Longzang

Chapter 157 Stealing the Heavenly Merit
In the distance, a group of Wu tribe members were setting up camp. From afar, a ten-zhang-high platform could be seen, and construction was still ongoing. This was the main camp's altar; judging by its scale alone, it was clear they were preparing for a direct confrontation with the boundary realm.

Tens of thousands of Wu tribe soldiers were deployed outside the boundary, with a dark mass of ordinary warriors in front of them.

Wei Yuan observed with his Qi-gazing technique that these ordinary witch warriors were constantly emitting green qi, and their bodies were wreathed in blood-red light. Although they were the weakest, the green qi emanating from their bodies was more abundant than that of the nobles and witches.

This green aura was observed using the art of aura reading, meaning that these cannon fodder have a far stronger impact on the alteration of heaven and earth than the nobles and sorcerers. No wonder the sorcerer tribe always brings a large number of cannon fodder into every battle; after all, the sorcerer tribe regenerates quickly, so they don't care how many die.

At present, there are tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers, and the green aura they emit is like a slowly rotating storm, which makes the realm retreat by a mile.

At this moment, a series of mournful horns sounded from the Wu tribe's ranks, and the army began to slowly approach. Meanwhile, another Wu tribe army, numbering approximately ten thousand, appeared on the western flank, attacking from the side.

Wei Yuan mounted his horse, his expression solemn. This was a life-or-death battle; whether he could gain a foothold depended on this fight.

Behind him, sixteen young masters and ladies were already dressed in their finest attire.

Due to the terrain, the main force of the witch army at the front was forced to narrow its ranks, while its flanks climbed the hills, causing its once orderly formation to become somewhat chaotic. The large force of witch soldiers advanced, carrying billowing green energy, and crashed directly into the boundary. The green energy and the pure energy of the human world reacted like oil meeting fire, instantly boiling over!

A high platform in the central command also slowly advanced with the army. On the platform stood a shaman who looked like a bear, forcefully beating a war drum made of human skin. With each beating, a little blood would appear on the bodies of many shaman warriors.

Five pillars stand on the platform, and a person is tied to each pillar.

The Wu tribe army, like a green python, slowly swam into the territory. After penetrating ten miles, the green aura emanating from the Wu soldiers had almost dissipated. At this moment, the horns sounded again, and the vanguard Wu warriors began their charge, yelling as they charged towards the human lines!
Wei Yuan had already dug trenches in advance, crisscrossing each other, with one layer above ground and another layer underground.

The witch warriors surged like a green tidal wave, instantly engulfing the entire position! The resistance of the human cultivators was like scattered flashes of light, extinguished in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a colossal tower appeared in the sky, pressing down and instantly immobilizing a significant portion of the witch army on the battlefield. Seeing the enemy's initial offensive was too fierce, Ji Liuli had no choice but to act prematurely. This time, she abandoned her killing intent and focused entirely on suppression, but even so, she could only subdue seven thousand witches.

The enemy forces were far too numerous, with over ten thousand still continuously advancing.

The sandstorm raged again, forcing Bao Yun to intervene. At this time, all the human cultivators had retreated to their trenches, leaving only the Wu tribe on the ground. Her sandstorm, blowing three feet off the ground, perfectly intercepted the Wu tribe.

Bao Yun also did her best to expand the area, trying to include the Wu Clan warriors within it. In this way, even ordinary warriors could not be killed, but the sandstorm would still cause severe pain and interfere with the enemy's movements.

Suddenly, a wall of fire hundreds of feet high erupted on their flank. Xiao Yu stood behind the wall of fire, sword in hand, coldly facing the army in front of him. Behind him were only two hundred human cultivators.

The wall of fire burned exceptionally fiercely. It turned out that Wei Yuan had previously ordered his men to cut down many large trees and pile them up here to form a defensive line, then sprinkle gunpowder to fuel the fire. When the Wu Clan's flank troops arrived, Xiao Yu only needed one sword strike to ignite the entire wall of fire.

Faced with the raging flames, the group of witches was completely at a loss. Some, relying on their cultivation, flew over the wall of fire, only to run headlong into Xiao Yu. Only now did the Immortal Sword Great Sun reveal its true power, with fire lotuses flying everywhere, instantly turning seven or eight warriors into charred remains.

Left with no other option, the Wu tribe split into two groups, bypassing the wall of fire and climbing over the hills on either side. However, fires soon broke out on the hills, forcing the Wu army to split into more than a dozen smaller teams, navigating through the flames.

The Wu tribe naturally feared fire and were even more intolerant of the scorching heat of flames. By the time they passed through the fire, they were all drenched in sweat, and half of their magical power had been depleted. Seeing that the Wu army's movements were hindered, Xiao Yu immediately led all the cultivators out of their positions and charged towards the Wu army on one side.

