Chapter 988: 647 Chapter Assassination_2 Chapter 988: 647 Chapter Assassination_2 *The Evil Formation Master, slowly recovering from the “madness” brought on by drinking Blood Wine, found his Divine Sense hovering between clarity and obscurity as he prepared to look toward the Yuan Magnetic Core.* Suddenly, a chill pierced his chest. Looking down, he saw the tip of a blade protruding from his chest. At the same time, a surge of wind-based spiritual power transformed into fragmented blades within his chest, exploding and shredding apart the flesh and veins at his heart. *The Evil Formation Master felt a bone-chilling coldness seeping into his soul.* *Assassination!!* *He couldn’t believe it.* *In this remote mountain’s celestial grotto, hidden deep within the isolated peak’s Demon’s Cave, inside the confidential Sacrificial Demon Hall, within the most classified Yuan Magnetic Chamber…* *Someone was actually assassinating him?!* *How could this be possible?!* But the blade’s tip piercing his chest, the heart-wrenching agony, and the overwhelming presence of the cultivator behind him made it clear—this was an irrefutable reality. And the assassin wasn’t just any ordinary cultivator; it was a powerful Golden Core Cultivator! “Death!” *Panic surged through the Evil Formation Master’s heart.* He wanted to shout aloud. A pale, slender hand clamped tightly around his throat. The hand was imbued with intense spiritual power, pressing against his windpipe and rendering him utterly mute. The Evil Formation Master’s eyes widened in terror. In that fleeting moment, he bit down on his tongue tip, using the blood to stimulate his Divine Sense, ensuring his mind remained clear. Simultaneously, his eyes turned crimson, grotesquely morphing to resemble the eerie, distorted eye floating in the alcohol of his wine jar. An unknown scarlet Divine Sense began spreading throughout the room… *Divine Sense Evil Art!* But before the scarlet consciousness could fully radiate, a steel rod landed with a thunderous *clang* directly on his skull. Gu An remembered Mo Hua’s instructions—to strike the Evil Formation Master on the head without hesitation at the first sign of any strange activity in his Divine Sense. The iron rod struck the Evil Formation Master so hard it left his scalp numb and trembling. Gu An, having undergone Body Refinement, possessed immense physical strength. The Evil Formation Master, not being a Body Cultivator, was utterly unprepared to withstand such a blow. Blood flowed freely from the top of his head as waves of paralyzing pain coursed through his body. His Divine Sense faltered abruptly. The blood-soaked Divine Sense Evil Art, which he had barely started to cast, was interrupted immediately. Yet moments later, the residual scarlet Divine Thought power borrowed from the blood-red eyes began reawakening his consciousness. Hiding one hand within his sleeve, he reached covertly for the Letter Token using an inconspicuous gesture. *He felt smug, certain his movements had gone unnoticed.* Just then, a crisp voice rang out: “Hand!” The Evil Formation Master barely had time to react before a sharp pain erupted in his arm. Gu An swung his rod again, smashing the Evil Formation Master’s arm, sending the Letter Token flying to the ground. The Evil Formation Master, unwilling to accept defeat, reached out with his other hand toward his Storage Bag. That damned voice echoed once more: “The other one!” Before the words had even finished, Gu An swung his rod once more, breaking the Evil Formation Master’s other arm. *Anger and shock flared within the Evil Formation Master.* *It felt as though every move he made was anticipated.* *Damn it all!* *Rage ignited in the depths of his soul.* Just as he tried to move, his body froze. He realized he had been paralyzed. Threads of venom had already seeped from Gu Changhuai’s blade into the Evil Formation Master’s bloodstream, spreading relentlessly through his body with every beat of his heart. *Poison?!* *They even used poison?!* *A Golden Core assassinating a Foundation Establishment cultivator—and they still resort to poison?* *How could such despicable, shameless people exist in this world?!* “There’s no time…” *Fury churned within the Evil Formation Master. Gritting his teeth, he bit off his own tongue, swallowing down the bright red blood that followed.* His blood was like a sinister wine. As the Blood Wine flowed into his stomach, his eyes bulged grotesquely, twisting and distorting until they resembled those of an Evil Demon. Simultaneously, his Divine Sense surged explosively. The Evil Formation Master fixed his grotesque gaze on the Yuan Magnetic Formation Pivot at the center of the chamber. He intended to amplify his Divine Thought with the power of his blood-stained eyes, linking to the formation pivot, summoning every Demon Cultivator in the Demon Palace, and wiping out the assassins surrounding him! “Stick!” A sharp voice rang out. Gu An, his expression stern, swung his rod down with force once more. This time, the rod struck the Evil Formation Master’s head fiercely, splitting his scalp wide open. Blood poured profusely—but it wasn’t enough to stop the amplification of his Evil Thoughts. His nefarious consciousness continued connecting to the formation pivot. His twisted, bloodshot eyes glared venomously at the array plate in the chamber’s center. Just as he was about to succeed, a flicker of flame caught the corner of his eye. Two fireballs streaked through the air, striking his face from the left and right, scorching his bulging eyes with explosive force. The flames seared his eyes, throwing him into unbearable agony. The Evil Thoughts diminished slightly. But even with his eyes blackened, unable to see, his Divine Sense could still extend outward. The Evil Formation Master pushed his sinister consciousness to its limits, directing it toward the Yuan Magnetic Core array plate at the center of the chamber… Seeing this, Mo Hua moved swiftly, stepping in front of the array plate and unfurling a long-prepared schematic. The map depicted a deep abyss-like Source Pattern. *The Five Elements Formation Flow Map!* As the map unfolded, the Source Pattern seemed to come alive. Long suppressed and neglected by Mo Hua due to its low decoding probability, the Source Pattern awakened, brimming with a sense of hunger and malevolence—a beast unleashed after years of dormancy. From the Formation Flow Map, the Source Pattern began pulsating, like the festering nucleus of a plague. Just as the Evil Formation Master’s Divine Sense attempted to link with the formation pivot, it plunged headfirst into the depths of the Source Pattern depicted in the map. Immediately, his consciousness felt unbearably restrained. *He felt submerged in the tides of the “plague,” surrounded by its oppressive flood.* *His heart chilled as he began to sense an overwhelming dread, his Divine Sense falling into a bottomless ice pit.* *It was as if he’d “seen” a multicolored, transcendent eye opening slowly in the depths—a cold and indifferent gaze fixating upon him from its shadowy pupil.* “Is this?!”