Chapter 445 I Bet You Dare Not Launch a Wild Monster Tide
In this ancient land of eight wastelands shrouded by heavy dark clouds, the sky seems to be always hanging low, making people breathless. The dark clouds roll, occasionally revealing a few strange dark red lights, like blood seeping out of a torn sky. The land is divided into eight completely different extreme environments, spliced together, but incompatible, forming a strong sense of disharmony, as if this land was forcibly stitched together by some unknown force.
The first area is a hot lava land, with red magma flowing like a river, the air is filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, the ground is cracked, and hot air is gushing out. However, next to it is an icy wasteland, with glaciers towering into the clouds, cold winds howling, and snowflakes and the hot air of magma colliding in the air, forming a strange fog.
The third area is an endless desert, with yellow sand all over the sky, sand dunes undulating like waves, and the air distorted under the scorching sun. Adjacent to it is a dense rainforest, with trees towering into the sky, vines entwined, and the hot and humid air filled with the chirping of insects and the roar of wild beasts, as if unknown creatures would jump out of the shadows at any time.
The fifth area was a poisonous swamp filled with purple mist, bubbles occasionally emerged from the mud, and when it burst, it emitted a disgusting stench. And next to it was a barren Gobi desert with jagged rocks and no grass. Only the strong wind blew up the sand and stones, making a sharp whistling sound.
The seventh area was a thunderstorm plain, with lightning and thunder in the sky, purple lightning constantly striking the ground, and huge cracks all over the charred land. The last area was a dead lake, the lake water was as black as ink, the surface was calm, but it gave people an unfathomable sense of fear, as if there was some kind of monster lurking under the water that devoured everything.
These eight extreme environments are intertwined but incompatible with each other, as if they were fragments that were forcibly pieced together. Thick dark clouds covered the entire land, oppressive and dull, as if warning any creature that stepped into this place: this place does not belong to the mortal world, but is controlled by some ancient and unknown force. Every step is full of disharmony, as if this land itself is resisting any attempt to understand its existence.
This is the Eight Desolations, the forbidden zone of life, and also the great achievement of the Emperor of the Eight Desolations.
In this ancient land torn apart by eight extreme environments, a solemn army is slowly marching. Their armor is made of some unknown metal, and the surface is engraved with ancient runes, flashing a dark light, as if resonating with the mysterious power of this land. The faces of the soldiers are covered by heavy helmets, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, with eyes as sharp as knives, revealing endless determination and murderous aura.
The army's flag fluttered under the low-hanging dark clouds. Embroidered on the flag was a huge mythical beast, like a dragon but not a dragon, like an eagle but not an eagle, with eyes as bright as torches, as if it could penetrate the barriers of time and space. The edge of the flag was torn by the wind, but it still fluttered high, symbolizing the unyielding will of this army.
When the army passed through the Black Lake, countless bubbles suddenly appeared on the silent lake surface, and a corrupt hand with a sinister aura suddenly reached out and grabbed the army.
The soldier looked straight ahead, only to hear a cold snort from the sky, and a dazzling golden light burst out from the depths of the clouds, like a roar between heaven and earth. Then, a huge sword blade broke through the clouds and fell straight down. The sword was as wide as a mountain ridge, and the sword edge flashed with a cold light. There were many ancient characters painted on the sword, and those characters danced like sacrifices to the gods.
The giant sword and the corrupted hand met in the air, making a deafening sound. The sword cut into the palm without any hindrance, and the corrupted flesh and bones were as fragile as paper under the sword blade. Black liquid splashed out, but was evaporated by the light the moment it touched the sword.
The giant sword continued to fall, completely cutting off the entire arm, and the broken arm fell into the black lake, stirring up huge black waves. The lake water was churning violently, as if roaring in anger, but there was nothing it could do.
The giant sword finally pierced into the bottom of the lake, and the light of the sword gradually dissipated, leaving only the ancient words flickering faintly above the lake.
The soldiers looked quietly at the giant sword standing in the lake like an eternal monument, and did not feel a bit of joy for this victory.
But after a few breaths, the clouds that were swept away by the sword blocked the light like a drawn curtain, and the boiling black water swallowed up all the ancient characters. The giant sword that seemed like an eternal monument seemed to have gone through ten thousand years in an instant, decaying and breaking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally collapsed into a part of the black water. Its final contribution seemed to be the few ripples that appeared.
A hoarse voice sounded from the lake.
"Marquis Bahuang, how long can you suppress us?"
A cold and ruthless voice as cold as the law of nature sounded.
"Until you are completely destroyed."
This cold answer did not have any deterrent effect, but instead attracted ridicule, "Li Huang, do you really think that you can become the Eight Desolations Emperor just because you were named the Eight Desolations Marquis? Do you think you can do something that even the Eight Desolations Emperor couldn't do? The Eight Desolations Marquis is just an excuse for Emperor Yu to trap you here forever!"
Amidst the sharp laughter, the black water began to boil again, and strange-looking monsters emerged from it.
The soldiers' eyes showed some movement, and one of them blew the horn.
At the sound of the ancient and heavy horn, the soldiers turned around and raised their shields at the same time.
"Eight Desolate Lords, this year's wave of desolate monsters will kill all of you."
"Really? I bet you don't dare to launch a wave of wild monsters. Do you dare to bet?" Li Huang sneered, "If you launch it, I will immediately resign from the position of Marquis of Eight Desolations and return to Baidi City to retire. If you lose, give me a wild bone!"
"Hahahaha——Li Huang, do you think I'm stupid?"
"I swear by the heavens."
The voice paused for a few seconds before letting out a harsh laugh. "Okay, okay - you are worthy of being the Marquis of Eight Desolations. You are so arrogant. I will launch the Eight Desolations Tide today. I want to see if you can withstand the thunder tribulation and resist my desolate monster at the same time!"
Not only the Black Lake, but the other seven wastelands were also boiling, as if the entire Eight Wastelands had come alive.
Li Huang smiled leisurely and said calmly, "This year's Dao Sect Competition has been arranged in the Eight Wastelands. They have promised me that if anything happens in the Eight Wastelands, the millions of Dao Sects will have to take action to deal with it."
As soon as the words fell, the thick clouds began to collapse under the impact of the sunset glow, and the curtain covering the sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, revealing a brilliant sky.
Just as the clouds dispersed, seventy-two huge ancient ships slowly emerged from the sunset glow. Their hulls were made of ancient wood and metal, and their surfaces were covered with mottled moss and vines.
Behind these seventy-two ancient ships, countless small ships poured down like a meteor shower.
"...Ugh! Ahhh! What a trick from Marquis Bahuang! I didn't expect you to dare to go deep into Bahuang and fight me for three hundred rounds. You win this time! This desolate bone is yours!"
The land of Eight Wastelands quickly returned to peace, like a child who had been punched on the chin and fell asleep peacefully.
At the same time, a finger exuding a desolate aura flew out and nailed to the ground, with the fingertip pointing upwards, standing upright stubbornly.
It was a middle finger.
(End of this chapter)
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