nyslfriends Chapter 1791 Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole for a Massacre!
Chapter 1791 Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole for a Massacre!
Then,
The owners of these dozen or so auras transformed into multiple streaks of light, each a different color but equally swift as lightning, tearing through the sky.
Ignoring the chaotic battlefield below, they shot towards the floating black chariot with an almost pilgrimage-like posture.
Where the streak of light passed...
Even the void itself was left with subtle traces of distortion.
In the blink of an eye.
More than a dozen figures descended in front of the chariot almost simultaneously, kneeling on one knee in the void, heads bowed in respect.
They varied in build; some were as burly as mountains, others as lean as lightning...
Without exception, they all emanated an abyss-like, unfathomable energy fluctuation.
Shockingly!
They were all terrifying old monsters at the Half-Saint Realm!
These beings, who would normally rule any sea and stir up storms, now restrained all their arrogance before the war chariot.
All that remained was absolute respect and obedience.
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense due to the gathering of these semi-saints.
It was like the stillness before a storm.
After a brief silence, a calm, indifferent yet authoritative voice slowly emanated from within the chariot.
It clearly reached the ears of every half-monarch:
“Those small tribes that have submitted to our race… their strength has been almost completely exhausted.”
He paused slightly, then continued:
"If we continue to wear down the enemy like this, we will only lose troops without achieving any real results..."
It would also cause unnecessary losses to our own clan.
These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.
Immediately, a half-saint old monster, clad in blood-red scales and seemingly the most impatient, spoke up in agreement, his voice booming like thunder:
"The clan leader is wise!"
The races that have sided with the Xuan Turtle Clan are already more numerous than our vassal races. In a war of attrition, it is indeed disadvantageous for us in the long run!
We can no longer let our sons make unnecessary sacrifices!
Another elderly man, hunched over and holding a snake-headed cane, spoke slowly, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness:
"Clan leader, I also believe that the time has come."
The groundwork laid in the early stages has been sufficient, and the enemy's morale has been somewhat worn down by our forces. Now is the time to deliver the final blow with our superior strength!
Make a decisive decision!
"Seconded!"
"Please, Chieftain, make your judgment!"
"I am willing to follow the clan leader and fight to the death!"
The other semi-saints also expressed their opinions, their voices ranging from somber to impassioned, but their meanings were remarkably consistent—
The war of attrition should end; it's time for the final showdown.
Also at this moment.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to solidify, and the sea remained calm and still.
Even the distant roars from the battlefield seemed to have fallen into an eerie low.
All the half-saints' gazes were focused on the chariot, which shone with restrained brilliance yet exuded a heart-pounding aura, awaiting the final command.
They held their breath, and even the slightest sound of their robes rubbing together could be clearly heard. A heavy pressure, like the impending storm, filled the air.
Followed by.
Inside the chariot, shimmering with light, came Shark Minghong's familiar, indifferent voice.
The voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to possess a strange penetrating power, clearly echoing in the ears of every powerful individual.
It even caused their internal magical power to ripple slightly.
"By my order, the entire army shall move out!"
"As ordered!"
"As ordered!"
"···"
In an instant,
The group of semi-saints standing with their heads bowed before the chariot bowed and clasped their fists, accepting the order.
The unified, resolute voices broke through some of the stagnant atmosphere.
A series of powerful auras rose uncontrollably, revealing the unease in the owner's heart.
Immediately afterward, Sha Minghong's voice rang out again, his tone steady yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"As for you, and the other semi-saint cultivators of other subordinate races, I have only one request:"
He paused briefly, as if to imprint every word deep into the hearts of everyone present.
"I do not ask you to kill your opponent, but you must hold him back."
"After all!" This last word was emphasized, carrying a hint of coldness.
"The alliance led by the Xuan Turtle Clan does indeed have far more cultivators at the Half-Saint Realm than we do."
Hearing this clear instruction, rather than being forced to fight a desperate battle with fewer troops...
The group of semi-saints breathed a sigh of relief.
The invisible pressure, stemming from the vast disparity in numbers and the possibility of their demise, vanished completely.
Although the Xuan Turtle Clan-led camp had more than twice the number of Half-Saints compared to their side,
However, if it is merely a matter of stalling for time, taking advantage of the fact that the higher the level of skill, the more difficult it is to determine a winner, they are still very confident.
After all, at their level, defeating them might be possible.
But to completely annihilate them...
