Chapter 598 - 245: Blocking the Gate? Not Anymore
Rumble!
The Old Profound Turtle stepped out from the grand array, each step sending a thunderous sound through the earth.
Such a commotion naturally caught the attention of the Holy Envoy Race’s patrolling martial artists, who flew over one after another.
The Old Profound Turtle looked up at the Holy Envoy Race in the sky, then continued to step forward, with hills and wetlands under its feet as if they were flat ground, and the city on its back remaining perfectly steady without the slightest tremor.
Screech!
The Holy Envoy Race in the sky was taken aback, this was too audacious, fleeing from the grand array right in front of them.
Do they really think raising a giant turtle carrying a city on its back allows them to walk out of the grand array?
They may not be able to break open the grand array, but surely they can break open a turtle city?
Screeching cries rang out as a wild wind surged in the sky, and whirling gusts transformed into shapes like swords and spears, crashing down.
The crackling wind blades fell on the city, causing energetic waves to splash everywhere, yet it only made the city’s metallic luster even more dazzling, causing no damage at all.
They didn’t even slow the progress of the Old Turtle in the slightest.
Six Holy Envoy Race martial artists kept screeching, hovering over the Old Turtle, incredulous and continuing their fruitless assault, unable to damage the city.
"Hold steady."
Inside the city, three teams of Blazing Flame Race soldiers, adept in the Cyan Simurgh Battle Body, prepared to hunt the Holy Envoy Race, each led by Huo Shi, Huo Quan, and Zhou Yang, hid within the towers, quietly awaiting the descent of their prey.
In the tallest stone tower at the center of the city, Huo Shan was polishing his Witch Weapon.
Yann Wanyun stood nearby, watching the sky intently, his gaze locked on one Holy Envoy Race martial artist, exuding intense killing intent.
Meanwhile, within the high-altitude quicksand layer in this region, the Giant Beast Avatar was hidden within the quicksand layer.
Though the Holy Envoy Race possesses wings to fly, those wings are insufficient to withstand the sweeping sky winds within the quicksand layer, limiting them to flying at altitudes of no more than ten thousand feet on ordinary days.
Thus, under the Holy Envoy Race’s ineffective attacks like tickling, the Old Profound Turtle gradually reached the southern edge of the valley.
This place was already three hundred miles beyond the grand array’s range.
The number of Holy Envoy Race martial artists attacking along the way increased to ten, with only two being mid-stage Divine Treasure and the rest early-stage Divine Treasure.
Screech!
A piercing screech came from afar, the cry of Xuan Qii.
He was the last peak Divine Treasure martial artist remaining in the Holy Envoy Race.
Upon hearing this cry, the ten Holy Envoy Race martial artists circling above immediately intensified their attack, dropping from about five thousand feet to one or two thousand feet in height.
As they dropped in height, their attack intensity skyrocketed.
An overwhelming barrage of wind blades gathered into a frenzied wind, sweeping from all directions onto the turtle city, within which dense spirit ban lights flashed.
Yet these attacks still caused no substantial impact on the turtle city; even wind blades targeting the Old Profound Turtle’s head had the same result.
The Old Profound Turtle raised its head as blue light crackled above it, as if he were being tickled, shaking its head comfortably.
Seeing the Old Turtle beginning to leave the valley, Xuan Qii cried out again, once more escalating the Holy Envoy Race’s assault.
They descended again from a height of a thousand feet, wings spread open during a swift dive, where runes flashed by their wingtips, dropping storms.
"Select the targets."
Huo Shi led his clan members in locking onto their targets, as the command flag behind him emitted a sound akin to a bird’s chirp.
Thirty-six figures flew out from their hidden towers, a surge of intense blood aura sweeping up, rapidly condensing into the shadow of a blood-colored Cyan Simurgh.
Screech!
The Cyan Simurgh screeched, within its blood-colored, semi-transparent body, thirty-six energies condensed into one, tearing apart the surrounding frenzied winds as they surged against the storm.
Yun Hex, relying on his mid-stage Divine Treasure strength, launched an attack during a dive from high altitude, just about to soar upwards again, when his eyes were caught by a blood hue.
"What is this!"
Doubt surged in his mind, the rich blood aura making his feathers bristle, frantically flapping his wings in an attempt to fly away.
But the green Cyan Simurgh spread its wings upward, crashing into Yun Hex.
Yun Hex let out a miserable cry; his body was infused with violent wood attribute energy, sweeping through every corner of his being.
With a bang, his body exploded, the shattered remains crashing downwards.
"Yun Hex!"
Yun Ti, relatively closer to Yun Hex, was startled, hurriedly flapped his wings to escape, yet dozens of figures instantly shot up from the turtle city below, soaring straight up to hundreds of feet, energy surging around them, with witch runes flashing.
In an instant, the blood aura condensed into a Cyan Simurgh crashed across the sky.
Boom!
Yun Ti was immediately hit hard, his entire body slammed by the blood-colored Cyan Simurgh ascending hundreds of feet, then shattered into pieces falling to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, two Holy Envoy Race’s Divine Treasure martial artists were killed, Xuan Qii, arriving from afar, shouted repeatedly, angrily ordering the clan members to swiftly ascend back.
"Alas, acted too late!"
Two of the three teams of martial artists had acted, leaving the Fire Sun Team yet to act when the remaining Holy Envoy Race quickly soared to higher altitudes, creating distance.
They could fly too, but their speed paled compared to the Holy Envoy Race, and under such circumstances, flying up posed greater risk to themselves.
"What’s there to fear? A good meal isn’t feared late; as long as they dare to come down, we’ll catch them."
A clan member spoke up, though while saying this, each one looked up at the Holy Envoy Race in the sky with the urge to immediately strike them down evident in their expressions.