Longzang

Chapter 192 My Turn

Wei Yuan couldn't resist and activated the third Instantaneous Life for the northwestern city.

The underground passages were interconnected, and enemies constantly attacked from all directions. Those who were originally weak had suddenly become incredibly powerful, their strength more than doubling, and their speed doubling as well. They also wielded many short clubs that were still glowing with embers. Many of the witch warriors, caught completely off guard, died instantly, without even knowing how they had died.

In the blink of an eye, the more than three thousand witch warriors who rushed into the ground were reduced to five hundred.

Wei Yuan silently took out a mask and put it on his face.

Bao Yun appeared beside Wei Yuan and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wei Yuan took a deep breath and said, "I made a wrong decision. I can't risk the lives of more than ten thousand people to increase my chances of victory, no matter how small. As the commander, I shouldn't let that chance slip by."

Bao Yun suddenly smiled and said, "Since it's such a trivial opportunity, it's no big deal to let it go. A true commander would never be so petty."

She took a mask from her bosom and handed it to Wei Yuan, saying, "Your mask is too ugly, use mine."

Wei Yuan subconsciously took the mask, only to realize that Bao Yun's mask didn't seem to be one of the ones they bought in a whole truckload last time; it was her own. The mask was serene, mysterious, and somewhat alluring, with faint starlight shimmering on her skin.

Compared to Wei Yuan's own silver ghost mask, this mask was indeed extremely beautiful, but Wei Yuan felt that it would make him look a little effeminate if he wore it.

Without hesitation, he immediately put on Bao Yun's mask, a decision that surprised even Bao Yun.

At this moment, the Wu tribe army had reached the center of the territory and was changing formation as it marched, transforming into an attack formation. The entire formation change was skillful and smooth, with powerful cavalry patrolling both flanks, giving the enemy no chance whatsoever.

The main hall where Qingming was located was indefensible, so Wei Yuan deployed 10,000 of his main forces here, with the remaining 2,000 lying in ambush on the side. Wei Yuan himself led 200 cavalry to set up a formation on the peak, just to see how much the enemy commander valued him.

The chief general of the Wu tribe stood on the high platform and forcefully struck the war drum. The heavy drumbeats seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present, causing their heartbeats to unconsciously follow the rhythm of the drums.

Once the Wu Clan's formation was fully deployed, the Wu Clan's commander roared, echoing throughout the heavens and earth. Then, billowing green energy rose from all the Wu Clan warriors, stretching out in continuous waves to resist the erosion of the human realm.

At this moment, the green mist above the Wu Clan army's formation was so thick it was almost tangible, completely protecting all the Wu Clan warriors. Given the speed at which Qingming eroded the formation, it would likely take several hours for the green mist to dissipate. This was the strength of the Wu Clan's elite forces; even within a top-tier human realm like Qingming, they could roam freely for several hours without being weakened.

The war shaman on the high platform struck the war drum once more, this time with a measured pace. Tens of thousands of shamanic soldiers marched forward to the beat of the drum, each step causing the earth to tremble. The clattering of their footsteps was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, striking straight to the heart!
Although Wei Yuan's 10,000-strong main force had undergone the longest training, in reality, it didn't even meet the basic training requirements for new recruits in the Great Tang army's regulations. Now, facing an overwhelming enemy force several times their size, many soldiers were ashen-faced. Some veterans began to howl like wild beasts to mask their inner fear.

If the formation hadn't been so close together, some people might have already tried to escape.

Tens of thousands of Wu tribe soldiers marched in with perfectly synchronized steps, the green aura above their heads forming a ten-zhang-high wall of energy that pressed down with each step.

Behind Wei Yuan, Wang Yu's eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and tears, tinged with red, rolled down her cheeks. She said, "They have too many Foundation Establishment cultivators. We can't win. We're completely outmatched!" It seems I'm not a qualified commander... Wei Yuan pointed his spear forward and said, "We only have a thousand cavalry ahead of us. I'll go first, you all watch!"

Wei Yuan rode alone, becoming one with his horse, charging towards the thousand cavalrymen in front of him!
These witch knights weren't riding poisonous lizards, but rather llamas, a breed unique to the Northern Regions. Their two enormous horns were inlaid with gleaming iron spikes. The llamas were tall, no less imposing than warhorses, so the knights on their backs were all tall and strong, clad in heavy armor—clearly far superior to the poisonous lizard knights.

Wei Yuan moved with incredible speed, reaching the front of the cavalry in the blink of an eye. He leaped from his horse, his spear blazing with a platinum-gold light. Wei Yuan brought his spear down in mid-air, the platinum-gold light on it surging and transforming into a waterfall of light dozens of feet long, slamming into the center of the cavalry. The dozen or so knights at the forefront fell to the ground dead without uttering a sound.

Compared to the entire cavalry unit, the casualties of a dozen or so riders were insignificant. However, the once-unified green aura of the cavalry unit had been split in two, and its connection to the main formation had been severed. Less than half of the green aura remained in this thousand-strong cavalry unit.

The shaman on the high platform missed a beat in his drumbeat, utterly shocked. That was a cavalry force that had swept across the northern frontier, capable of withstanding the Liao cavalry's elite troops—not some ragtag bunch! Did this mean that the combined might of a thousand cavalrymen could be shattered by just two shots from this man?!

He couldn't even recall which great shaman could do it.

Wei Yuan charged straight through the gap in the cavalry, his spear ablaze, leaving a long trail of white-gold flames, as he charged toward the witch army's formation.

The tens of thousands of troops of the Wu Clan formed a unified force, resembling a majestic green mountain peak, while Wei Yuan, like a white-gold meteor, crashed headlong into it.

The mountain tilted!
Wei Yuan could only charge forward a few dozen feet into the formation before he could go no further, so he spurred his horse and turned back. The surrounding Wu tribe warriors immediately surrounded him, giving him no room to accelerate.

Wei Yuan raised his spear high and slammed it heavily onto the ground. Within a radius of more than ten feet, countless white-gold rays of light erupted from the ground, and the green energy melted away like ice and snow. All the Wu Clan soldiers that touched it were burned as if by raging fire, and faint white-gold flames ignited on their bodies.

Being tainted by this flame seemed extremely painful. Even the witch warriors, who were protected by spells and were not afraid of pain, were writhing on the ground in agony. The formation in this corner immediately fell into chaos. Wei Yuan took the opportunity to break out, passing through the cavalry who had not yet had time to restore their formation, and returned to the foot of the main peak.

As soon as Wei Yuan returned, Wang Yu said, "Seventeen wounds."

Wei Yuan was startled, only then beginning to feel the pain. He scanned the area with his divine sense and saw about ten arrows embedded in his back and legs, like hedgehogs. He had no idea what the witch clan had used to shoot them. Adding the several cuts on his thighs, there were a total of seventeen wounds.

This guy's cunning is truly formidable.

Xu Yi suddenly exclaimed, "It smells so good!"

Only then did Wei Yuan catch a faint scent of osmanthus blossoms. Looking at the still-burning platinum flames on the spearhead, he realized that his Dao power seemed to have been tainted by a trace of the osmanthus's aura. A celestial object is indeed a celestial object; Wei Yuan had only absorbed a tiny bit of its aura, yet the power of his Dao techniques had undergone a qualitative leap.

Taking advantage of the slight disarray in the Wu tribe's army formation, Wei Yuan immediately ordered his troops to engage the enemy, and his main force of 10,000 men began to advance.

(End of this chapter)