Chapter Three Hundred and Eighteen – Human Wrecking Ball (1/2)

Chapter Three Hundred and Eighteen – Human Wrecking Ball

Zuo Mo and Lil’ Miss looked at each other, and understood what the other was thinking.

It hadn’t been long but Vermillion Bird Camp completely finished their recovery. The supplies of Vermillion Bird Camp was generous, and each person carried enough jingshi so that they could quickly recover ling power. He glanced at Shu Long. Noticing Shu Long’s nearly imperceptible nod, he had to silently praise the powerful recovery speed of mo skills.

The power inside his body had also silently recovered. The strength of the Great Day mo physique far surpassed both the Guard Camp and his imagination.

Zuo Mo straightened his spine and looked at the three troops opposite him. His heart was filled with the belief that they would win!

The silent feeling of confidence had formed between these people without their own knowledge.

He shifted his body. Almost at the same moment, Vermillion Bird Camp and Guard Camp started to move.

Vermillion Bird Camp was like a gust of clear wind. As the troop gathered and scattered, it was ethereal and nimble, carrying its unique sharp killing intent that was like a blade. While the Guard Camp was like a dense steel flood. They were not quick, but they were a tyrannical wave of destruction.

Zuo Mo was at the very front of the troop. He pressed his lips together tightly, his eyes slightly slowed as his body stood straight like a spear. The Sonic Lightning Walnuts that flew around his body drew out threads of silver light.

On his left rear flank was Vermillion Bird Camp waiting to act. If one looked closely, they would find the entire Vermillion Bird Camp was like a compressed spring that was silently trembling and filled with the aura of danger. Gongsun Cha did not sit on the broad Green Cloud Sword like he usually did. He had stood up, his eyes curving into crescents, and a shy smile on his face. A blade-like light flashed through the eyes of the Vermillion Bird Camp xiuzhe.

On his right rear flank, the Guard Camp was silent and motionless. They were like a troop of battle servants from thousands of years ago. Shu Long was at the very center of the troop, steady and murderous, yet motionless. The black heavy armor encased them tightly, and separated them from the outside. The fiendishness from the slightly lowered eyes made people feel the battle intent roiling away behind this deathly silent flood!

Zuo Mo and his people’s movements instantly attracted everyone’s attention. Tian Ling Zi’s trio changed expression. They commandedtheir troops to retreat fifty zhang. Zuo Mo’s action of taking out twenty Sonic Lightning Walnutshad destroyed their notions of taking advantage of the situation, but the news that came had given them the hope they could share in the spoils.

They had made the decision to not provoke the Master of Golden Crow City. As long as they managed to keep track of him, then after tomorrow’s battle they would receive some merit. They prepared to distance themselves at any moment.

Zuo Mo decided to fight quickly.

He raised his right hand and then chopped down hard. “Kill!”

A cold light flashed through Lil’ Miss’ crescent eyes. Vermillion Bird Camp who had been waiting for the signal suddenly exploded. Hundreds of sword energies tore the air!

Howls shrieked through the air.

Shu Long gave a low shout, “Kill!”

The black energy shifted and twisted. Thousands of black energy threads gathered and formed a black flood in the general shape of a snake. Waves of deep shrieks came from in inside.

The sky seemed to have suddenly darkened.

The aura of destruction and the terrifying killing energy filled the sky. Everyone paled.

The trio felt their limbs turn cold. Each of them had pale faces. Only now did they realize how idiotic their ideas were! Regret filled Tian Ling Zi’s heart. At this time, he could only shout at the top of his lungs, “Retr… …”

His pupils suddenly expanded. He lowered his head, and saw a hand bursting out from his chest.

The xiuzhe around Tian Ling Zi looked at him as though they saw a ghost. The terror inside their eyes spread through their hearts like spiderwebs.

A figure with golden wings on its back disappeared from their field of view.

This attack was flawless!

The Light Void Wings on his back lightly flapped, and a rich flow of power seemed to flood in like the tide. His figure was like lightning and flew out a great distance. Zuo Mo did not feel any panic at being in battle. His mind was unusually serene. He carefully experienced the power from the Light Void Wings behind his back. Under the terrifying power, it was not an easy matter to control his posture.

This battle, however, was the perfect chance to learn.

As for the Sonic Lightning Walnuts, wastefulness was shameful … …

The Light Void Wings on his back shook, and his vision blurred. He appeared half a zhang in front of a xiuzhe.

Uh-oh!

Zuo Mo who had just been very smug made a strange sound. Before he could react, he smashed onto the other’s ling shield.

Ping!

The ling shield instantly broke. Zuo Mo’s earlier momentum did not dissipate, and heavily collided with the other..

Zuo Mo only heard a wail and the sound of bones breaking. It was like he hit a sandbag. He unconsciously moved the Light Void Wings on his back. A strong force passed over, and his figure uncontrollably disappeared again.

He was like a person-shaped wrecking ball that had completely lost control and bounced between the people in the crowd.

But his Great Day mo physique was very strong. Adding on that terrifying speed, bones broke and limbs tore off wherever he passed. The wails echoed in his ears.

He saw the others could not wound him and decided to ignore them to concentrate on controlling the Light Void Wings. Only when he could truly control the Light Void Wings would he have the true assets to fight against jindan. Every one of the six transformations of the Great Day mo physique were powerful. If he could adeptly use them, his power would furiously grow.

Vermillion Bird Camp used a completely different style. Each platoon was like a blade. They were like butchers dismembering ling beasts, accurate, at ease, and without hurry.

Guard Camp was still unmoving at their spot, but the crazily dancing black energy was changing strangely. It suddenly gathered and scattered, sometimes turning into a large snake, and sometimes as countless small snakes. The unpredictability and strangeness of the Little Mo Kill was fully expressed.

However, no matter if it was the waves of charges from the Vermillion Bird Camp, or the Little Mo Kill of Guard Camp, none of them dared to go close to Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo’s dashes and crashes made everyone in Vermillion Bird Camp feel shock, and distance themselves. If they were accidentally hit, they would end here. Any xiuzhe that Boss hit had wailed, flew out a long distance through the air like a sandbag, and was smashed to pieces as they crashed into the ground.