Longzang

Chapter 121 My King Thinks Twice

Suddenly, a burst of light appeared in the trenches, and all sorts of magical weapons, including throwing knives, swords, iron balls, and rings, shot out from the trenches, instantly knocking down dozens of the leaping witch warriors.

Ignoring these casualties, the subsequent main force of the Witch Clan surged forward like a green tide, engulfing the preceding trenches. Numerous Witch Clan warriors leaped into the trenches and began fighting the human cultivators.

However, the speed of the Wu Clan warriors could not be fully utilized in the narrow trenches. After jumping in, they could only fight head-on with the human cultivators. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of warriors were killed, while only a dozen or so human cultivators were injured.

The high shaman on the platform snorted, clearly displeased. The general beside him immediately let out a sharp whistle, the sound carrying for miles. The second wave of the shaman army began to move. This wave of warriors numbered about a thousand, all riding large lizards over ten feet long.

These monitor lizards are highly venomous, incredibly fast, and can swim at high speeds in water, making them an excellent choice for mounts in swampy areas. In past wars, venomous lizard riders have caused the human race immense suffering.

But the witch tribe's attack didn't stop there. Two witches danced a strange dance around a bonfire, and the flames gradually turned from red to dark green. Then a blood cloud appeared above the human camp, and blood rain began to fall.
At Yun Feifei's call, the human cultivators within the blood-rain-covered area quickly retreated along the trenches, fleeing the blood-rain zone. If they were on flat ground, with the witch warriors entangled, retreating would have resulted in heavy casualties, but retreating along the trenches was much easier. Waves of witch warriors jumped into the trenches to try and stop them, but were instantly cut down. Some witch warriors standing at the edge of the trenches were also killed or wounded by magical weapons flying up from below.

If it were just simple trenches, such results would naturally not have been achieved. Wei Yuan's initial order was simply to dig trenches, but since their lives were at stake, these cultivators came up with all sorts of ingenious ideas as they dug. Many of them were seasoned veterans of the martial world, and they contributed quite a few traps and underhanded tricks.

In addition to regular trenches, the cultivators dug numerous underground passages and temporary hiding caves, all equipped with various traps at their entrances. Whenever there were too many Wu Clan warriors on a trench, the cultivators would hide in the underground passages and wait for the Wu Clan warriors to enter the caves before attacking them. Even if the caves couldn't hold out, they could escape through the tunnels to other trenches, then guard the entrances, cutting down any Wu Clan warriors that emerged.

However, the Wu Clan army was numerous and powerful, sweeping across the entire position like a tidal wave, firmly pinning down several hundred human cultivators in the trenches. A small squad of Poison Lizard cavalry bypassed the position and charged towards Wei Yuan and his group on higher ground.

The time was almost up. With a thought, Wei Yuan restarted the Qingming Realm!

A beam of clear light shot straight into the sky, from which countless specks of light and raindrops drifted out. The surrounding damp winds and poisonous gases were quickly dispelled, and the area began to transform into a pure realm.

All the human cultivators were invigorated, clearly feeling wisps of spiritual energy seeping into their bodies, instantly doubling their spiritual power recovery speed. Some who had been dizzy and lightheaded due to poisoning also regained their clarity of mind, their symptoms of poisoning and weakness significantly reduced, and their combat strength restored.

The witch warriors began to weaken, their speed noticeably slowing down. Many warriors looked around in panic, not understanding what was happening.

In the Pure Realm of the Human World, the morale of the human cultivators soared, and they fought to the death, quickly cutting down large swathes of the Witch Clan.

A burly man, riddled with poisonous spears and having his leg bitten by a venomous lizard, was already on the verge of death. Suddenly, he mustered his strength, roared, grabbed the lizard's mouth, and pried it open. With another burst of strength, he snapped the lizard's jaw, laughed three times, and collapsed to the ground dead.

On the high platform, upon seeing the sudden appearance of the vast Pure Realm of Humanity, the Great Shaman abruptly stood up, enraged. However, at this moment, the four thousand infantrymen and one thousand Poison Lizard Knights were deeply embroiled in positional warfare, completely enveloped by the Pure Realm of Humanity. Moreover, the Pure Realm of Humanity was rapidly strengthening, its power defying common sense; even the boundary stone domains established by the human race for hundreds of years were no more than this!

The sudden appearance of the Pure Realm caused a rapid increase in casualties among the Wu Clan army, and chaos began to break out.

The great shaman slowly stretched out his hand, revealing a finger as thin as a withered branch, and pointed forward. The general immediately picked up a horn, blew it forcefully, and the sound echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

Two thousand warriors stepped forward in unison in front of the platform, then formed ranks and marched forward, each step causing the earth to tremble!
They were significantly taller than ordinary witch warriors, even taller than Wei Yuan. They were all clad in heavy armor and wielded giant shields and short axes, pressing down like rows of steel walls.

The human cultivators, caught in the midst of a bloody battle, sensed the earth tremor. Many leaped out of their trenches and their faces paled at the sight. These heavily armored shield-axe warriors were the true elite of the witch race, standing alongside the witch warriors as the two core forces of the army. Their battle axes and shield spikes were coated with potent poison, each possessed the strength of a fully-fledged body forging expert, and most knew a few spells.

