Longzang

Chapter 504 Who dares to fight to the death?

At midnight, the Wu tribe's altars were all in place, and they began a full-scale attack.

This time, the three altars cast blood curses, but Qingming now possesses the unparalleled Dao Domain, greatly reducing the power of the blood curses. Mortals died in batches of a dozen or so, no longer falling in hundreds or thousands at the same time as before.

Wei Yuan patiently waited until all three blood curses were fully activated and all the necessary sacrificial power was used before activating the power of his Dao Domain to dispel all three blood curses in one fell swoop.

Dozens of shamans on the three altars suddenly collapsed and died without a sound. Only the high shamans who were presiding over the ceremony survived, but they were all weakened and seriously injured. The high shamans immediately flew onto the altars, carried away the surviving shamans, and were all filled with surprise and doubt.

Wei Yuan's counterattack was extremely fierce. Countless wizards around the altar showed panic, not understanding what had happened. How could the blood curse, which had consumed a huge amount of sacrificial power, suddenly disappear, and why were the wizards who cast the spell so badly killed or injured?
Wei Yuan remained expressionless, but in reality, Qingming's remaining nurturing power had decreased by nearly half. However, according to the information left by the immortal, the Wu Clan's consumption should be ten times that of Qingming. Now it was a battle between Qingming's nurturing power and the Wu Clan's sacrificial power; it would be a matter of who could bear it longer and give up first.

The remaining three altars of the Witch Clan were used to strengthen the power of heaven and earth in the Witch Domain, directly compressing the Azure Netherworld Domain, leaving Wei Yuan unable to retaliate.

However, with the Peerless Dao Domain, the stability of the Azure Netherworld Domain is multiplied, making it much more difficult to compress.

It was the dead of night, the height of the Wu Clan's power, and they had amplified the power of heaven and earth with the altar, thus compressing the Azure Netherworld Realm by fifty miles. Originally, the compression was intended to be a hundred miles, but with the activation of the Peerless Dao Domain, the effectiveness of the Wu magic in this aspect was greatly reduced.

However, retreating fifty miles would also be fatal, as the entire city of Ding'an would be exposed outside the boundary.

At the heart of the Witch Clan's army, a shaman towering three zhang tall raised his drumsticks and began to beat the war drum. His entire body glowed with a blood-red light, his aura intensely fierce; he was clearly a primordial shaman. The towering war drum before him was crafted from the hide of a celestial-level demon, and a single beat could imbue ten thousand men with a bloodthirsty power.

Upon seeing this shaman, Wei Yuan felt a chill, but he wasn't surprised. Shamans weren't exclusive to the Desolate Ancestor Tribe. Having suffered a great loss in the battle at Red Leaf, they would definitely go back to seek reinforcements.

Bloodlust rose in swathes from the vanguard of the Wu tribe, instantly turning them into ferocious, bloodthirsty warriors who roared as they charged forward.

Taking advantage of the fact that the boundary power of Ding'an City had not completely dissipated, Wei Yuan activated the city's defense array, then unleashed full firepower to defend the city, while the railguns began launching missiles to bombard the Wu tribe.

The high shamans in the shamanic army tried to intercept, but the human cultivators also controlled the missiles to dodge. The missile trajectories were unpredictable, but many still managed to land successfully, each one taking the lives of thousands of shamanic soldiers.

The witch army surged forth like a tide, all at once. The azure sky stood like a dam, shattering the first wave upon its banks.

The Witch Army unleashed its bloodlust with the Sky-Piercing War Drums, while the Azure Nether Guards unleashed the power of the Instant Life. The Witch Army's vanguard was already on average one level higher than ordinary humans, and their combat strength increased by another level after activating Bloodlust.

However, in an instant, all living beings can directly elevate mortals by two levels, making them slightly stronger than ordinary human mortals. With the added protection of muskets, bunkers, city defense cannons, and missiles, one mortal can basically be exchanged for two witch soldiers.

In Wei Yuan's perception, as soon as the two armies clashed, the aura of his own soldiers vanished en masse. And in the fortress area he personally guarded, the fighting was exceptionally bloody and brutal. The first two layers of the fortress fell completely in less than half an hour, with all of the tens of thousands of defenders inside perishing.

