This time it was not golden streaks of light like the previous ones. With a ‘bang’, there was a blazing red fire covering the veil. It happened in an instant. No one inside the veil of formation was able to react. Almost a quarter of the veil was covered in fire. Even the cultivators outside were shocked and some of them were even injured due to the sudden attack.
No one had expected someone to suddenly throw a wide-area attack talisman. From the strength of the fire, this was a third stage talisman and one that covered a large area. Even though the fire had mostly stuck to the formation, the strays of fire from the collision had hurt a few of those foundation building realm cultivators nearby. Even after all this, these cultivators could only curse under their breath they didn’t have the guts to scold.
This shows the extraordinary identity of the one who threw that talisman. After all, there were very few foundation building level families that could get their hands on the third stage talisman. The light purple hue of the veil covered in reddish-orange fire made a strange spectacle above the Rijal clan. Aside from the morbid situation, this was one of the most beautiful things Amrit had seen. Even the Aurora Borealis from his previous life failed to match the ethereality of this moment.
It looked like some sort of celebration. He was mesmerized for a second there. But he came back to his senses and looked carefully towards the veil. From the attack, more small cracks were beginning to form in the formation. It was rippling like crazy and some of the obscure words were beginning to materialize on the veil. These words were more prominent in the places where damage was the most.
The obscure words flickering on the light purple veil enveloped by the reddish-orange fire were enough to take anyone’s breath away. The danger was another part but no one could ignore the beauty at this moment. After the fire began to retreat, everyone came back to their senses and cold sweat began to pour from their backs. If there was no veil to block the talisman attack, the Rijal clan grounds would have been razed to the ground in a moment.
Keshab looked at the array and knew that there was no way to salvage the formation any longer. Although the array could probably hold on for a few minutes, this was the end of the mountain protection array. He wanted to make the most of it so he took out the jade slip and messaged something to the Battle hall members as they were at the helm of every node. After a brief moment of respite, the cultivators from outside began to attack the formation.
This time since there were already signs of cracks forming, the cultivators once again entered a frenzy. The talisman had mostly been spent so they were attacking with all their strength. Some of them were using elemental spells, some of them were attacking with swords and sabers whereas the cultivators of the Visigoth clan were attacking the formation with their bare hands and legs.
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The battle outside was in chaos but inside the formation, there was a solemn atmosphere. They were anxiously watching the formation. As time went on the cracks began to increase. Although the size of the cracks on the formation was not large, the number of cracks was increasing. The large crack of more than four meters had neither increased nor decreased but the number of cracks around it was increasing at an alarming rate. There was no sign of attack from the one hidden in the dark.
Although Keshab was watching the formation he was also alert about the attack from the dark. If any talismans like the previous ones were to sneak attack him, it would be hard for him to come out unscathed. The war was just beginning and if he got injured, it would be bad for the clan's morale. Everything was in place, everyone was just waiting for the formation to collapse now. There was no point in sugarcoating the inevitable.
Even if Keshab had all the materials to re-engrave the array, it was too late. They didn’t have much time left. He was not worried about the formation crumbling; he was worried about the person in the dark. It was obvious that the hidden person was in the golden core formation realm, he just didn’t know if it was in the beginning of the initial stages or someone who had been in this stage for a while.
If it was someone who had just broken through, he had few solutions to deal with them but if it was a veteran then things would only take a turn for worse. There was no telling how many trump cards the cultivator in the golden core formation realm had and from the look of things, he should have a few strong cards up his sleeves if he could spam third stage talismans like that. He just hoped the golden core formation realm cultivator would retain his pride and not attack as soon as the formation broke.
Time passed, seconds converted into minutes, and cracks all over the formation were still increasing. The previous light purple veil was now covered in dark cracks where broken obscure words occasionally flashed. The elders and deacons in the foundation building realm had approached the edge of the clan and were in the position Punya had placed them in previously.
When the formation breaks they will rush out and attack the cultivators on the outside. There were more than a hundred foundation building realm cultivators in the outside attacking the formation and many in the qi sensing realm were just watching. There was no way to escape for the Rijal clan.
Even if they escaped from the encirclement, they would be hunted down. The city gates were shut down and the two clans had probably forced the City lord's mansion to activate the array encapsulating the city. So there was no way out even if they escape the clan today. The only thing the Rijal clan members can do is kill as many as they can before they die.
Even after death, they were confident their story would be sung all over the city. ‘The tale of battle under the purple veil that will paint the Rijal clan in red would certainly make a good story for taverns’ the elders thought gripping the weapons strongly.
The cracks increased and the purple light was rapidly fading away replaced by uneven stretches of black lines threatening to swallow the Rijal clan. The cracks increased and the light began to turn into darkness. With a sound of glass shattering the whole formation went dark.