Chapter Five Hundred and Six – That Herd of White Lambs! (1/2)
Chapter Five Hundred and Six – That Herd of White Lambs!
Dong!
A deep rhythmic sound came from the depths of the shen temple. This sound was very strange and burrowed into people’s hearts. Everywhere the sound passed, the flesh and blood of the people as well as their muscles suddenly shook uncontrollably.
Everyone became deathly silent.
All movement, all sound, after this sound arrived had disappeared.
Everyone unconsciously stopped what they were doing and turn their gazes towards the depths of the shen temple. Everyone was frightened by this strange and sudden sound. The three yuanying that were in a life-and-death battle had shocked expressions.
A vast power was carried along with this sound, coming from the shen temple.
Their complexions paled.
This power was vast and burning like rampaging lava, like a violent sea of fire.
Someone suddenly shouted in shock and broke through this deathly silence.
Hearing the shout, everyone turned their faces and they saw a shocking scene.
A golden ray came from above their heads like a golden sword breaking through darkness.
The lights of all the spells and formations being cast were dim in comparison to this ray of golden light. It was so scorching, so dazzling that people could not look at it directly.
Underneath the ray of light, Zuo Mo’s arms were spread as though he was going to embrace this ray of light. Bathing in this golden light, there was a layer of gold energy flowing around Zuo Mo’s body. Under the scorching light, the bronze mask was unusually dark and stood as a stark contrast to the light, as though it was a bottomless shadow.
The thick golden light landed on Zuo Mo’s spread arms and flowed along his arms as though it was sticky golden liquid.
The golden light gathered at Zuo Mo’s fingertips. It slowly gathered, grew, and formed a large drop of golden liquid that finally fell. As the golden liquid left his fingers, the outer layers of the golden liquid continuously dissipated into dots of golden energy that seemed like stars.
Large amounts of golden liquid fell from Zuo Mo’s arms and created hundreds of golden streaks of fragmented energy. They were in rows like golden features and beautiful to look at.
Everyone was gaping.
From beginning to end, no one ever looked twice at Zuo Mo who was surrounded other than the first glance when he appeared before them. From every angle, this guy was the fish in the net, the lamb washed and waiting on the chopping block for slaughter. Depending on circumstances the person who raised the knife would be different, but the lamb would still suffer the same fate.
Zuo Mo had been dismissed, everyone had dismissed him.
Only when this ray of light came from the sky did people suddenly realize that this incident was not as simple as they imagined.
Shen Wu Hai was the first to react. He said angrily, “Kill him!”
Dong!
Another sound that shook people’s bones interrupted Shen Wu Hai’s angry shout. It passed through the layers of protection and struck on the deepest part of their hearts.
The temperature of the shen temple rose dramatically. The air was burning so hot that it seemed the air would burn.
Dong … … dong … … dong … …
The beats followed each other, and accelerated in frequency.
Everyone found to their shock that they seemed to be restrained by an invisible power. No matter how they channeled ling power, they were unable to move a finger. With every beat, their energies and blood would uncontrollably vibrate. After several beats, everyone’s energies and blood was roiling, and their faces turned red and black in turn.
Their eyes turned from shock into terror.
Shen Wu Hai never thought such a thing could happen. He deeply regretted not having killed this mask-wearing guy at the beginning, this decision led him to such a desperate situation.
If there had been a thread of doubt before that this mask-wearing guy was a descendant of the Sun Tribe, he was completely sure of the other’s identity now.
The beat, the ray of light, the restraining power, they were all powered by the shen temple.
This power was so strong it caused people to feel hopeless!
But Shen Wu Hai was not robbed of hope. He was still struggling. Of all the people, he knew the most about the shen temple. This power was peerless and great, filled with domination, and burned without any disguise.
It was like the burning sun in the sky that people were unable to look at directly.
But Shen Wu Hai was not willing to wait to be captured. This scorching power was hard to resist but under this vast dominance, he detected a thread of burning without regard for consequences.
This shen temple that was reaching its end was burning its last vestiges of power.
As long … … if he could resist until it finished burning … …
He would be able to have a thread of a chance!
Just one chance, he was confident he could reverse the situation. Even if the other was a Sun descendant, he didn’t believe the other could master this shen temple.
Because of the requirement for shen power!
Even if he was a Sun descendent, he could not cultivate shen power. At present, there were no more lands with shen power, all methods of cultivating shen power had been lost in the dust of history. Without shen power, he could receive recognition of the shen temple, but he definitely could not control the shen temple.
This was just the last dying struggles of the shen temple.
Shen Wu Hai suddenly calmed down.
His gaze suddenly stopped and his body froze.
The person with the bronze mask suddenly moved. Under the mask hidden in shadow came raw and simple sounds. His body twisted like a snake taking a strange position.
The golden feathers constructed from fragmented golden energies drew out cryptic tracks in the air as Zuo Mo’s fingers moved.
An extremely unfamiliar power suddenly spread in waves.
Shen Wu Hai that just calmed down look at Zuo Mo as though he was seeing a ghost.