Chapter 835 - 191: Desolate Heaven Temple
A Buddhist chant spread across the air, causing countless people to cover their ears and fall to the ground, screaming heart-wrenchingly, with blood continuously oozing from their facial features until they died.
Due to the overwhelming number of High-tier Extraordinary individuals in Chenhe, Group Four’s battle line at South Mountain Ridge quickly collapsed.
Because the strength gap was too large, they had no choice but to fight while retreating, constantly engaging in a war of maneuver.
A portion of the "outsiders" withdrew from the frontal battlefield in this place, which drastically increased the pressure on them.
"Retreat, the monk’s ability is too strange, we can’t handle it, many were driven mad during the fight." Chang Yi shouted, holding a thick red book.
At the same time, he continuously controlled enormous fireballs, hurling them towards the distant battlefield.
However, they were neutralized by the opponent, exploding in the sky one by one, and even being cut in two by the woman wielding the heavy sword.
Chang Yi coughed up blood from his mouth, the intense combat was too much for him to bear, then he turned to the person beside him and said:
"You go cover the rear."
The words were very brief, in such circumstances it was almost sending someone to their death, yet that person didn’t hesitate, raising a large knife and leading hundreds of people in the opposite direction.
They had to abandon part of the people, otherwise, there would be a greater sacrifice.
...
"Senior Brother Tao is dead."
Tao Baibai said gravely, "Everyone be careful, if we really can’t cope, we can prioritize retreating."
"Tao Yunzhi is dead." A monk-attired person beside him, dressed in a golden kasaya with a shaved head, repeated calmly, without any trace of surprise,
"He was destined to die on the battlefield... never suited for this place anyway."
The monk’s words were cold, yet no one objected, he had high seniority among the group, known as Monk Hui Jia, the most accomplished in Buddhist Technique at present, and the next abbot of Desolate Heaven Temple.
"It seems that Seventeen’s group indeed has reinforcements, otherwise it’s absolutely impossible to kill Daoist Tao just by relying on the curse. Intelligence from the National Council suggests that Seventeen’s former leader has returned."
Another strikingly beautiful woman, carrying a black giant sword, said coldly.
The surroundings were littered with corpses, the air filled with the stench of blood, besides a naked man pierced by a giant sword, pinned to the ground, was still alive.
"Tell us where Lin Xiuyu is, speak, and I can spare your life, you might even join us."
"After all, we are all humans, no need for a life and death struggle, right?"
The monk showed a slight smile, half-squatting as he looked at Ye Yongqiang, appearing kind and approachable, making one eager to trust, to embrace.
Especially for those in despair, on the edge of death, such kindness is hard to refuse.
"Pah!"
Ye Yongqiang spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the ground, then laughed maniacally: "Our boss is back now, you all are going to die, don’t get too happy too soon!"
His voice wasn’t loud, yet inexplicably sent chills through those present, the monk also found Ye Yongqiang’s attitude strange, not understanding what kind of person would give him such confidence, even when he was nearing death.
"Stubborn fool." The extremely beautiful woman couldn’t help but frown, raising her giant sword: "If you want to die, grant his wish."
Compared to others, she harbored rampant killing intent, her hands seemed blood-red, continuously dripping with blood.
Such a brutal war changed many people, including them, in the World of Heaven, such a war had never occurred.
The customary system had remained intact for many years, they always maintained relatively stable relations, at most some minor skirmishes.
Ye Yongqiang’s eyes were bloodshot, holding to the end without an inch of surrender, he was always like this, always such a person.
"Kill me!"
Many had surrendered or betrayed during this war, causing grave losses multiple times.
These monks were very adept at manipulating human hearts, knowing how to make people conform, to obey, since they originally studied such matters, traveling this path.
Monk Hui Jia saw this scene, merely shook his head, then turned and walked away.
The beautiful woman flashed a hideous smile, swinging her giant sword towards Ye Yongqiang, this blow threatened to crush him into mince.
At this moment, her actions stopped, those around also froze, expressions solidified, time halted there, as if the dusk’s light interspersed through space.
They only saw a vague silhouette appear on a nearby hilltop, full of radiance, like a god.
It seemed like a moment, yet also as if it lasted a long time.
The strikingly beautiful woman lay fallen on the ground, her black heavy sword also pressed upon her, with a finger-sized bloody hole from her forehead piercing through her skull.
She died, so effortlessly died before everyone’s eyes, they hadn’t even figured out the situation.
Monk Hui Jia’s face turned grim, from Su Changxing he sensed an aura that made him shudder.
"Why does such an existence inhabit this world."
He murmured to himself, feeling everything quite unreasonable.
A submerged pool doesn’t yield a true dragon, nor should a mundane world birth powerful beings.
But what is with this person before them!
A few people stood in place, staring intently at Su Changxing’s figure, not daring to make a move.
Su Changxing hadn’t acted further, feeling something in the sky had focused on him, two pupiless blood-red eyes, filled with haze, hating everything.
That entity always existed above this world, watching this world, as if monitoring something, fulfilling an endless task.
With things having reached this point, Monk Hui Jia and the others naturally could guess Su Changxing’s identity, else he wouldn’t appear here, but Su Changxing’s power left them greatly astonished.
"Could the benefactor be a residual?" Monk Hui Jia’s voice echoed across this whole wilderness, loud and broad.
Su Changxing didn’t answer him, but instead asked in return: "What do you think? Since it’s war, there’s nothing further to say, you should be aware of the term ’blood debts returned with blood’ right?"
He waved his hand, and a figure ran forth from behind him, it was Hua san in a black dress.
Dealing with these people didn’t even require him to act, Hua san alone was enough.
Seeing Hua san rushing forth, Monk Hui Jia recited scriptures, Buddhist chants rippling through the space, if it was anyone else hearing this sound, they might not even be able to stand, but it had no effect on Hua san.
Seeing this, Monk Hui Jia quickly adapted, immediately switching techniques, his entire skin radiating brilliant golden light, striking towards Hua san with a palm.
First refining the body, then the heart, the monks of Desolate Heaven Temple were unparalleled in body refinement in the World of Heaven, their powerful physiques and minds made them smooth, without weaknesses.
In their view, Hua san was merely a humanoid monster, essentially no match for Monk Hui Jia, especially not in such a straightforward confrontation.
Monks were least afraid of direct confrontations, akin to a hard yet smooth stone.
With a loud crash, a figure flew out, sliding more than a hundred meters away, astonishingly, it wasn’t the humanoid monster that flew out, but Monk Hui Jia.