The massive army of tens of thousands was forced to split up repeatedly. Now, Xiaoyu and the two hundred cultivators only had a little over a thousand soldiers left to face, while the rest were still traversing the fire. It would take some time for the enemy forces on the other side to arrive.

On the front lines, the bear-man sorcerer on the high platform roared repeatedly and chopped off the heads of three sacrifices on the pillar in one go!
Hot blood from the man's neck drenched him, and the bear roared to the sky, spitting out a blood-red beam of light, with blood rings radiating outwards along its path.

Suddenly, a light rain of blood began to fall above the battlefield, causing the entire realm to shake. The giant towers that were sealed off were riddled with holes by the raindrops, leaving large craters. Meanwhile, the warriors of the witch tribe below, when touched by the blood, would glow with a crimson light, instantly increasing their strength by ten percent.

Amidst the rain of blood, the sealing power of the Demon-Suppressing Tower began to fluctuate violently. Even with Ji Liuli's strength, she was still fighting alone and could not withstand the curse unleashed by her opponent through blood sacrifice. But she struggled to hold on; every extra moment she endured meant fewer deaths.

The morale of countless witch warriors soared, and they roared and jumped into the trenches like frogs, eagerly seeking to fight the humans!

At this moment, the azure sky trembled, and countless points of light rose from the earth. All human cultivators instantly felt an incredible power surge into their bodies, causing their strength to rise rapidly, reaching unprecedented levels in the blink of an eye! Many cultivators who had achieved the Great Perfection of Body Forging even sensed the existence of their Dao Foundation!
Those are the Dao foundations they've always dreamed of; they can not only sense them, but also utilize them and use them to attack enemies!

In that instant, all the human cultivators even thought they were dreaming, but the suddenly weakened Wu Clan and their unrestrained Dao techniques told them that this was not a dream!
All sentient beings in an instant!

At this moment, the strength of almost all humans doubled, with the increase being greater for those with lower strength. Now, fighting the Witch Clan were no longer scattered Western Region cultivators, but the formidable Nine Armies of the Great Tang Dynasty!
Of course, these cultivators can only compare to the Great Tang's Nine Armies in terms of individual combat strength; their overall battle formations and tactics are far inferior. However, the battle has now devolved into a chaotic melee, rendering all military strategies ineffective.

The Nine Armies of the Great Tang were no match for the mere cannon fodder of the Witch Clan. In the blink of an eye, hordes of Witch Clan warriors were slaughtered on the battlefield, with casualties rising by thousands in an instant. On the flank, Xiao Yu led his men to wipe out the Witch Clan soldiers who had rushed out of the fire, then turned around and annihilated the enemy coming from the other side. Now, he simply led his troops into the fire to continue the slaughter.

Wei Yuan, unable to bear the pain of looking at the slowly descending blue water in the Azure Pool, pointed his spear forward and led all the young masters and ladies to attack the rear camp of the Witch Clan!
Although the number of knights was small, they were as one, with the Pure Land of the Mortal Realm following them like a shadow. A beam of pure light appeared above the knights, cutting through the wind as they moved forward!

The bear-man wizard on the high platform originally didn't intend to pay any attention to the group of knights, but seeing how fast they were moving and how arrogant they were, he instantly lost his composure.

The altar under construction must not be contaminated by the mortal realm, otherwise it will have to be demolished and rebuilt. If this group of knights manages to reach the foot of the altar, even killing them all would be futile.

The bear immediately beheaded another man from the pillar and sounded the war drums. The rear guard of the Wu tribe, upon receiving the order, immediately split off half to intercept Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan cleared a path through the Jade Mountain, then charged in through the breach created by the crashed Jade Mountain, instantly piercing through the hastily deployed rear guard, leaving hundreds of corpses behind. The entire cavalry, without pausing, headed directly towards the altar of the main camp.

In a moment of panic, the bear slashed open his own chest, blood gushing out like a fountain. In an instant, the entire rear army of the Wu tribe, numbering over five thousand, was enveloped in a bloody aura, their speed and strength increasing dramatically. They charged out in full force, relentlessly pursuing Wei Yuan and his dozen or so riders.

As Wei Yuan charged out of the camp, the rear guard of the Wu tribe, their eyes bloodshot and almost driven mad, ran for their lives. Chaos reigned within the camp as everyone scrambled towards the altar, preparing to use their bare hands to withstand the cavalry charge.

Wei Yuan pointed to the sky, and Jade Mountain reappeared. However, instead of crashing down on the altar, Jade Mountain turned and smashed back into the pursuing rear guard of the Witch Clan! The entire cavalry then turned around and charged into the breach created by Jade Mountain.

The entire cavalry acted as one, instantly accelerating to full speed, while the rear guard of the Wu tribe pursued them like madmen. The two sides collided violently, and with a series of loud bangs, dozens of Wu tribe members blocking the way were sent flying, their bones broken and tendons snapped.

