A Farmer's Journey To Immortality-Chapter 441: Demonic Lords’ Struggles Against the Impenetrable Treasury Hall

At the same time. Outside the treasury hall.

Three Core Formation Lords could be seen channeling all their Spirit Essence into a single array formation.

This was a battle formation in which the three Lords stood within its three driving Array Eyes. At the center, a fourth Array Eye projected a spectral halberd floating in the air.

The function of this battle formation was straightforward.

It was a 3rd Grade formation that allowed three or more Core Formation Lords to combine their Spirit Essence and cast a weapon-type Spirit spell that exceeded the typical limits of the Core Formation Realm.

As a result, the spectral halberd—an embodiment of the Spirit spell—possessed the power of a half-step 4th Order attack. This was the combined might of three Core Formation Lords working toward a single goal.

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The three Core Formation Lords were visibly battered and exhausted. They had tested their luck at various testing grounds available within Holy Land Torel.

However, aside from barely passing a few initial stages, they failed to achieve any decisive victories, which negatively impacted their evaluations.

They were granted some common-level rewards—nothing that interested them. Yet even reaching those basic milestones and receiving mediocre evaluations had proven difficult with their current strength.

Mentally and physically drained, the three Lords were at their limits. It had been many years since they had entered Holy Land Torel, and they had yet to exit even once. It felt as though they were imprisoned for their transgressions, unable to leave and live out the rest of their lives.

Thus, the three Core Formation Lords finally decided to cooperate. They had long been at odds, competing over various resources in the Wild Devil Lands.

The demonic sects they represented were constantly vying for a larger share of the pie—namely, the rich resources of the Wild Devil Lands, a region teeming with demonic and heretic cultivators.

The Wild Devil Lands were free from the influence of the Big Five sects of the righteous faction. It recognized only the three demonic Core Formation Lords as its de facto rulers. Even the neutral region of Haan Di distanced itself from matters related to the Wild Devil Lands as much as possible.

Because of this, the three demonic Core Formation Lords held their heads high in the Dadangar Subcontinent. They only came together in a superficial manner when it was necessary to present a united front against the five Core Formation Lords of the righteous faction.

Otherwise, they spent their time—and their sects' resources—competing with one another, ensuring a constant state of unrest in the Wild Devil Lands.

However, everything changed when these Core Formation Lords learned of the existence of Holy Land Torel. For the first time in a long while, they chose to genuinely cooperate in order to conquer this resource-rich domain.

All three demonic Core Formation Lords wanted Holy Land Torel to become an exclusive sanctuary for select members of the demonic faction. They would never allow anyone from the righteous faction to even hear a rumor about its existence—doing so would only invite trouble.

After all, it was better to split the resources three ways than to have eight contenders.

Considering the kind of rewards and resources contained within the Holy Land Torel, it wouldn't have been surprising if the five Core Formation Lords from the righteous faction stopped what they were doing, abandoned their responsibilities as sect masters, breached the non-aggression pact with both the demonic faction and Haan Di, and forcefully entered the Wild Devil Lands.

With that in mind, the demonic Core Formation Lords worked together and, after much effort, managed to gain access to the Holy Land Torel.

However, their cooperation ended the moment all three of them stepped inside. Upon seeing the wealth of resources the isolated dimension offered, they immediately began trying to monopolize as much as they could.

While the underlings of the three Core Formation Lords had started to cooperate in order to reduce the risks and unexpected dangers within the mysterious land, the Lords themselves were too busy racing around, snatching up every 3rd Order cultivation resource they could find. Their actions quickly turned them from rulers of the Wild Devil Lands into petty thieves.

However, it didn't take long for them to realize that, for some unknown reason, they couldn't return to the Wild Devil Lands. That was when they finally stopped harassing each other and came to a single conclusion—they needed to act in unity if they ever hoped to set foot outside the Holy Land Torel again.

Thus, history was repeated. Like an endless cycle, fate brought the three Core Formation Lords from the demonic faction together once again.

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Back to the situation at hand.

The spectral halberd hovered above the central Array Eye, glowing with a menacing crimson light.

A violent hum filled the air as the three Core Formation Lords poured every last ounce of their Spirit Essence into the battle formation.

Their robes fluttered wildly from the force of the 3rd realm Spirit essence they were channeling, sweat dripping down their foreheads as their veins bulged with effort.

The air warped and shimmered around the halberd. Then—

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, the spectral weapon shot forward like a divine punishment descending from the heavens. It sliced through the air, leaving behind a fiery trail of raw Spirit energy.

The ground trembled, cracks webbing across the stone beneath the formation. Shockwaves burst outward, sweeping across the landscape and flattening nearby debris.

Crash!

The halberd struck the sealed doors of the treasury hall head-on. The resulting impact sent a deafening shockwave reverberating through the isolated dimension.

Dust exploded into the air as the tremors rippled through the foundation of the hall, shaking the very earth under their feet.

The Core Formation Lords stumbled slightly, catching themselves as the final echoes of the strike faded into an eerie silence.

Then… nothing.

The massive twin doors stood as still and unbroken as ever. Not a dent. Not a scorch mark. Not even a scratch.

The intricate Essence Equations carved into the ancient stone shimmered faintly in response, as if mocking the pitiful attempt to force them open.