The Wu Clan deployed six legions to Wei Yuan's side this time, three in front and three behind, forcing Wei Yuan into a brutal war.

With a thought, Wei Yuan summoned several special missiles. The missiles exploded high in the sky at various locations, and several extremely intense white lights suddenly lit up the sky above the battlefield, illuminating an area of ​​about a hundred miles in an instant!
This light was extremely irritating to the eyes of the witch tribe, while humans only found it dazzling. In an instant, countless witch warriors screamed and covered their eyes, while the humans seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently again, and the three small fortresses at the forefront began to explode one after another. It turned out that Wei Yuan had secretly planted explosives underground. The Wu tribe was only concerned with guarding against missiles from the sky, and did not expect that the fortresses they had captured were all barrels of explosives.

Then the two armies clashed and fought each other along a battle line that stretched for more than ten miles.

At the center of the battle line, the young monk Honglian's face had become extremely ferocious. He held a jade knife in one hand and a vajra pestle in the other. Within a radius of more than ten feet around him, endless waves of blood appeared, but in the darkness, no one noticed anything unusual.

The witch warriors who enter the sea of ​​blood will immediately become drowsy and slow to move.

The young monk unleashed streaks of sword light, each ten feet long, slicing through more than a dozen witch warriors in half with a single stroke. His demon-subduing pestle unleashed wisps of dark golden light. These wisps, several feet in diameter, caused any witch warrior touched by them and then engulfed in a sea of ​​blood to have their eyes explode and die spitting blood moments later.

Wei Yuan had noticed the little monk, but this was the first time he had seen him fighting in the army.

The young monk's every move seemed unremarkable, but his killing spree was incredibly efficient and terrifying; dozens of witch soldiers would die around him every moment. In less than an hour, he had already killed over five thousand witch soldiers!

Wherever the little monk's blood sea passed, the morale of the witch army seemed to lose its effect, and witch warriors, nobles, and great witches all became extremely weak.

Seeing this, Wei Yuan realized the little monk's special nature. He specialized in slaughtering Wu tribe warriors below the Dao Foundation level. Whether they were commoners or elites, once they entered his sea of ​​blood, they would not survive more than five breaths.

However, if a powerful Daoist master or a great shaman appears, the Peacock Buddha Mother, hidden within the army, will intervene. The Peacock Buddha Mother's attack method is also strange, frequently involving clasping her hands in prayer.

Even a great shaman, once stained with the blood of a young monk, would instantly lose half his life if bowed to by the Peacock Mother. The clever ones could turn and run and survive, but the slower ones would be barely alive after being bowed to once more, and would certainly die after three bows.

The two monks worked together seamlessly, and within an hour, the Peacock Buddha Mother had killed three great witches and nearly a hundred other witches of various strength, blood, and magic types.

The two monks were constantly surrounded by primordial energy, which mingled with the surrounding killing intent, karma, and bloodshed. Their astonishing achievements were evident from the continuous flow of this bounty from heaven and earth.

For a time, the two of them found themselves on the verge of a counterattack!
Seeing this, Wei Yuan wondered, wasn't the little monk afraid of the karma from slaughtering ordinary witches? The Peacock Buddha Mother's karma didn't seem much better. But the Peacock Buddha Mother seemed unfazed, so Wei Yuan guessed that the little monk either had a special foundation or extraordinary luck, making him unafraid of karma. Looking at the sea of ​​blood surrounding him, he might even be using karma to cultivate.

The local battle situation did not affect the overall battlefield situation.

At this time, the front lines were fiercely contested, and the city walls of Ding'an had changed hands several times. Wei Yuan gave orders almost mechanically: send in ten thousand men, fire until they are all shot; send in another ten thousand men, fire until they are all shot again.

Finally, the city's defensive formations could not withstand the strain and went out completely. This time, Wei Yuan did not send anyone to the front city wall. Instead, he withdrew the troops from the city to the outside in advance and used the rear city wall as the new front line, where he began to garrison and fight.

Every moment, tens of thousands of soldiers on both sides are dying.

Suddenly, cries rang out from the battlefield below Wei Yuan. It was the refugees from Zhao. They had been stationed at the very back, thinking this battle wouldn't be their turn. But they hadn't expected the Wu tribe's army to be so large, pushing all the way to the last line of defense!

