667 Sending Arrows with a Song (2/2)

The cold aura within Sangsang had long been aroused and had finally erupted. However, both she and Ning Que did not know what the Yama's imprint in her would evolve to.

Frost clung on to Ning Que's lashes. The faint light streaming through the windows were refracted by it, turning into seven rays of colored light. He listened to the song of The Desolate coming through the windows and said, ”I go first, and you come after me.”

Sangsang hummed in agreement and laid her head on his chest. She said, ”I die first, and you come after me.”

Ning Que shook his head and said, ”I die first, and you come after me. Or maybe, we will die together.”

The West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army descended into silence when they saw the black horse carriage appearing in the Wilderness. The allied forces which were gathering grew somewhat chaotic while the powerhouses with terrifying cultivation states were silent.

The entire world started to go after the black horse carriage since the Light of Buddha erupted in the Lanke Temple two years ago. The war on the Wilderness had started because of the black horse carriage. However, they were at a loss about what to do when the black horse carriage finally appeared before them today.

No one gave any orders, and the tall figure on the large chariot looked up in silence. The West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army stopped in their tracks, waiting for the final military order.

The black horse carriage stopped in front of The Desolate.

There was a creak as the snow and ice on the carriage shook and peeled off.

The door opened and Sangsang, who was dressed in black fur, stepped out.

She looked at the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army in the south and took a few steps forward. With every step she took, the ground in contact with her soles froze, forming into a mass of ice and snow.

It was as if she was walking on pure lotus flowers made of snow.

Dark clouds covered the vast skies above the Wilderness. There were more than ten black crows circling the skies above Sangsang, making the whole situation seem strange.

Everyone in the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army in the south watched on and began to feel an odd emotion. It was a negative emotion that was the combination of horror, awe, aversion and destruction.

In the blood-red divine chariot, Ye Hongyu propped up her jaw with her hand and looked quietly at the north. She looked tired. Unlike the ordinary soldiers, she was not shocked by the black horse carriage and the Daughter of Yama. She felt many warring emotions, and also confusion. Where was Ning Que?

Suddenly, her eyes brightened, and like a waterfall, her black hair floated up sharply. She bent back without hesitation, following the lead of her wildly dancing black hair and fell heavily like a tree that had been cut.

Ning Que was not by Sangsang's side or inside the black horse carriage.

He had already left the horse carriage discreetly, using the song of The Desolate as a cover to appear at the frontlines of the Desolate Men. He stood in the middle of the kneeling crowd of pious and respectful Desolate.

When everyone was looking at Sangsang, he knelt on the ground with a knee and pulled on the string of his bow with his right hand. His iron bow bent sharply as he aimed at the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army several miles away in the south. Then, his bowstring sagged.

The Primordial Thirteen Arrows were made with the collective intelligence of the Academy resources of the Tang Empire. In terms of power, it was comparable to legendary weapons of the previous generation.

The Primordial Thirteen Arrows could ignore space and would not lose any power no matter the distance they had to cross. That was why the further the enemy was from him in a battle, the better it was for Ning Que.

That was because it would be difficult for his enemies to make predictions based on his movement and his eyes.

Because of these characteristics, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows were best suited for ambushes on the battlefield. It could be said that it was invincible and had no disadvantages. However, its only limitation was whether Ning Que could see his target and aim at them.

At this time, the two armies were separated by several miles and were so far away that ordinary arrows and flying swords could not be of use. However, Ning Que could see all the details of the opposition's frontline that stretched more than 20 miles and could aim better than anyone.

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh!

Ning Que knelt on one knee, hidden amongst The Desolate. He moved quickly, shooting five arrows in a flash.

He knew that there were not many opportunities left for him today. He had to seize and make full use of this opportunity, which meant that he had to achieve sufficient goals in his first wave of attack.

The first arrow was the most sudden and most difficult to defend against. It had the greatest chance of success. The target he chose was, of course, the most important person and the person who could cause the greatest change in the direction of the war.

It was an easy choice to make. Just like how Tang had chosen to kill that person using his last breath, Ning Que had unhesitatingly chosen to shoot the first arrow at the West-Hill Divine Palace's Hierarch.

It all happened according to Ning Que's expectations. The battlefields were far apart. It was different from the confrontations where he used the Primordial Thirteen Arrows in the Lanke Temple and in Chaoyang City. No one could predict his actions.

At least, no one would know that an iron arrow had left the bowstring when the first smack of string reverberated in the Wilderness. Logically speaking, no one could avoid the arrow as the Primordial Thirteen Arrows traveled forth, disregarding time and space.

Not even the Hierarch of West-Hill Divine Palace could.

A visible white current sprang behind the string, not yet completely formed. The darkish iron arrow had already disappeared. It appeared the next moment on the massive chariot in the south, in the top chamber behind layers of gauze curtains, striking the tall figure in the head.

The layers of gauze blocked the light.

The iron had pierced the figure's skull but seemed to have hit its shadow. The arrow passed silently, and then, the arrow appeared, tearing through countless layers of heavy curtains and disappearing into the distant sky of the south.

The tall figure leaned forward slightly and looked toward the north of the Wilderness. He seemed uninjured and interested, wanting to see how the person who sent the arrow looked like.