Unless attacked by several times more cultivators of the same level,
Or perhaps a powerful expert at the Nascent Soul stage will intervene.
Or perhaps, they would encounter legendary, transcendent powerhouses like Cheng Buzheng, 'Shark Minghong', or the High Priest.
Otherwise, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.
These two concepts are fundamentally different.
Because killing a half-saint level expert of the same realm is extremely difficult!
Just as the group of semi-saintly old monsters calmed down a little,
Some have even begun secretly plotting how to more effectively restrain their opponents...
Shark Minghong's voice continued from inside the chariot, this time carrying an air of domineering confidence and a thrilling promise:
"Once I suppress their trump card, it will be time for my clan to unify the True Dragon Sea!"
"At that time, we will distribute what you need according to your merits."
"Distribute what is needed by each person according to their merits!"
When these eight words clearly reached their ears, the bodies of all the semi-saints trembled imperceptibly.
Why did they submit to Shar Minghong and risk their lives to participate in this conquest that swept across the True Dragon Sea?
Isn't it all for that slim chance of a breakthrough, for those spiritual objects that can help them glimpse the path to becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator?
At this moment, hope is clearly laid out before them, directly linked to their hard work and achievements!
Faced with such an opportunity that directly points to the essence of the Great Dao, their excitement was beyond words.
If the occasion weren't serious, he would almost let out a long howl.
At the same time, a surge of fighting spirit ignited within the chests of the group of semi-elder monsters, almost bursting out of their chests and soaring into the sky.
Their eyes sharpened, and the magical energy around them became noticeably more active and powerful.
Inside the chariot...
Through the seemingly ordinary yet actually protective beaded curtain that blocked divine sense, Shark Minghong saw the burning desire and greed in the eyes of the group of half-saints below.
And he took in the subtle changes in their expressions, which revealed their determination to win.
A hint of satisfaction imperceptibly surfaced in his deep eyes.
The way to manage subordinates is to combine kindness and severity.
His lips twitched slightly, but his tone remained calm and even as he issued the final command:
"Go!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"···"
next moment,
The already impatient half-saints no longer hesitated, transforming into streaks of light of various colors, yet swift and sharp.
Like an arrow released from a bow, it tore through the stagnant air...
They charged headlong into the massive battlefield ahead, where the deafening roar and the intense collisions of various divine lights were unleashed!
Their magnificent momentum merged into one, stirring up the wind and clouds.
···
In one corner of the seemingly endless battlefield, the spiritual energy within a radius of tens of thousands of miles was in disarray, and the void trembled.
High above this chaotic region...
The battle between the two colossal creatures was particularly captivating, as their every move drew upon boundless spiritual energy.
One was a Xuan Turtle whose size exceeded a thousand feet, its shell as thick and heavy as a mountain.
Its natural patterns flow with an earthy yellow halo, and with each breath, it stirs up the spiritual energy within a hundred miles.
The other colossal creature was a demon resembling an ancient whale, covered in jet-black scales.
A dark, shimmering light flickered between the opening and closing of the scales.
Its enormous body stirred up the boundless clouds.
These two primordial behemoths have abandoned fancy supernatural powers and are engaging in hand-to-hand combat in the most primitive and bloody way.
The black tortoise crashed like a mountain, its sharp claws tearing;
The Blackscale Whale Demon charged like a bolt of black lightning, its massive body savagely crashing into the air, its giant tail sweeping out with a piercing, tearing sound.
Each collision caused the surrounding void to tremble violently, like fragile glass. The shockwaves spread out in visible rings, making the void turbulent.
even!
Some weaker demons, unable to escape in time, were swept away by the terrifying aftershocks of the battle, thousands of miles away.
In an instant, it turned to dust, its form and spirit utterly destroyed.
suddenly!
From the far end of the void, a cold, emotionless shout pierced through the clamor of the battlefield and resounded clearly throughout this land!
"die!"
The sound seemed to contain terrifying power, causing the two colossal beings, locked in fierce combat, to momentarily halt their movements.
next moment.
A streak of extreme black light, seemingly ignoring the distance in space,
With a terrifying speed that surpasses even divine perception, it traversed the endless void!
Wherever it passed, it left a black mark in the space that could not be healed for a long time.
It was as if the heavens and earth had been ripped open with a wound.
The two demon lords had barely sensed the danger and didn't even have time to assume a defensive stance...
The black light, carrying an overwhelming and destructive power, descended upon the head of the Xuan Turtle Demon Lord!
boom--! ! !