Many refugees cried out and threw down their weapons, trying to flee. But Wei Yuan had three thousand death-defying warriors among them, a portion of the original eighty thousand.

These assassins immediately shouted to stop them, and even slashed down dozens of those who tried to escape. Then they were the first to scale the city walls and began a desperate battle with the witch clan.

The refugees from Zhao were trembling with fear when an invisible force descended from the sky, instantly making them feel incredibly powerful.

Then, one after another, faint curtains of light descended, instantly turning the eyes of the refugees within them bloodshot. They lost all fear and became incredibly violent. Seeing someone leading the bloody battle, they immediately roared and scaled the city walls, beginning a bloody and desperate fight.

Feng Chutang emerged from the darkness and nodded to Wei Yuan. He looked exhausted, and there was a noticeable bluish-black tinge between his eyebrows.

Without pausing, the two immediately flew to the next fortress with refugees from Zhao, and dealt with them in the same way. Wei Yuan blessed all living beings in an instant, while Feng Chutang released the Heroic Souls of a Hundred Battles.

After all four fortresses were dealt with, patches of blue veins appeared on Feng Chutang's face, making him look particularly ferocious. His movements also became sluggish, as if he were carrying a heavy mountain on his back.

"I need to... go... take a rest..." Feng Chutang barely managed to maintain flight, slowly flying towards the core of the realm.

At that moment, Wei Yuan suddenly heard a crisp cracking sound. Turning his head, he saw that the sound came from the little monk. A blood vessel in the corner of his eye had burst, turning his entire eye blood red, and veins were bulging on his forehead, turning his once handsome face into a ferocious and terrifying one. The sea of ​​blood around him had noticeably increased, becoming almost tangible, and was surging like a raging torrent.

The Peacock Buddha Mother chanted a Buddhist prayer and said, "Let's stop here."

The little monk gritted his teeth and said, "It's alright, I can hold on for a while longer. My mind won't be at peace until I kill them all... How come there are so many damn Wu Clan members!"

Peacock Mother sighed and continued the battle.

Half an hour later, the entire fourth layer of fortifications fell, and all 50,000 Zhao refugees perished in battle. The Wu tribe left behind nearly 100,000 corpses.

The young monk had just slain his 15,000th enemy when suddenly his blood boiled, his eyes exploded, and two long jets of blood spurted out. But he merely let out a soft groan and remained standing! The surrounding witch clan was terrified and dared not approach.

The Peacock Mother sighed softly, picked up the little monk, and turned to leave. He walked on air, leaving a blood-red footprint with each step.

Wei Yuan's gaze shifted again, and he saw more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators fighting their way out of the witch formation army, with two people in the middle carrying Xu Henshui. At this moment, Xu Henshui's left arm was gone, and there was a large, gaping hole in his abdomen; he was unconscious. However, gifts from heaven and earth continued to pour down from above, clearly not just one.

It seems that Xu Henshui fought several Great Witches above the Witch Clan, was severely wounded, and fell into the enemy's ranks, where he was desperately rescued by these cultivators. However, of the fifty Foundation Establishment cultivators who went in, only twelve came out.

There are far too many witches. Not only are there many ordinary warriors, but the number of great witches is several times that of human dharma bodies.

As dawn approached, the Wu tribe showed no signs of retreating and continued to send waves of troops into battle.

In Wei Yuan's eyes, he could see countless souls crying and wandering in the air, and he could see teams of mortals entering the battle line and then dying in battle.

Suddenly, a surge of anger welled up within him. Wei Yuan took out a Yang Bullet and shouted, "Red Leaf! I've heard you were once a top-tier Netherworld Witch. Do you dare to fight me to the death?!"

Wei Yuan's voice resounded throughout the battlefield, while Hong Ye stared at the Yang bullet in Wei Yuan's hand with a solemn expression.

Wei Yuan waited a moment, but there was no response, so he cursed, "Useless!"

He soared into the sky, his back to the rising sun, facing the entire army of witches, and roared once more: "Who has three thousand years of lifespan and dares to fight me to the death?!"

After a moment of silence, the Wu army sounded the retreat horn.

(End of this chapter)