829 The Final Battle At Tianxuan Cliff 11 (1/2)
The Four Seasons Tower's boulder attack was executed with the full force of mystical Qi each time it was launched. One had to make tens of pitches before being swapped and regaining minimal rest. The cycle repeated again and again until there was no distinction between being on loop.
The men were humans too, they were not made of steel. What effect could the fleeting intervals garner? The few experts who bore God's Bones were completely exhausted as well, finding it difficult to keep on pushing themselves.
”This isn't a final battle. This is hard labor! It's better to kill me straight with a slash!” The group bemoaned.
”Why is Yun Yang so preposterous? No matter how high his endurance is, he's made of flesh and blood too. We're people who greeted death in the face plenty of times but we still feel expended when we exert ourselves so vigorously…”
”How does this Yun Yang take it? He's at least ten times more tired than all of us!”
”Is our determination so much weaker than others?”
Similar doubts rose in everyone's mind.
This was their first time being in combat of this manner, but this was also their first time coming across such a bizarre episode! The strange occurrences they had encountered in this Tianxuan battle came one after another without a hitch. It was such a pain in the rear end!
As a wise, intelligent, and astute man, Mr. Nian had long suspected everything that was unfolding before him.
”The strategy should be correct but why is this happening? Has there been some form of deception?”
As Tianxuan Continent's largest and most powerful organization, Mr. Nian and the Four Seasons Tower were unimaginably wealthy. It was well within reason for them to be equipped with an abundant array of spiritual pills and rare medicine. Faced with such intense combat, however, Mr. Nian and the rest could not keep up with the recovery speed of their basic Qi depletion. Otherwise, they would not have fallen to this pitiful state.
In spite of this, Mr. Nian had the nagging feeling that Yun Yang could go on and on to the end of this world should this battle, which had come to a standstill, continue.
How could this be? It was absurd!
Where would the Supreme Cloud find such resources? If he did possess the resources, how could the Nine Supremes have been oppressed back then? There was simply no logic to explain it.
”Seventh Month! Attack aggressively thrice and withdraw for a short break. Try to regain your breath as soon as possible!”
”Yes!”
”The others act as cover. Attack as usual; that should suffice.”
A knowing glimmer shone in Mr. Nian's eyes.
'If you really do have something else reserved, it's worth it for me to pay the price of a life in exchange for the truth…'
'If you don't and you're only holding out…'
'Then there's nothing more to be said.'
…
Seventh Month pounced like a bolt of lightning. Two extremely hefty mystical steel daggers were first launched like canons before a special Chinese halberd weighing a few hundred catties was pulled out from behind him as he soared up high and laid the weapons down with a boom.
The pitch was more forceful than all the other previous hauls. It was unassailable, the momentum it was in seemed to be able to move mountains and upend oceans.
Yun Yang flicked the tip of his saber, firstly flinging away the dozens of secret weapons surrounding him, and concentrated a profusion of mystical Qi into the Divine Edge. With a soft buzz, the saber was aimed directly at the falling special Chinese halberd to rebuff it like a cushion of prairie fire.