Outside the car manufacturing plant, demon hunters and containment personnel were ready to launch their attack at any moment.
Above a cluster of faintly blue-grey clouds, a ghost dragon shuttled within, and Wen Wen, wearing an evil crown crafted from pure gold, sat steadily between the dragon's twin horns, exuding a solemn ghostly aura.
The colossal dragon's head lowered slightly, peering down at the car manufacturing plant with Wen Wen.
The allied forces of demon hunters and containment personnel, divided into five teams, were dispersed across five directions of the car manufacturing plant.
In each of these five directions was a gathering point for demonic power. Destroying these five points would prevent the demons from gathering strength, turning them into headless flies, at the mercy of the allied forces.
The five True Sequence powerhouses, excluding Wen Wen, each led a team to guard against any unforeseen circumstances.
Wen Wen himself flew in mid-air, surveying the entire situation. The crown he wore was a trophy seized after defeating the Plague Demon.
The crown's ability was to revive the dead and command them to fight. On a battlefield like this, it could exert a power comparable to an army!
Although Wen Wen was not directly participating, with this crown and some other abilities, he was capable of influencing the course of the battle.
The ghost dragon raised its head, flying higher and higher, directly piercing through the clouds. After breaking through the cloud layer, there was a sense of sudden clarity; the night sky was much purer and clearer than before.
Wen Wen, however, fixed his gaze on the stars, which emitted a faint glow, closely monitoring the movements of the star patterns.
Only by doing so could the commencement of the ritual be most accurately monitored.
As midnight approached, the starry sky appeared unchanged, but a discernible, hazy beam of starlight descended from the firmament, piercing through the clouds.
The ghost dragon followed the starlight downwards, watching as it fell into the car manufacturing plant.
That beam of starlight seemed to contain endless mysteries. After landing within the plant, it gradually dissipated without a trace.
Whether it was the main or secondary site, only this single beam of starlight activated the summoning ritual. Now that the starlight had fallen and dissipated in the main site, the secondary site could not perform the ritual again.
In other words, as long as this ritual was stopped, Clary could not descend.
"It's time to act. In the war of blood and fire, a stronger containment facility will be forged!"
Wen Wen vanished into the air, his body entering the containment facility, activating the Cataclysm Warden state, and snapping his fingers.
Streams of energy traversed the boundaries of the unseen, reaching the locations of the puppet mice he had previously planted, and they detonated with a boom!
Great crosses rose up at various nodes within the car manufacturing plant. Their fierce energy, like an unstoppable force, reduced all nearby life and non-life to dust. Su Dan Novel Network
There were a total of seven such crosses, encircling the entire car manufacturing plant. An aura of Cataclysm-level power enveloped the area, instilling fear in their hearts.
Tie Xingzhou, Gui Tunluo, and the others, who had been poised and eager, immediately issued the order to attack. The five teams plunged into the car manufacturing plant, as fragile as a cake, like five sharp knives.
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As the starlight fell, in the central temple, the three of them cheered.
Oli cupped her hands to her chest, her face flushed with a springtime blush, her eyes hazy, lost in some pleasant thoughts.
Brookly took out a manuscript – his speech after meeting the Pure White Lord. Even though he hadn't caught the Little Wagtail Demon, the flattery was still essential.
As for Grandpa Drill, he could not suppress his excitement and began to dance with vigor, his movements bearing a slight resemblance to the solemn dancing when the Landas Ghost Shadow carried the coffin...
Other demons also prostrated themselves on the ground, offering their most sincere reverence to the soon-to-descend Landas Ghost Shadow.
Two wisps of mist, formed from bonds and connections, opened a hazy rift in mid-air. Once the rift was large enough, Clary could enter.
But at this moment, violent tremors and pressure surged. Seven massive black crosses rose up, encircling the car manufacturing plant. The powerful pressure also made the demons kneeling on the ground tremble.
"Damn it, how can there be a Cataclysm-level entity causing trouble at this time!"
Oli, whose face had been filled with infatuation, suddenly contorted. Her body swelled by a circle, and she was enveloped in a demonic aura like flames.
"Waaaaaah..." Grandpa Drill was so enraged he couldn't speak, his head spinning so fast it seemed to emit smoke.
"Pig, old geezer, calm yourselves. It's not a direct Cataclysm, but a long-range attack or an item imbued with Cataclysmic energy..."
Veins bulged on Brookly's forehead, but he maintained his reason: "It seems we've been discovered by the Hunter Association. However, this ritual is proceeding faster than usual. We just need to hold them off for a while."
He counted on his fingers, attempting to activate the car manufacturing plant's defense mechanisms, only to find that the seven crosses had erupted precisely at the critical nodes of the defense runes. His meticulously set up defensive formation could not be activated.
"Son of a bitch, who the hell dares to cause trouble, I..."
Brookly almost rushed out to fight the invaders, but was fortunately held back by Grandpa Drill and Oli.
Oli, her expression distorted, said, "The descent ritual absolutely cannot be disturbed. I will guard the ritual here. You two go and delay the enemy, no matter what, do not let them break through to this place."
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Drill immediately began spinning in place, burrowing deep into the ground.
Brookly, on the other hand, took out a gaudily decorated conch shell and blew into it forcefully. The sound propagated like ripples.
This conch shell was called the Magic Conch. Its abilities were rather lackluster in combat but served as a universal auxiliary tool elsewhere.
When the Magic Conch was blown, its power could accomplish some less difficult tasks.
These included, but were not limited to, drawing curtains, pressing switches, notifying subordinates of information, turning on the TV, ordering the kitchen to cook, having the computer write text, and so on. It was a veritable lazy person's artifact.
Brookly used this conch primarily to convey instructions to his subordinates. The command he had just issued was for all demons within the car manufacturing plant to resist the external enemies with all their might!
After the sound of the conch, demonic auras rose, like black smoke soaring towards the sky. Various eerie howls and the dense scent of sulfur transported one to hell.
The concrete ground of the factory was pushed open, and scarlet tentacles emerged. Tentacle monsters, with their abdomens split open and filled with teeth, crawled out, emitting terrifying roars.
Giant mosquitoes flapped their wings, obscuring the sky like a blanket, even blocking out the starlight!