Chapter 640: Reunion (1/2)

[V6C170 – Sorrow of a Silent Parting]

The mountain winds rushed at Qianye’s face as he walked out of the cave. The breeze contained an eerie chill along with the faint scent of blood and gunpowder.

He glanced over and found that the flames of war had ignited everywhere—the land was filled with lingering smoke as rumbling sounds echoed continuously in the ears. At the end of his vision, a tall peak shook a couple of times before its gradual collapse. The impact filled the air with dust and blotted out half the sky.

Further out was the valley in which the Zhang clan was advancing.

Countless black dots were approaching rapidly from over the horizon. There were individual experts as well as extremely fast airships. However, these smaller vessels appeared sporadically with no organized formation, leaving immediately after dropping off combat squads. They simply didn’t dare approach the Zhang clan’s primary fleet.

The human side seemed relatively frail compared to the enemies rushing over like a swarm of bees.

Qianye leapt up and approached the closest battlefield in due haste.

It was a hilly region where a group of human warriors was holed up on a rocky mountain, frantically resisting the dark race’s attack. Hundreds of dark race warriors had surrounded the peak while launching fierce attacks. There were thirty or so people halfway up the mountain, including a second-rank viscount who was observing the summit battle with his hands behind his back.

There were only twenty or so human soldiers. Be it in terms of cultivation or number, they were far inferior to their adversary, but they made up for this with great coordination and teamwork. Apparently, they were well-experienced in organized combat.

The ten at the front, wielding swords and shields, locked down the incoming dark race soldiers. Those at the back were raining bullets into the enemy group with no regard for their origin power consumption. Dark race soldiers were mowed down one after another. This small squad was actually halting the advance of a force many times their size.

Despite the bad situation, the overseeing viscount was in no rush to take action. He had also concentrated most baron and knight level experts around him instead of having them charge at the peak. Otherwise, the situation on the mountain wouldn’t be in a deadlock like this.

He glanced toward the sky from time to time as though he was waiting for something.

A thousand meters away, Qianye was crouching behind a pile of rocks with his crosshairs locked onto the viscount. After realizing that the latter was waiting for something, Qianye decided to wait and see what they were planning.

After a while, the defense atop the mountain started to falter. The dark race’s casualties were also increasing gradually.

That viscount laughed coldly and said, “It seems the humans will not waste their ammunition for such trash. In that case, we have no need to keep them alive. Let’s go!”

The viscount let out a long howl—his body swelled up rapidly and his black fur grew longer. In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into his werewolf combat form with a bloodthirsty glint in his gaze.

However, his long howl soon came to an abrupt halt. His body was violently jolted forward and nearly fell to the ground. At this point, everyone saw a cloud of blood and flesh bursting out of his back. Having lost the support of his now-broken neck, the werewolf’s head hung down limply.

None of the werewolf viscount’s subordinates had come to even after he was gravely wounded. During the moment that they were petrified, the heads of two more barons suddenly burst open, and then the knights also fell down one after the other. Only at this point did the lucky survivors hear gunshots in the distance. However, the timbre of a sniper rifle wasn’t that distinct amidst the battles taking place everywhere.

Qianye put away the Thunderbolt, checked the battlefield once more, and left. With the leader killed and over half the experts cleared out, the dark race squad fell into chaos. Even if the people atop the hill couldn’t win, it wouldn’t be a problem for them to escape. The dark race force in the area was too big. Qianye had no intention of spending too much origin power on soldiers beneath the champion level.

Qianye was just picking out his next battlefield when he suddenly turned around and stared toward a certain point in the east. He had sensed there an extremely familiar origin power fluctuation.

He arched his body and shot through the rocky mountain terrain like a beast, approaching the location under the cover of the landscape.

Moments later, Qianye climbed atop a hill and looked down at the battlefield below.

There was a natural valley between two hills. The topography here was complicated with rocks jutting into the sky and numerous caves along the cliffsides, a natural battleground through and through.

This place was supposed to be a barren land with only a few weather-resistant shrubs. However, a verdant oasis seemed to have appeared right in the middle of the battlefield. The landscape was splendid with numerous ancient trees reaching into the sky and their falling leaves spinning about. There was even a rainbow peeking through the foliage from time to time, nothing short of a paradise on earth.

There was a clear spring glistening under the sunlight at the center of the oasis, beside which stood a decorative rock. If one had to point out something out of place in this scenery, it would be this yellowish rock. There weren’t any carved lines or exquisite pores on it, and it was no different from a stone one would find anywhere. Yet, it stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the beauty of this almost fantastical ambiance.

The oasis in the barren lands was exceptionally distinct, making it near impossible for people to overlook it. That yellow rock was the most eye-catching of all, especially since it was moving about instead of standing still.

Qianye knew at a glance that the leaders of the two armies were locked in a battle of domains. It was just that the projection of such life-like visual phenomena was extremely rare.

This so-called battle of domains meant that the two parties were fighting for control over the origin power in the environment. They were drawing upon the power of the world for their own use, empowering their bodies and attacking their opponents. However, visual phenomena would emerge when the origin powers controlled by each combatant came into conflict. This was a scene formed of different domains.