With such strength, they are not inferior to the human cultivators guarding the formation in a one-on-one fight, let alone when outnumbered several times over.
As the shield-axe warriors advanced, dark green mist continuously seeped from the gaps in their armor, instantly merging into a billowing cloud of poisonous fog as the phalanx approached the human camp.

Wei Yuan immediately sensed something was wrong. These heavily armored warriors wouldn't be at a disadvantage even if they fell into the trenches, and the poisonous mist they exuded would accumulate there as well. Although the Wood-based magic could weaken the poison, these heavily armored warriors were essentially human poison spreaders; with so many of them, the poison wouldn't dissipate so quickly.

If two thousand heavily armored warriors were to enter the battle lines, the entire human front could collapse. Wei Yuan mounted his horse, raised his spear, and gave a shout. More than ten knights gathered around, ready to charge.

Just as Wei Yuan was about to spur his horse, the reins were suddenly pulled. Wei Yuan looked down and saw that it was Xu Wenwu who had grabbed him! In this battlefield filled with flying blood and poisonous fumes, why was he suddenly grabbing him instead of finding a safe place to hide?
Xu Wenwu looked anxious and cried out, "Brother! Think it over!"

"Think twice?"

"Yes, the enemy is too strong. Why don't we run away? The world is so big, we can't help but have some unexpected adventures."

Qingming had already opened his domain, and Wei Yuan was fully aware of everything happening within it. In that short delay, four or five more human cultivators fell in the trenches.

Wei Yuan remained expressionless and said, "Alright, then I will think it over carefully before I act."

He took a deep breath and shouted, "One, two, three, cheers!"

The warhorse suddenly grew larger, its hooves bursting into flames. Wei Yuan roared, pointed his lance forward, and charged towards the heavily armored phalanx! The warhorses of more than a dozen knights also changed size at the same time, their speed increasing dramatically, and they followed closely behind Wei Yuan.

Even with a hundred times the number of enemies ahead, we will forge ahead without hesitation!

The warhorses grew faster and faster. With a thought, Wei Yuan conjured up a vast landscape, and the area within a thousand feet around him became a pure and tranquil realm! The heavy armor formation of the Wu tribe finally broke into chaos. Many warriors felt a burning pain in their exposed eyes, mouths, noses, and skin, and their vision began to blur.

The dozen or so human knights were all muscular and much larger, and their combat power increased by 20% with the blessing of the vast land!

Suddenly, a jade mountain appeared in the sky, crashing into the center of the formation like a meteor! Countless heavily armored warriors were sent flying into the air, while dozens were crushed into a bloody pulp or killed instantly by the impact. Within the realm, Wei Yuan's Daoist techniques were greatly enhanced, and their execution became even faster; almost as soon as he conceived the thought, the jade mountain materialized.

Two consecutive blows threw the heavily armored formation into chaos. Wei Yuan had already charged into the formation like lightning, his spear swung in a wide arc, and with one sweeping motion, he sent five or six warriors flying. He was unstoppable!
All the knights followed closely behind Wei Yuan, like a sharp arrow that pierced through the square formation.

In Wei Yuan's eyes, the heavily armored warriors moved as slowly as snails. His spear kept thrusting in and out of each body, thrusting in and out, until suddenly there were no enemies in front of him. It turned out that he had broken through the enemy formation, but only nine knights remained behind him.

Wei Yuan spurred his horse around, lowered his upper body, and assumed a charging stance. Many heavily armored warriors of the Wu tribe immediately huddled together, preparing to face Wei Yuan's second charge. But to their surprise, Wei Yuan pointed his spear, and the Jade Mountain in the air materialized again, whistling down and crushing another group of the heavily armored warriors to death.

Wei Yuan used the same tactic again, charging into the chaotic enemy ranks. This time, fiery immortal swords continuously materialized around him. Unfinished magical sword embryos flew out from the pouch on his warhorse's back, merging with the materialized immortal sword pseudo-suns, greatly increasing their power. Each strike would kill two or three people before dissipating. Although the immortal sword pseudo-suns were weak in power, their sheer number was overwhelming—at times, more than a dozen appeared simultaneously. Accuracy was irrelevant; they flew and slashed wildly in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan charged out from the other side again, and this time only five people remained behind him.

With a long neigh from his warhorse, Wei Yuan turned back again. The heavily armored formation before him was in complete disarray. Two attacks from Jade Mountain had directly killed over two hundred men. Now, these heavily armored warriors were caught in a dilemma, unable to either regroup or scatter, their formation a chaotic mess. Wei Yuan acted decisively, his immortal sword, Pseudo-Sun, swirling around him, and for the third time, he pierced through the enemy ranks!
But when he turned his horse around, there was no one behind him.

Seeing the heavy casualties among the elite troops, the high priest on the platform could no longer bear it. He stood up abruptly and struck the large drum next to his throne.

Behind the platform, hundreds of people shrouded in black robes had their heads chopped off, and the blood gushing from their necks pooled together, leaving a strange, enormous rune imprinted on the ground.

The high shaman muttered incantations, his voice rapid and rapid, like a swarm of wasps flying around at once. He raised his hand and pointed at Wei Yuan, but his fingertip suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist!
A crimson cloud of blood inexplicably appeared above Wei Yuan's head, and drops of viscous blood fell onto his armor, instantly burning small pits. Wherever Wei Yuan went, the cloud of blood followed, remaining fixed above his head.

(End of this chapter)