420 Man or Monster? (1/2)
Riding on a wave of Qi was an exercise that cultivators could not maintain for long. This was a generic law for any cultivator. Even when one was as mighty as Mr. Nian, Ling Xiaozui, or Jun Moyan, the only difference between them and a novice would be the duration.
Despite Yun Yang having a heaven realm beginner cultivation base, Endless Divine Art, and Emmie's support, it would still be difficult for him to hold out for too long. Ding Yunlu had a high chance of winning. At most, he would have more casualties on his head, but he could make it last until Yun Yang had fully expended his energy.
This was under the premise that Yun Yang acted alone, without any assistance. However, under his green gown, Whitey Two was carrying Yun Yang and driving the both of them forward!
Whitey Two, as a supernatural mystical beast, would be able to fly like this for up to two hours, even when carrying Yun Yang, as long as it did not deliver its mystical Qi in heavy battle.
When Whitey Two got tired, there was Whitey Three to substitute it and fly on, carrying their master. The duration of Whitey Three's flying would be enough for Whitey Two to recover.
After all, Yun Yang had boundless life force in his hands; a ball of it could rejuvenate Whitey Two immediately!
One would only be seeking his own death if he wished to contend bank on exhaustion overwhelming Yun Yang!
Yun Yang camouflaged Whitey Two's tiny physique flawlessly, without any loopholes. What he needed right now was to create an illusion for the enemy.
What they were doing was exactly what Yun Yang had expected!
The shower of arrows continued while Yun Yang's saber unleashed wisps of brilliant saber light every time he got close to the crowd; he had applied theZiyou experts' previous tactics, leaving after striking, without longing for an extended battle.
Each strike resulted in pained cries as several people would collapse and succumbed to his attack.
Facing such a situation, the Four Seasons Tower's experts and the Empire of Ziyou's Tenth Perfection experts that had been sent over urgently did not dare show themselves anymore. No one had the confidence nor capacity to defeat Supreme Cloud who was behaving as if he was the God of War himself right now.
There was no one who could even last one round against the supreme!
They watched as the entire city was filled with their own army while the other party was only alone but their millions of men were actually helpless against the massacre by one sole opponent!
The crisscrossing Deicide arrows and Siege Quarrels, the attacks that disregarded the results and price paid – all they had received in return was the massive casualties of their own side!
There were even a few high-level generals who had died an ignoble death from the wildly flying arrows.
A quarter of an hour – it had already been a quarter of an hour!
This was already the entirety of a first heaven ace cultivator's mystical Qi capacity. Not even a grandmaster of Tenth Perfection could have done it!
Ding Yunlu's eyes were bloodshot as he stared straight at Supreme Cloud who was flying low in midair, praying in his heart.
Don't bother resisting! Fall! Fall quickly!
Exhaust yourself quickly, drop!
Doesn't your mystical Qi have to reach an end anyway?
It was too bad that Yun Yang did not respond to his curse, still drifting and flying with ease without a drop in his agility. Instead, he seemed to be even more lithe.
An hour passed.
Supreme Cloud was still flying in the air, more nimble than ever; his saber light flashed violently. There was no sense of fatigue that could be detected.
The Empire of Ziyou's casualties had exceeded tens of thousands of men now. There was no doubt it was a large number, a loss that could barely be stomached.
The other party had only one person – there was only one man! To make matters worse, that one man was not in the best of conditions either; he was entirely bereft of support!
To think that he could cause such terrifying casualties in his state. The loss was unimaginable and unbelievable.
When Ding Yunlu recomposed himself from the slight trance he had fallen into, he stumbled for a moment as he looked behind him, almost falling off.
The opponent's purpose was clear from the beginning; he had stated with clarity about his intention to charge out from the west city gate. Until now, he had never changed his direction. Now, he had progressed too much!
Each time the opponent attacked like an enraged hawk, the suicide troops behind him had to use their bodies and lives to forcefully counter the charge.
They retaliated – they threw their might against him!
Yet, the price of each action was paid by a handful of experts, seventh peak and above.
Up until now, they had deflected attacks for up to seventeen times, and the experts behind him were left with the last thirty members of an original party of five hundred!
Five hundred ace cultivators had been sacrificed, just like that. The result of obstructing the enemy with their lives was only an exchange for temporarily holding Supreme Cloud back. It did not even deal any bit of damage to him.
That was not all. What Ding Yunlu could not accept and could not even understand, the scariest part of all was the fact that the other party did not even seem tired. He was still advancing… did he just cover another five thousand feet of ground?
The truth was suffocating.