Re: God of Formation.

Jun Wu and Mei Ling stared at the five, trying to surround them with an ugly expression.

Just because they were not affected by the dark whispers, they wanted to capture them.

Does that even make sense?

Previously, they had hoped to exchange information with them, to help each other out in this dark region.

But now, it seemed that would not be the case.

Unknown to his thoughts, the five people sneered, looking at the frozen duo.

The young man with the spear did not care whether they brought them back to their clan or not.

What he was interested in was Jun Wu and Mei Ling's secret.

He believed they must have an artifact or know some secret, which was why they could walk through the Shadowless region without being affected.

Now that he had rallied the others to capture them, he could not wait to discover their secret.

As for the other, it would depend on the artifact. If the artifact was too precious, he wouldn't mind making the Shadowless Region their new home.

"Surrender, and we won't make it difficult for you." One of the girls said.

Jun Wu sneered, while Mei Ling did not change her expression. Her face was cold, filled with killing.

Do they think they are fools?

She merely contained her rage, waiting for Jun Wu's lead.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before the girl could realize what was happening, two powerful energy shots hit her body, sending her flying.

She crashed heavily to the ground with a deep hole in her chest. All her organs had been pulverized.

She died without even knowing how.

For the others, they were stunned.

What just happened?

However, Jun Wu did not give them a chance to recover from their initial attack as he released another shot to the closest person beside him.

Ahhh!

He could barely raise his defense before his body was torn to pieces. He fell to the ground, never to rise again.

"Attack him! Don't let him use this strange weapon." The young man wielding the spear shouted.

However, his reaction was a second slower than the other two. Many did not notice this momentary pause, but how could Jun Wu miss it?

Even Mei Ling detected the plot.

Whoosh!

Mei Ling dashed forward and attacked. Her sword was swift and deadly, going for a kill. However, compared to the young man who was a Master Realm Cultivator,

her attack was slow, lacking the threatening power.

Still, she was not willing to give up.

The two were locked in battle. In a few exchanges, she was surprised, struggling to keep her life, but her eyes were burning with determination.

Compared to the Masters from the Soaring Cloud Region, she discovered they were a lot weaker.

Their power was not that terrifying.

Unknown to her, there are nine stages in each realm, and this young group was only at the first stage.

Therefore, their attack was only a bit stronger than a Peak First Rank Martial Artist.

Faced with Jun Wu's Runic Revolver, the boy and girl attacking on both sides were not given any chance to react at all.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He released three deadly strikes in quick succession while he sent four wind blades toward the girl.

The double combo caught them by surprise.

Ahhhhh!

The boy managed to dodge a single shot, but the two other shots blasted through his defense, severing his leg and hitting his chest.

Crashing heavily to the ground, the boy was on the brink of losing consciousness. Every nerve was in pain.

Opposite him, the girl's situation was no better. Four wind blades with unpredictable directions were impossible to guard against.

Her left arm was severed, with a deep gash on her stomach. She managed to evade one wind blade and block the last one.

But that was the limit. She fell to one knee, gripping the deep gash on her stomach to stop the bleeding.

She groaned in pain, regret etched on her face as she looked at her severed arm. She raised her head and looked at the boy who had no cultivation realm with her pounding in shock.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone with no spiritual energy who could still fight. Moreover, his fighting style was strange.

Jun Wu did not care about her thoughts as he already focused his attention on the Mei Ling battle and the boy.

Although the boy was suppressing her, she still held her ground a lot better than he imagined.

The boy, however, regretted his schemes.

From the corner of his eye, he saw friends lying in a pool of blood—dead. The only girl who was still alive was barely surviving.

Panic and fear gripped his heart like a vice. Even if he defeated his opponent, what about the boy who was staring at him with an expressionless gaze?

He had decimated four of his friends in less than a minute. What could he do against him?

Bang!

He sent Mei Ling skidding a couple of feet and retreated. Without hesitating, he turned and fled.

He would be stupid to stay any longer.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Unfortunately, he barely ran for a few meters before the raging sound of the Runic Revolver echoed behind him.

Just the sound alone made all the hair on his body stand on end.

"P-Please…Ahhh!"

A soul-rending scream escaped from his lips as he was sent flying. He crashed heavily to the ground, puking out a mouthful of blood.

His face paled.

He winced in pain, regret marred on his face. The previous greed had long vanished, leaving only endless regret.

Just then, he heard the sound of incoming footsteps. Struggling, he raised his head, he saw the boy staring at him.

"I don't know what you do, demon," he struggled to say, blood gushing from his lips. "But don't you think you've won. Our clan will—"

Bang! Bang!

Before he could complete his threat, his head exploded like a cherry tomato.

Jun Wu clicked his tongue in disdain and turned to look at the only girl alive.

"Now, shall we talk?" He said with a smile that wasn't a smile.