A deafening explosion, far louder than any previous collision, resounded throughout the area.
It was as if a thunderclap from the heavens had exploded in my ears.
The terrifying sound waves even paused the fighting on the battlefield below.
The light at the epicenter of the explosion was so blinding that it was impossible to look directly at it.
After the destructive light and energy subsided slightly, we looked again...
The giant tortoise, which had just been fiercely fighting the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan Demon Lord, had vanished without a trace.
The void where it once stood is now filled with countless jagged fragments of carapace, each the size of a millstone, still carrying remnants of energy.
Like dim stars that have lost all their light, they fell one after another downwards.
Look closely...
Those countless fragments, which once shone with a brilliant earthy yellow luster, were the natal tortoise shells of the Xuan Turtle Clan, renowned throughout the world and known as having the strongest defense among those of the same level!
Obviously.
This Xuan Turtle Clan demon lord, whose defensive capabilities were considered among the best in his class, was caught off guard by this sudden, terrifying, and incomprehensible attack...
It didn't even manage a brief scream.
Along with its powerful demonic soul, it was completely wiped out in an instant and perished on the spot!
Just as countless fragments of tortoise shells, imbued with immense demonic power, fell like a meteor shower...
hum!
The moment a subtle spatial fluctuation occurred...
Suddenly, an old man, dressed in a wide black robe and with a thin frame, appeared out of thin air like a ghost and stood silently in mid-air.
He didn't exude any powerful aura, yet the entire world seemed to grow chilling and oppressive.
See this.
The whale-like behemoth, thousands of feet in size and covered in black scales, rippled with a faint, water-like radiance in the void.
A flash of light,
Its massive, mountain-like body rapidly shrank and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Instead, there was a middle-aged cultivator wearing close-fitting black armor, with a resolute face and a look of lingering fear in his eyes.
The moment the middle-aged cultivator appeared, he immediately suppressed his surging blood and qi, and bowed deeply to the seemingly ordinary old man in black robes, his tone filled with sincere gratitude and awe:
"Thank you so much, elder, for saving us!"
Hear the words.
A barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed in the black-robed old man's usually calm eyes.
He casually raised his hand, and a gentle force lifted the middle-aged cultivator up, his voice calm yet carrying a subtle hint of satisfaction:
"good."
"You've managed to fight this Xuan Turtle Clan cultivator, who excels in defense, to this extent?"
To maintain the upper hand after a long and arduous battle is truly remarkable and something to be proud of.
His gaze swept over the spot where the Xuan Turtle Demon Lord had been annihilated, and he said calmly:
"Even without my intervention, this fiend has already expended a great deal of magical power."
Even after a prolonged battle, we are still unable to defeat you; your defeat is only a matter of time.
"..."
The elder's casual remark only instilled a chilling aura in the middle-aged man in black armor.
At the same time, a sense of pride welled up within me.
He knew that this was already the highest praise from this respected elder in the clan.
Such astonishing scenes, where top-tier experts suddenly intervene and instantly turn the tide of a local battle...
This same brutal and devastating scene was repeated time and again in this vast battlefield that spanned an immense sea area.
the other side!
The alliance, led by the Xuan Turtle Clan, operated in the rear, far from the bloody battlegrounds on the front lines...
A colossal palace, entirely forged from millennia-old cold jade and deep-sea black iron, floats silently in the sky.
The palace was surrounded by shimmering light and faintly visible runes, isolating it from the outside noise and energy storms, creating an eerie and tranquil area.
however,
Beneath this tranquil exterior, the atmosphere inside the palace was heavy.
There was even a hint of anxiety in the air.
Suppressed arguing echoed throughout the hall.
What comes into view...
The main hall was extremely spacious, with a high dome. More than twenty figures stood scattered around, their auras subtly confronting each other.
These cultivators varied in appearance; some had white hair and youthful faces, some had faces as youthful as teenagers, and others had the composed demeanor of middle-aged men…
Without exception, they were all surrounded by an aura as obscure as an abyss.
It was merely the natural aura emanating from it...
This made the air inside the hall almost solidify, and even the light seemed slightly distorted.
Each and every one of them is a powerful figure at the semi-saint level, capable of ruling a region and dominating the world!
now!
These twenty-odd individuals represent the semi-saint level combat power of the alliance led by the Xuan Turtle Clan...
The situation is at a stalemate!
...(End of this chapter)