Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty – Counterattack (Two) (2/2)
Rong Zhi was often too lazy to think about these matters. Guarding the Yao Forging Tower was a hard job, but the benefit was that no one managed them, and they were free. They could occasionally go to the nearby battalion to act as a teacher, and guide the soldiers from the battalion.
The scene of the lights raining down caused Song Zhi to lose focus for a while.
Elite!
It was definitely elite! From what he saw, every figure was multiple times stronger than himself.
Song Zhi immediately knew the enemy’s intentions. The enemy was targeting the prisoners of the Yao Forging Tower!
Suddenly, he was filled with grief. He knew that he would pay the price for the inattentiveness of the higher ups.
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Seeing the juniors were unstoppable, the old man was slightly shocked. The defenses of the Yao Forging Tower were so weak!
He couldn’t help but shake his head inwardly. Theoretically, a place like this was a restricted land for each sect and should be heavily protected. It was time for Tian Huan to taste its own medicine for missing this.
The battle progressed quickly. The guards were cleared out in a short period of time.
The nearby battalion was disturbed by the noise and were rushing over. They had quickly assembled and were hurrying over at their fastest speed.
“How’s the situation?” the old man asked the black smoke yao. In his view, this person shrouded in black smoke was the smartest of the group.
“The jinzhi here are complete and suitable for facing battalions. If our intelligence reports on this battalion are accurate, we can hold the tower for at least twelve hours. However, you have to be fast,” the black smoke yao said without hesitation.
“Good, I will leave this to you.” The old man was very satisfied. He watched as the black smoke yao directed people into the jinzhi to prepare to stop the battalion outside. The fighting spirit inside his chest started to burn.
“I hope the people inside the Yao Forging Tower, do not disappoint me!”
The old man unhesitatingly flew into the Yao Forging Tower.
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Lan lightly spun the ice umbrella in her hand and the wind and snow seemed to be disturbed by an invisible hand. The sharp snow and wind were docile and vented in a storm.
Ding ding ding.
Countless blooms of blood appeared at the same time. The enemy that lost the protection of the light shields were fragile. The death of large numbers of their members caused many jinzhi to stop functioning and the light in the sky weakened.
At this time, Lan suddenly raised her face.
In the sky, an enormous seal script ring of light was coming towards her at astounding speed. The sky full of wind and snow seemed to suddenly stop.
Lan’s eyes suddenly lit up with an eerie light.
A reminiscing smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
After sleeping for tens of thousands of years her battle skill had not decreased. As a totem warrior, fighting was a instinct that was engraved deep into her bones!
Ten thousand years ago, the greatest value of any totem warrior was fighting!
She seemed to return to the time ten thousand years ago, in that chaotic and primitive land. Where the ice umbrella passed, it left ice and snow!
She had never lost a fight in the ice and snow!
The ice umbrella in her hand spun rapidly. The tassels that flew up were pleasing to hear with their chimes.
Under the ice umbrella, she lowered her head, her expression was devout and grave.
In the name of Lan, dance!
The wind and snow seemed to hear the summons and spun to gather at the ice umbrella above her head.
With Lan as the center, a whirlwind of ice formed.
The snow that had had built up for tens of thousands of years on the ground crumbled. They flew into the sky and were sucked into the whirlpool of wind and snow above Lan’s head.
Boom-om-om!
The ice and snow gathered like a twister and formed an enormous pillar of icy wind. From far away, it looked like a terrifying dragon of ice twisting and rearing into the air.
There was no longer was any sharp wailing of the wind. What filled the ears were the roars of tens of thousands of horses stampeding towards them at once.
The ground seemed to tremble.
Zuo Fan and the others looked with ashen expressions at the enormous ice dragon in the air that stretched for dozens of li.
The [Sky Lock] could not strike and was stuck in the air. There seemed to be an invisible hand that securely held it.
Under the umbrella, the devout and solemn Lan murmured softly, “In the name of Lan!”
She suddenly raised her face and darkly said four words.
“[Ice Snow Mist Kill]!”
The blue mask flashed with an icy light and cruelty.
The ice umbrella pointed forward.
Translator Ramblings: The Yao Forging Tower finally makes an appearance. If only Pu Yao’s fellows hadn’t died … … this would have been an epic rescue mission.