Chapter Four Hundred and Fourteen – Fiend Corpse (2/2)

At this time, Zuo Mo’s expression changed slightly. Damn it!

There wasn’t just one vicious being that was attacking them from behind! Looking at Wei Sheng who was in fierce combat against the fiend corpse, Zuo Mo gritted his teeth, turned and charged towards the back.

He believed that with Eldest Shixiong’s power, even if he could not defeat the fiend corpse, he could slow down the other! If the vicious being that was ambushing form the back was fifth-grade as well, then it was a calamity for the others. Other than the few that had their core formations, everyone else was ningmai. Ningmai xiuzhe in front of fifth-grade yao beasts were as weak as lettuce.

This wasn’t something that numbers could change. The difference in power was too great!

If one fifth-grade yao beast charged in, blood would flow in rivers. Thinking about it, Zuo Mo’s eyes instantly became red. In name, everyone in this group were his subordinates, but in his heart, they were fellows he could give his life too.

One, two … … five … … six!

Damn it! There were six!

The damned group!

Halfway in the air, Zuo Mo suddenly bellowed. The furious howl was like thunder that suddenly spread!

The golden yellow and fiery red flame seal armor quickly wrapped around Zuo Mo at a rate visible to the naked eye. The half-transparent and gossamer thin golden wings formed silently behind him like they were drawn by an invisible pen.

Hiss!

Zuo Mo’s figure disappeared from the air.

———

An enormous shadow covered A Wen. Within the fiendish mist, there seemed to be a small mountain moving towards him. The ground was rumbling, and pebbles were furiously bouncing.

A Wen tightly gripped his black spear. His young face was expressionless like the most practiced hunter. Having survived the dueling stadium, A Wen might be young, but he had gone through hundreds of fights, and was one that truly climbed out of piles of corpses.

But this unknown monster had pressured him to the point he almost couldn’t breathe!

Even though the other had not attacked yet, A Wen was clear this feeling would occur when the enemy’s strength was far greater than his. However, he did not retreat because this big guy had wounded several of his brothers.

Shu Long was not present, and he was the strongest one present out of Guard Camp. If he ran now, the other people would directly face this big guy. Then only death awaited them.

What should he do?

His mind moved quickly. Use his speed to slow down this big guy?

At this time, the enormous shadow within the fiendish mist revealed its true face. A Wen’s pupils suddenly shrank!

An ugly sand puppet with the body of a small mountain that was at least twenty zhang. In front of it, A Wen was like an ant. It seemed to move very slowly, but it was able to move over a large distance with each step. Many small flows of sand surrounded it like mist.

So ugly!

A Wei twisted his mouth. He knew his plan of using speed to slow down the other was no longer viable.

However … …

A cold light suddenly flashed through A Wen’s eyes. He suddenly raised the black spear in his hand.

“Hardship Guard!”

A Wen’s angry shout jolted the confused and disorganized Guard Camp and quickly calmed them down. They were well trained. After the initial confusion, they quickly organized themselves. When they saw the youngest among them, A Wen, standing at the front, these men felt their blood rise up, their necks turned red, and tendons bulging.

Without any orders, just like normal, they quickly formed the Crow Fiend Mo Killing Formation!

The spear that A Wen had raised was now tilted downwards towards his side. With both his hands grasping the spear, he pointed the tip of the spear straight at the enormous sand puppet that was approaching .

All of the hardship guards understood A Wen’s meaning instantly!

These men that had felt shame at their panic furiously channeled into the formation.

Immediately, the fiendish mist was like water that furiously flooded the formation. The fiendish mist that was absorbed into the Crow Fiend Mo Killing Formation only left behind small threads of black mist.

The slender black mist swam and gathered in one direction

—towards the very front of the formation, the individual standing with his spear, A Wen.

Translator Ramblings: Fang Xiang’s foreshadowing at the end of last chapter was very clumsy.

About Gongsun Cha winning over Yu Heng … … there are two major factors in my mind: 1) he is a talented person and he had a very good teacher. If you look at chess, there are some who become grandmasters at a very young age and some who might play for years but never reach the highest level. 2) This was a “virtual” match. Essentially, both Yu Heng and Gongsun Cha started out with approximately the same amount of strength. That doesn’t happen in real battles where the strength of the battalion, the battlefield and other factors come into play. This is like the different between building a nation in Civilization and actually founding a nation in real life.So Gongsun Cha won in a “fair” game which his own skill was all that mattered. But if Heavy Earth Corps met Vermillion Bird Camp in real life, that would be a whole other matter.