Chapter 417 The War (4)
Roots spread out in the thick fog, and raindrops pour down outside the shroud of spiritual energy;
This situation made the soldiers under Emperor Rong's command stand out.
Three great shamans, their bodies shrouded in runes, stood at the forefront of the battle.
From left to right, the Great Shaman Lang administers the poison, the Great Shaman Fu creates the puppet, and the Great Shaman Cui detoxifies;
Qing Guanzi, Shan Wu, and Zhan Shi led their soldiers behind the scenes, picking up the immobilized puppets while simultaneously rounding up any stray cultivators. The entire process was smooth and efficient, and their morale was even higher than before.
Above the sky, Di Rong looked at the towering cloud wall and frowned again. Although the thick fog obscured his view, he could sense his subordinates disappearing one by one.
As a deity, the greater the power, the more source energy is consumed when exercising that power. This celestial god, Juejun, clearly only received the source energy of less than a mountain, yet he exercised his power on such a massive scale.
"This madman, does he intend to become a useless piece of trash, or even not live anymore?"
Anger rose in Di Rong's heart. This Jue Jun was reckless, but Di Rong did not want to. For the sake of the long term, he would not do something like this madman.
Di Rong thought to himself, "This battle must end within two hours."
That's what they thought, but the many weapons that Di Rong threw out didn't come out of thin air. They were transformed from the weapon realm on the War God Seal by He using the source flow, and there was no less source flow than what Jiao Jue needed to exercise his power.
"Quickly finish this battle!" The thought of a swift victory arose in Di Rong's mind. He placed his two hands, which were gripping the double maces, in front of his chest, while his other six hands held the weapons tightly behind him. He opened his mouth wide and inhaled deeply. He saw the clouds and mist below thinning out, and his belly growing rounder and rounder.
One by one, weapons emerged from the mist. Di Rong flew into the air, and his four hands, holding a spear, axe, sword, and staff, swung at the weapon array more than ten times. The ropes binding the weapons like roots retreated layer by layer.
Emperor Rong then released the weapons in his hands, letting them hang in the air. He held them in his six hands, and a continuous roar came from his mouth. A large blood-red seal appeared from between his eyebrows.
Then the weapons that were densely packed in the fog were no longer motionless; they moved nimbly through the thick fog, drawing graceful arcs.
In less than ten breaths, he had killed dozens of Ji Rong's soldiers. The sound of the soldiers falling to the ground like large chunks of meat with a "plop" sound made Ji Rong's heart ache.
The bird-like Ji Rong immediately spread her wings and transformed into a magic bird. She raised her neck and let out a sharp, urgent cry. She lowered her head and pecked into the Guardian Palace, pecking out the body of the Great Witch.
The celestial being Ji Rong immediately turned her head and said to the bird-bodied Ji Rong, "Send me to its head."
The bird-bodied Ji Rong placed the body of the Great Shaman Qi beside the tree trunk, and a thin, brown root pierced into the Great Shaman Qi's brow.
The bird's body quickly shrank, and she picked up the celestial body that resembled a young girl and threw it at the head of the great shaman.
As soon as they sat down, Ji Rong's three bodies shouted in unison, "Honoring the Great Shaman, Binding Spell: Lock the Heavens!"
Then the Great Shaman looked up at the sky, spread his hands, and his fingers moved incredibly fast. In less than a moment, it seemed as if there were hundreds of hands making hand seals above. Golden light arrays composed of spiritual energy rose up among the hundreds of hand shadows, imprisoning the weapons that were running wildly in the air.
The Great Shaman's speed was extremely fast, but it also consumed a lot of spiritual energy. The appearance of the four Great Shamans in battle caused Ji Rong's source energy to drop rapidly.
"We must finish this quickly!"
With a stern face, the bird-bodied Ji Rong stared at the weapons buzzing in the air due to their confinement. She flew down to Jiao Jue's ear and said, "Brother, Origin."
Jiao Jue understood immediately and took out a gourd from his mouth, saying, "I have more; you can take all of these."
The bird-bodied Ji Rong picked up the gourd, poured half of it onto the tree, and then focused her remaining attention into the tree, waving the roots to guide the three great shamans to continue clearing the way ahead.
On the battlefield, the towering shaman walked ahead like a mountain. Blades that the shaman had pinned in mid-air were swatted away by passing shamans, their direction reversed, and then remained pinned in mid-air, unable to move.
The thick fog, the eerie tree roots, and the powerful sorcerers who, though incapable of feeling pain, could poison and create puppets, terrified the soldiers under Emperor Rong's command.
The soldiers trembled and retreated, unable to grip their weapons, their cries of terror echoing through the clouds, the smell of incontinence spreading in all directions with the rain.
Shan Wu, Qing Guanzi, and Zhan Shi exchanged a glance and then dispatched elite teams to retrieve the terrified cultivators. Each time they caught one, they retreated back to camp and threw him into a cage.
Then the soldiers immediately took their place, taking out the prepared cages to collect the blood offerings.
Seeing his weapons once again restrained, and his soldiers surrounded and captured like mice and rabbits, Di Rong clapped his six hands together and shouted, "Fight!"
Then the crimson seal shone brightly, and the weapons in the air gleamed. They struggled to break free of the spirit array's restraints. Long Gu Feng, clad in golden armor, flew into the air from the chariot. Long Gu grabbed a staff, and Feng Feng took a sword, blocking Di Rong's path.
Feng Lan, kneeling behind Di Rong, grabbed a spear from the air, while Yu Nu picked up a broad axe. The two of them brandished their weapons and flew forward, with Gui Ya and Si Tao each leading a thousand elite troops to follow closely behind.
"Haha, you scoundrel, can't wait to die, can you!" Qing Guanzi shouted, pulling a large stick from his mouth. With a kick, he soared through the clouds and swung it towards Feng Lan and Yu Nu!
The two armies clashed, fighting incessantly, their blood and severed limbs scattering across the clouds, staining them a patchwork of black and red.
Brown roots reappeared from the mist, their forms hazy and indistinct. Silently, they climbed along the weapons, leading Long Gu and Feng to fight Jiao Jue, before coiling directly around Di Rong.
The tree roots entangled Emperor Rong, and before Emperor Rong could recall his weapons and sever the roots, thick tree roots flung the connected Great Witch Fu, Great Witch Lang, and Great Witch Cui into the air, directly to Emperor Rong.
The two great sorcerers, Cui and Lang, one opened his mouth and spat at Di Rong; the other made a hand seal and chanted an incantation, cutting open the flesh on his arm and throwing the stagnant poisonous blood from his body onto Di Rong.
Di Rong had no choice but to spread all six hands and slam them down heavily on the two poisonous high priests who had shown him such disrespect.
The great shaman Fu also quickly stretched out his hand, pointing heavily towards Di Rong's brow.
When Di Rong was pointed at by this ancient and desolate sorcerer, he felt as if the entire world had betrayed him.
He felt the surrounding mountains pressing down on him, his divine body could not bear the weight, his old wounds burst open, and he fell downwards.
In that instant, the mist thickened again, and brown, whip-like roots completely wrapped around its body. Emerald and golden leaves sprouted from the roots, like flowers blooming on a decaying body, eerily brilliant.
Di Rong wanted to avoid it, but the brown roots felt as if the Queen Mother of the West had stroked his head when he was born, and the dampness carried a hint of warmth, making it impossible for him to resist.
A sense of destiny suddenly arose in His heart, and the divine blood within Him began to flow away as it spread up the roots.
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