177 Qi-Stopping Sound Waves (1/2)
Wang Baole was in one of the minor strongholds along the seventh line of defense that was engaged in the battle for mankind's survival. He didn't possess the capability to command and direct the battle, and neither did he possess invincible cultivation. To a certain extent, he was but an insignificant True Breath disciple.
He was also shaken by fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably; however, Ancient Martial realm warriors around him continued to engage in battle. As a cultivator, how he could try to escape the battle of the Beast Tide?
Let's do this! Wang Baole decided. It was as if he was back in the Pond Cloud Rainforest, and a wave of murderous intent burst forth from his person. He leaped into the air, stepped onto the flying cruiser, and traveled amongst the ten Fire God Cannons under his charge. He inspected and repaired cannons without rest, and made sure they were all running smoothly.
It was then that the countless waves of beasts outside the stronghold rushed into the ten-thousand-feet perimeter, thundering as they charged. The big-bearded commander-in-charge watched as they approached. A tinge of madness colored his eyes, and he raised his right hand and swept it across in a violent wave.
”Array Runes!”
A thundering roar rose. At the ten-thousand-feet perimeter surrounding the stronghold, an array formation flashed into being. The array formation cultivators from the four Dao Colleges as well as the array formation masters from the army struck, activating the power of the array formation buried underground. In an instant, Spirit Qi shot up into the heavens within the ten-thousand-feet perimeter. The light of the array formation dazzled and blinded.
It was as if the force of invisible mountains suddenly descended, transforming into a strong force that cast a shadow over the ten-thousand-feet perimeter!
The beasts that had charged into the ten-thousand-feet perimeter, into the thundering roars and blinding light of the array formation, seemed to sink into a mudslide. Their movements slowed to a crawl, and in their struggles, they cried out in rage to no avail.
As the beasts slowed due to the array formation, a staggering rain of swords flew from within the stronghold. They were the swords belonging to the Flying Sword troops comprised of all Combat cultivators from the colleges as well as cultivators from the army. The flying swords soared straight into the ten-thousand-feet perimeter, tearing everything apart wherever they passed.
The flight of the swords interweaved with one another, forming a net of swords. All of a sudden, shrieks of pain rang out, and the smell of freshly spilled blood hung heavy in the air. The lands outside the stronghold bled red. From afar, it looked like a carpet of flesh and blood.
Blood and violence permeated the air. If it had been any other occasion, one would have thrown up. But, on the battlefield, the smell of blood stirred the beasts into a blood frenzy and pushed the men to kill!
The coordination of the array formation and flying swords turned the ten-thousand-feet perimeter into a no man's land for the beasts. The Fire God Cannons, having undergone a short spurt of repairs, commenced their firing again. Their targets—the beasts beyond the ten-thousand-feet perimeter!
Both the areas within the ten-thousand-feet perimeter and beyond were transformed into a living hell. Multitudes of howling beasts were torn to shreds in large swaths.
The scene of their destruction brought no cheer to the men. When they raised their heads and looked into the distant primordial jungles, they could see the waves of Beast Tides between the heavens and earth, an ocean that spanned across the horizons without end…
The sight was a heavy-weight that sank the hearts of everyone.
Big-bearded commander-in-charge took in the sight, then took a deep breath before his voice resounded throughout the entire stronghold.
”Brothers, and friends from the four Dao Colleges, fear not. I, Old Zhang, have stood guard here for ten years. I've seen too many Beast Tides. The size of this one may be big, but my experience tells me that as long as we survive this wave, and stand strong, the Beast Tide will ebb and weaken!”
Big-bearded commander-in-charge was clearly not adept at stirring up the crowds. Regardless, his words during that time were a boost to many and caused hope to glimmer in their eyes.
Wang Baole also took a deep breath. He knew that hope was a precious commodity to many at times like that. He traveled swiftly in silence and continued his work on the Fire God Cannons.
He knew that his contributions on the battlefield were negligible. All that he could do was to ensure that the ten Fire God Cannons under his care maintained their levels of destruction.
The fighting continued. The ground quaked, and the mountains shook. An hour passed, slowly. The time that would have sped past on an ordinary day seemed to crawl by on the battlefield.
The Beast Tide was relentless, their numbers countless. However, under the combined destructive force of the array formation, the torrent of swords, and the Fire God Cannon firings, the two camps seemed to reach a delicate balance!
An avalanche of ferocious beasts continued charging forward despite round after round of massacre, only to be held at bay a ten thousand feet away. Even if the beasts were to successfully dodge the Fire God Cannons, they would be slain by the array formation and flying swords.
The beast camp will not stand by as this balance continues… Wang Baole had a grave look on his face. As he continued repairs on a Fire God Cannon, he raised his head and stared at the distant hurricane as well as the seven Foundation Establishment realm beasts that had not yet moved to attack.