Vermilion Demon Lord asked, “Do you realize that maintaining a formation of this size requires a massive amount of spiritual stone resources? Are you planning to drain your reserves completely?”
“There’s plenty of fire stones on the seabed. No need to use my own resources.”
Jared had planned for this in advance, knowing the Dead Sea’s depths held abundant firestone he could use as energy sources.
He continued inscribing the array rune with focus, until, finally, he completed the last line.
With that, he withdrew a large cache of fire stones from his Storage Ring and placed them along the inscriptions. As the firestones touched each line, they began to emit a glowing light, gradually linking together until the entire Demon Annihilation Formation activated in full force.
The fire stones cast a reddish glow across the array, covering the massive formation.
The more spirit stones poured into an array, the greater its power. An array’s potency wasn’t solely dependent on the skills of the array master.
Even the most expert array master would be powerless without sufficient spiritual stones to fuel them.
Yet, as Jared observed the fire stones powering the array, he felt unsatisfied. The core of this array needed the highest-grade spirit stone he could get.
After all, he was up against Skylar and a group of Demonic Cultivators. He had no intention of underestimating his opponents or cutting corners, knowing that regret could come at a steep price.
Reaching into his Storage Ring, Jared retrieved a faint white stone, only the size of a fist but brimming with immortal energy-a true celestial gem.
Placing it at the formation’s core, Jared watched as the entire Demon Annihilation Formation blazed to life, radiating bright energy.
With the array in place, Jared deliberately allowed his aura to seep out, intending to draw Skylar’s attention and bait him into the trap.
Above the Dead Sea, Skylar and his group of Demonic Cultivators were combing the area for signs of Jared and Judith.
Skylar couldn’t believe that Jared could have left the Dead Sea so quickly.
Given Judith’s severe injuries, Jared would need to find a place nearby to tend to her wounds.
Healing her condition would be no easy feat and couldn’t be done quickly, so Skylar was sure they were still somewhere in the Dead Sea’s range, just well hidden.
Even though Skylar used his spectral gaze to scan the skies, he couldn’t detect any trace of Jared or Judith.
“Useless fools, the lot of you!” Skylar sneered, casting an impatient glance back at his followers.
The Demonic Cultivators kept their heads down, obediently trailing him.
“Mr. Norton, we’ve been searching for hours, and the brothers are getting worn out. Perhaps we should rest on a deserted island nearby so they can recover,” Abel suggested softly.
“We don’t have time for rest, but I can help you recover a bit.”
Skylar then pulled out a small cauldron from his belongings, no bigger than his hand, with an elegant, round shape and hollow sides that emitted thin wisps of red smoke.
As the smoke spread through the air, it intensified the heat around them.
“This is internal flame energy, which is extremely precious. Absorb some of it, and you’ll recover your stamina quickly,” Skylar said coldly.
Overcome with gratitude, the Demonic Cultivators eagerly thanked Skylar before greedily inhaling the internal flame energy.
The energy flooded their bodies, instantly lifting their fatigue and revitalizing them.
“Mr. Norton, this internal flame energy is incredible! Could we take in a little more?” Abel asked, his excitement evident.
