638 A Mass Attack! (1/2)
”What was that!” Wang Baole muttered to himself as everyone around him gasped. Feng Qiuran was shaken as well. The power that had emanated from the beast had been overwhelming and had blanketed the entire world.
What had been incredible was how such a powerful beast had been chained up like a slave and made to serve as a mule, dragging the log forward!
The sight had shaken everyone to the core. They stared at the other end of the log, which stretched into the horizon without an end in sight. They couldn't help but guess where it led to.
”The other end of the log must lead to… the minor sacrificial altar of this world!” Feng Qiuran said suddenly. The look on her face changed immediately. Everyone grew solemn then as well.
What made their expressions darken was what they had seen as the gigantic beast trudged past them. Its heavy steps had shaken the earth. The red flowers that were not yet in bloom had trembled. As they continued to shake, some of these flowers had begun to show signs of blossoming!
The sight of that had alarmed everyone. One could easily imagine the hordes of corpses that would rise from the ground with such a great number of Demonic Green Poria Flowers suddenly blossoming!
”We have to go now!” Alarm flashed across Feng Qiuran's face as she lifted her right hand and waved. A sudden surge of power lifted everyone off the ground and began to push them away.
There was no need for her warning. The Nascent Soul realm cultivators around her had all begun to panic and dash off. Wang Baole did the same. He made use of the push from Feng Qiuran and dragged Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao along as he dashed off.
It was still too late!
Perhaps it might be more accurate to say that they had lost their window of opportunity of leaving this place the moment the beast had appeared. The land had stopped quaking, but loud bangs began to ring out incessantly in the air!
Each bang was the sound of a Demonic Green Poria Flower bursting into full bloom. Each flower bud was the size of a fist, and they were exploding from a fist into an outstretched palm. It was a shocking sight. From afar, it looked as if countless palms were waving at them in the distance!
All of the demonic flowers that were in their line of vision bloomed in that instant. Vast clouds of pollen spewed into the air, forming crimson mists that gathered and then… blanketed the skies!
All around them—to their left and their right, before and behind them, in the distance—they were surrounded by a sea of flowers and crimson mists!
The corpses that were caught in the radius of the crimson mist began to twitch. Furious howls rang out in the air as the dead bodies began to crawl to their feet. Their eyes were burning with red flames as they roared and charged at the cultivators!
Amongst the horde were beasts missing half their bodies and humans missing limbs. There were skeletons bare of flesh and blood. There were also those whose bodies looked seemingly intact and gave off an evil, black aura!
There were even many man-sized bugs gathered in dark masses, charging towards them as they roared!
The stench of death hovered in the air and blanketed the area. It was like death's cape, sweeping the air and covering everything as it harvested the blood and flesh of the living!
Feng Qiuran might be at the Soul Conduit realm, but if she were to be trapped within the attacking hordes of these living dead, she would soon exhaust herself trying to fight her way out and eventually perish!
She was still a living, breathing being. These corpses, on the other hand, were dead. Their howls resonated in the air as crimson mist enveloped the sky and furious roars thundered. There was no time for anyone to think, as the nearest corpse had already lunged at them.
The sounds of battling immediately rang out. Feng Qiuran formed a rapid series of hand seals, summoning a tornado that surged outwards. The rest realized the danger they were in and gathered together. With Feng Qiuran in the lead, they unleashed their attacks while charging ahead!
Wang Baole flanked the team on the right, and behind him were Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao. The latter needed no protection from Wang Baole. Zhao Yameng, especially, was in her element as her array formations found their use in large-scale battles. With a series of hand seals, she unleashed wave after wave of array formations. With every ninth array formation, the accumulated array formations would trigger an explosive attack, wiping out vast legions of corpses and creating a backlash that damaged numerous other enemies.
Kong Dao was equally lethal. His beast-like instincts were fully unleashed in battle. The violent streak hidden deep inside him revealed itself as he deftly avoided lethal blows and retaliated viciously in kind.
Wang Baole, having witnessed his friends holding their own in the fight, stopped worrying. With a series of hand seals, he summoned a sea of lightning bolts, an explosion of electricity that generated wave upon wave of electricity that then surged outwards and wiped out hordes of corpses.
His Flame Snatch Thearch Armor was a weapon more suitable for a one-on-one battle. In the face of the mass of enemies, the first thing Wang Baole thought of using was the Dark Art. However, he soon realized that the Dark Art was useless in such a battle. They had no souls. In fact, the corpses had been transformed into some kind of flesh-and-blood puppets!
His lightning bolts had become the most effective weapon he possessed. He also unleashed armies of flying swords, which shot out from his storage bracelet and dashed about in the air. It was literally raining swords.