Longzang

Chapter 209 Overcoming Disaster
The swarm of flies blotted out the sun.

Wei Yuan sat in the chair, holding a cup in one hand, drinking tea that didn't exist at all, while reaching out to catch a fly that had crawled into the room, trapping it in a clock and casually tossing it into the Dao Foundation.

Flies swarmed in one after another, one disappearing only to be replaced by another. But once inside, they would become dull and lifeless. Sometimes, if Wei Yuan stretched and didn't pay attention, one would fall headfirst onto the floor, its limbs twitching, unable to move.

At this moment, a small five-story tower also stood on the table, emitting an invisible aura. Together with the two towers on the window panel, there were a total of three towers suppressing mortals in the small space. The ghost fly itself was not of high rank, and being suppressed by the three towers, it naturally could not move.

Wei Yuan caught dozens of ghost flies and glanced towards the Witch Clan's direction. The Witch Clan's protective shelter was currently enveloped by a light barrier, upon which countless ghost flies were frantically feeding. However, the barrier was warm and resilient, and each fly could only gnaw a small amount. Even covered in flies, the barrier itself could sustain them for half an hour, not to mention the continuous replenishment.

Wei Yuan pointed, and a light shield appeared above the hut. There are hundreds of such Taoist techniques, and Wei Yuan knows at least seven or eight of them.

As soon as the light shield appeared, it was covered with ghost flies. Wei Yuan felt his Dao power rapidly draining away, unable to replenish the energy he had consumed. In the blink of an eye, it was completely devoured. In total, he hadn't even lasted ten breaths.

Wei Yuan, feeling somewhat embarrassed, switched to an advanced Dao technique. The resulting protective shield was orange-yellow, clearly not an ordinary item. This technique doubled the defensive power, but consumed three times the Dao power. In the Dao technique system, this was a rare advancement.

The effect and power of a Dao technique are basically fixed, with only a few exceptions where they change depending on the grade of Dao power. It's quite normal to need three times the Dao power to achieve only one-fold improvement; going further up the ranks, even dozens of times the Dao power might not yield the same effect.

As soon as the clear yellow light barrier appeared, Wei Yuan's Dao power surged out like a floodgate being opened. This time, the light barrier lasted longer, a full thirty breaths, but in essence, there was no difference.

Wei Yuan also possessed an even more advanced defensive Dao technique, consuming thirty times the Dao power, and its defensive strength was three times that of the basic version. Wei Yuan felt there was no need to use this Dao technique anymore, lest he invite humiliation upon himself.

These two methods reveal the terror of the Nether Flies; without constructing fortifications, neither the Daoist arts nor the primordial spirit can resist them.

However, the light shield on the Wu Clan's defensive shed was silently mocking Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan stood up abruptly, estimated the distance between the two sides, and then took out a long cauldron. He filled it with a five-story pagoda, placed it at the window, and aimed it at the Wu Clan's protective shed.

The five-tiered pagoda emerged from the cauldron, spanning dozens of miles, and slammed into the Wu Clan's light shield!
The light shield was exceptionally thick and viscous, trapping the small tower within it, unable to advance or retreat. But the next moment, with a thought from Wei Yuan, the five-layered tower suddenly exploded, and the raging storm of Dao power caused the light shield to flicker.

The witches inside the protective tent were all shaken and staggered. One witch rolled into Sacred Heart's arms, and another witch pressed down on Hui Xin's back.

"What happened?" the priestess cried out in alarm.

Shengxin finally became serious, glancing at Wei Yuan with a hint of heartache, and said in a deep voice, "He self-destructed his Dao Foundation, alas... a self-destruction of a Ground-rank Dao Foundation, that's why the power was so great... Hmm? Ground-rank?"

Saint Heart suddenly felt something was wrong. How could this opponent only be at the Earth Rank? There shouldn't be many like him even among those at the Immortal Foundation stage.

He hurriedly looked outside and saw flashes of light as one five-tiered tower after another bombarded this direction! At this moment, Wei Yuan endured the needle-like pain in his consciousness, and after bombarding out one five-tiered tower, he would have another one in his hand. Then he would fill it into the long cauldron, add Dao power, and then blast it out. It would explode after hitting the Wu Clan's light shield.

