mystery.

He spotted several vulnerabilities with a single glance.

"Vulcan. Three hundred paces to the east, strike the third emerald node on the barrier’s surface with your full strength."

Down below, Vulcan grinned savagely.

He casually swatted away a strike from a Cassian, completely abandoning his fight.

His massive, titan-like muscles bulged as he plummeted toward the Ashvele estate like a falling star.

Epic Grade Martial Art: Titan Shattering Punch!

"OPEN FOR ME!" Vulcan thundered.

His massive fist smashed directly into the exact node Rhain had pinpointed.

KRAAA-CRACK!

Everyone saw it.

The impenetrable dome visibly shuddered, its emerald light flickering erratically.

Aurelian and the Solari Patriarch froze, staring at the sudden, glaring spiderweb of cracks spreading from Vulcan’s fist.

What they couldn’t even scratch with their combined ultimate martial arts, this giant had just fractured with a single punch?

"How did he do that?"

"Patriarchs," Rhain’s calm, commanding voice echoed in their ears next. "Ten feet above the main gate. The nexus where the emerald light overlaps. Strike it now. With everything."

They didn’t question it.

"ALL FORCES! AIM AT THE NEXUS!" Aurelian bellowed.

Immediately, the Solari Patriarch, Jarek’s father, Aurelian, and a hundred Spirit Manifestation experts unleashed a concentrated barrage of their strongest martial arts directly onto that exact point.

They struck the exact vulnerability Rhain had pinpointed.

KABOOM!

"Again. Apex of the dome. Slightly to the west."

Inside the barrier, Kynlee’s heart stopped.

The earth-vein energy of the formation was being heavily destabilized with every single strike.

It didn’t take a month.

After a mere three minutes of relentless, perfectly coordinated bombardment, the final critical node was shattered.

SHATTER!

The sound was like a mountain made of glass collapsing in on itself.

The pride of the Ashvele Clan—the ancient, barrier meant to guarantee their survival for a month—disintegrated into millions of fading shards of light in mere minutes.

Inside the broken sanctum, Kynlee and the surviving Ashvele members stood paralyzed.

"No... impossible..." Kynlee whispered with a pale face, "Our ancient formation...how could it...how...?"

"SLAUGHTER THEM!"

The allied forces flooded into the inner sanctum like a wave of death.

The butchery resumed with tenfold ferocity.

Limbs were severed, heads rolled across the floors, and the screams of Ashvele members echoed into the night.

Kynlee was also overwhelmed

He frantically tried to defend himself, but facing the barrage of multiple Core Formation Realm experts, his Level 4 cultivation was utterly useless.

Aurelian’s silver sword pierced his shoulder, while Jarek’s father slashed a deep, gruesome wound across his back.

If Cassian’s team hadn’t been stalled by Vulcan and the others, the City Lord might have intervened.

But right now, there was absolutely no one left to save him.

Kynlee looked up at the blood-soaked Ashvele Clan, a tear of despair sliding down his face.

It was over. Three centuries of legacy, entirely eradicated in a single night.

"Die for my son!" Jarek’s father barked.

But just then...

BOOM—!!!

A gigantic pressure erupted from the deepest chambers of the Ashvele compound.

The sheer density of the aura was so tyrannical that it forcefully pushed Jarek’s father and Aurelian backward.

"HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY ASHVELE CLAN?"

BOOM!

The roof of the secluded ancestral chamber exploded outward into a shower of debris.

A figure shot into the night sky, landing above the ruined estate like an enraged demon.

Patriarch Brycen Ashvele had broken out of his seclusion.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted in murderous rage, and radiating from his body was the terrifying, unbridled aura of a Level 7 Core Formation expert.