In the blink of an eye, the two teams brushed past each other. The entire rear army of the Wu tribe could not stop its momentum and charged forward for another hundred feet before slowly coming to a stop. Many people did not understand what had happened and how the enemy had suddenly disappeared.

At this moment, Wei Yuan took the lead and charged straight at the bear on the high platform.

Now that the entire rear guard of the Witch Clan has been redeployed, the central army is completely exposed to Wei Yuan. Because the central army of the Witch Clan requires the inclusion of many human sacrifices and slaves for wartime blood sacrifices, its strength appears weaker than its normal numbers suggest. However, if a High Witch is in command, the central army, with the High Witch's personal guards, will become the strongest of the three armies.

At this time, there was no high shaman in the shaman army, so the central army was the weakest. The prey had already exposed its weakness!

Wei Yuan's speed increased rapidly, like a shooting star hurtling towards the central army.

However, as soon as the high platform came into view, many warriors below it suddenly emitted a dense, tangible blood-red light. Their eyes became vacant, and they all turned their heads to look at Wei Yuan with their blood-red eyes.

The Great Shaman's Guard!

Wei Yuan immediately reined in his horse. The blood-red warhorse let out a long neigh, reared up, took a few steps in the air, and then stopped. The cavalry was in chaos, with many young masters and ladies overshooting the mark. The warhorses turned to the sides and then circled back.

Wei Yuan ignored the bear-man on the platform and instead felt an itch in his left arm. He lifted his arm armor and ripped open his sleeve, revealing that blood was seeping from every pore on his arm. This blood wasn't Wei Yuan's usual pink, but a dark red with a strong, fishy smell.

The seeping blood gathered on its own, forming an eye that blinked a few times before suddenly emitting a shrill voice: "I saw it! I saw it! He doesn't have supernatural powers; he's just lying!"

Wei Yuan reached out and wiped his hand, which glowed with a clear light. The bloodshot eye let out a miserable scream and turned into smoke.

Before Wei Yuan, a three-eyed blood python, several tens of feet long, was outlined, but only its left eye was open, while the other two eyes were tightly closed. Below the blood python stood a somewhat thin figure, completely wrapped in a red robe, making its face impossible to see.

Great Wizard!

The great shaman looked at Wei Yuan as if he were already dead, and said, "A mere trick to fool me? Since you don't have the abilities of an immortal, then you may die!"

Seeing Wei Yuan looking left and right, the Great Shaman sneered, "No need to look anymore, no one can help you now."

But Wei Yuan did not panic as he expected. Instead, he suddenly smiled and said, "I'm not looking for helpers, I just want some witnesses."

Having said that, Wei Yuan took a deep breath, as if swallowing the sea, his momentum rising steadily!

The Azure Netherworld also expanded to its original boundary at this time, just covering this area.

Azure power, vast rivers and mountains, the power of wood and the power of a fleeting moment—layer upon layer, Wei Yuan's aura surged with each layer. Throughout the previous battle, Wei Yuan had been empowering others, fighting with his own body unaffected. Only now was he unleashing his full power.

As the Lord of the Azure Sky, Wei Yuan can provide powerful buffs to others, but it is only when he buffs himself that the effect is exaggerated.

This was not the end. Wei Yuan manifested a vast landscape, then swept it back, bestowing upon himself all the power of heaven and earth!
In that instant, Wei Yuan's aura was pushed to an unprecedented level, and an extremely large shadow faintly appeared above his head. No one could see what was in the shadow, but this shadow, which was more than a thousand feet long, was enough to make people tremble!

Wei Yuan slowly ascended into the air, looking down at the three-eyed blood python below. His voice shook the heavens and earth as he shouted, "Why would I need immortal techniques to kill you? Take this shot!"

Wei Yuan took a step forward and was already in front of the Great Shaman. He drew both spears at the same time. The spears were now imbued with the power of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, infinitely heavy and swift, and all laws could be refuted!
The great shaman tried to block with his arms, but the moment they touched the spear, his arms exploded, and he could only watch helplessly as the spear pierced his chest.

Wei Yuan slightly moved his hands with his Dao power, and with two muffled thuds, two bloody holes exploded in the back of the Great Witch, and the spearhead burst out of his body, accompanied by a rain of blood.

Wei Yuan slammed into the ground, dragging the Great Shaman with him as they plummeted from the sky. The two gun barrels pinned the Great Shaman firmly to the earth. Then, he leaped up, a withered branch appearing in his hand, and drove it directly into the head of the blood python!
The blood python writhed desperately, but under the oppressive shadow above Wei Yuan's head, it couldn't shake off the withered branch.

Wei Yuan turned around and shouted at the group of dumbfounded young masters and ladies, "What are you all standing there for? Make your move, and take whatever you can get!"

The young masters and ladies then realized what was happening. Suppressing their shock, they desperately channeled their Dao power, unleashing countless fragmented Dao techniques towards the Great Shaman.

(End of this chapter)