My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 249: Bloody Massacre

After dealing with the fifty foreign cultivators who completed the ritual, Feng Fan scanned the battlefield. Only ten enemies remained, but his companions were struggling—drained of energy and weakened by the formation.

The only exception was Dong Tao. His book floated beneath him, creating a shimmering barrier that protected him from the formation's draining force.

"Brother Dong, help me finish them!" Feng Fan shouted.

Dong Tao nodded, his eyes sharp and cold. Even without Feng Fan's words, he had no intention of doing anything else.

Realizing that keeping the Suppression Relic at its enormous size would waste spiritual qi, Feng Fan reduced it to a more manageable form and gripped it firmly in his right hand. With fewer enemies to deal with, there was no need to wield it as a massive battering ram.

Dong Tao summoned more spears—thinner and shorter this time—sending them flying toward the remaining foreign cultivators. Feng Fan lunged forward, brick in hand, aiming to end the fight as quickly as possible.

One of the foreign cultivators, seeing Feng Fan rushing at him, gritted his teeth and raised his sword. "Hmph, now that the formation is complete, you're all going to die! I'll avenge my people!"

Despite witnessing the brutal massacre earlier, the man remained confident. He couldn't believe Feng Fan still had enough strength to fight after expending so much spiritual qi and being affected by the formation.

'He can't do it again,' the man thought. 'That attack must have cost him a fortune in spiritual qi, and the formation should be draining him.'

But as soon as his sword clashed with Feng Fan's weapon, his expression twisted in shock. A wave of force shattered his attack, and blood spurted from his mouth as he was sent flying.

"I-Impossible!" he gasped, but those were his last words. The Suppression Relic smashed down on his head, splattering blood and brain matter across the ground.

The remaining foreign cultivators froze in terror, their faces pale. As Feng Fan and Dong Tao continued their relentless assault, their enemies scrambled to flee.

"The formation didn't work on them! Retreat!" one of them yelled.

But escape was impossible. Feng Fan's group surrounded them, blocking every path. Feng Fan and Dong Tao moved in for the kill, striking with ruthless precision.

It didn't take long before the last of the hundred cultivators who had participated in the ritual lay dead on the blood-soaked ground.

But the tension was far from over.

"Brother Fan, we need to destroy the formation quickly!" Mao Shun shouted, pointing toward the counter high in the sky.

The numbers that had once shown ten thousand were dropping at a terrifying rate—at least two lives lost with every heartbeat. This represented the number of cultivators on the Black Turtle Continent side.

Feng Fan's pupils contracted. "We don't have time to waste."

With the battle over, the Suppression Relic returned to its usual black state. Feng Fan gripped it tightly and hurled it into the ground, aiming at the square object buried below.

The earth split open, revealing the square object just a few meters underground. But instead of smashing it to pieces, the Suppression Relic stopped a meter short, caught by a shimmering barrier that flickered to life.

"There's a barrier protecting it!" Feng Fan growled, his expression darkening.

Gong Long hurried to his side. "Brother Feng, you're the best Array Master I know. Can you destroy it?"

Feng Fan activated his spiritual qi vision, carefully analyzing the intricate lines and patterns of the formation. After a moment, he shook his head.

"It's a tier 8 array," he muttered. "It would take at least half an hour to break it."

Despite his grim words, he didn't stop examining the formation. His gaze followed the glowing rays stretching out from the square object, tracing their paths underground.

'These rays must be connecting to other objects that power the formation. If I can intercept them...'

He considered using the Suppression Relic to absorb the energy, but another thought crossed his mind, and he sighed.

'The tier 8 array is also wrapped around those rays. Even if I try to disrupt the flow, I won't be able to do it quickly.'

Frustration gnawed at him, but he knew giving up wasn't an option. There had to be another way.

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While Feng Fan's group was busy dealing with the formation, the battle at the center of the island raged on. Once the formation was completed, the cultivators from the Black Turtle Continent suffered

"W-What's going on? My strength is leaving me!" a cultivator shouted, his voice filled with panic.

He wasn't the only one. Thousands of cultivators from the same side felt their power being drained away, leaving their limbs heavy and their senses dulled.

Dong Fa, locked in a fierce battle with bloodshot eyes, wasn't spared either. His bloodline ability receded, the dark glow fading from his skin as it returned to its usual color.

His pupils shrank in disbelief. "Impossible... What's happening?!"

The foreign cultivators smirked with wicked delight.

"It seems Senior Brother finally finished his task. Time to put these dogs down!" one of them sneered.

"Kill the dogs! Show no mercy!"

Invigorated by their advantage, the foreign cultivators lunged at the Black Turtle warriors. It was as if they had been injected with chicken's blood—their movements quick and merciless, weapons hacking down enemies like animals in a slaughterhouse.

Their fighting style shifted from cautious defense to brutal, unrestrained offense, taking full advantage of the weakened opposition.

Dong Fa gritted his teeth, realizing that he wouldn't be able to hold out any longer. Though he didn't fully understand the cause, he knew one thing: he had to retreat.

With his remaining strength, he kicked off the ground, trying to back away from the chaos. But his enemies wouldn't let him escape so easily.

A blade and a spear hurtled toward his head. Dong Fa's pupils contracted in terror as he raised his arms to block, but his movements were sluggish—his speed reduced by half.

The sword sliced through his forearms, severing them cleanly, while the spear drove straight through his skull. Blood sprayed from the gaping wound as Dong Fa's body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

The battle continued to rage on, but Dong Fa's life had already been claimed—one more casualty in the bloody massacre.

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