The five-tiered pagoda is equivalent to a low-level Dao foundation, and its self-destruction power is a qualitative leap compared to before. Even a Great Witch's protective shield visibly weakens after just one pagoda strikes. Wei Yuan estimates that three or four strikes would reduce the shield's strength by ten percent, so his spirits lifted. Since his senior sister gave him the five-tiered pagoda, Wei Yuan has made several whenever he has free time; currently, there are over fifty small pagodas beside Jade Mountain.

Under the relentless bombardment of the Zhenfan Tower, even the Great Witch's desperate efforts to channel his magic power could not prevent the defensive shield from weakening, and in the blink of an eye, it was on the verge of collapse.

Suddenly, an arc of light appeared in the sky, slicing the two incoming Zhenfan Towers into four pieces!
Wei Yuan endured the pain in his mind and looked over, only to see that the defensive shield had disappeared, apparently taken back by the great shaman. However, he had no choice but to take it back; how could defense possibly compete with offense? Even as a great shaman, he couldn't withstand Wei Yuan's relentless bombardment.

Without the protective shield, the Great Shaman, enraged, attacked and destroyed two of Wei Yuan's small towers, seemingly venting his anger.

However, Wei Yuan had already planned his next move and didn't bother arguing with the Great Shaman. He fired four or five small towers at the protective shed, each with an unpredictable trajectory. Two of the towers that were aimed directly at the shed were cut off by the Great Shaman, while the other three deviated significantly, landing several feet away, which the Great Shaman didn't bother with at all.

However, when Sacred Heart sensed the three rapidly erupting Dao forces, he suddenly understood and his expression changed drastically!
The three five-tiered towers that had missed their target also exploded one after another, the powerful shockwaves carrying dozens of ghost flies and countless boulders crashing onto the protective shed. The witch clan's protective shed was specifically designed to defend against ghost flies, and its own strength was rather weak; how could it withstand the impact of three close-range self-destruction of the Dao foundation?

It shook violently, deformed instantly, and the entire roof was blown away!
Countless ghost flies instantly swarmed towards the witch clan like sharks that had seen blood.

A ghost fly, which had been burrowing into Wei Yuan's hut and was in a daze, now felt the call from the underworld and actually tried to climb out of the window to attack the witch clan.

Wei Yuan reached out and grabbed the stinger of the ghost fly, then pulled it back and threw it into the Dao Foundation.

A beam of white light shot into the sky from the witch clan camp. Saint Heart, holding a witch in each hand, flew high into the air, protected by a milky-white light shield, heading in the opposite direction of the approaching ghost flies. In the blink of an eye, the light shield was covered in ghost flies, and countless flies swarmed towards it like a storm, transforming it into a gigantic fly ball over ten zhang tall!
The great shaman was indeed powerful; even so, his flying speed was still incredibly fast, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Several shrill screams rang out from the collapsed protective shed. The four sorcerers and sorceresses who had not managed to escape were covered in ghost flies and were devoured in the blink of an eye.

The scene was bloody and horrific, but it was not unexpected for Wei Yuan. His purpose in coming to the Netherworld was to destroy the kingdom of Youwu Shuli here, and at the same time, to kill as many Wu tribes as possible. As for exploration and gains, they were merely incidental.

After the witch clan fled, Wei Yuan became the sole target of the swarm of ghost flies. The hut was covered in ghost flies, which kept searching for an entrance, and then one by one they would crawl in through the window, snatching away each one that came in.

The vast majority of the flies, however, take off again, rejoin the swarm, and continue flying into the distance.

Half an hour later, the swarm of flies finally dispersed, and this bout of flies was finally over. Wei Yuan dismantled and retrieved the hut, then went to check on the witch clan's camp. It was a blank expanse, nothing remained; the dead witch clan members seemed to have never existed.

Wei Yuan didn't linger and returned to his own realm. This time, his gains were truly substantial; not only did he obtain a complete pair of short blades, but he also killed several powerful members of the Witch Clan.

(End of this chapter)