Chapter 301 — The Gloomy Dark Valley
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
Not a word did the several hundred masters of the Mandi Kingdom below utter; each summoned his primal weapon, and in an instant hundreds of glittering blade-orbs soared into the air, while countless blades of light swept like a tide toward the nostrils of the Bat God Condor statues. When divine ability practitioners joined hands to form a battle array, the increase in their combined power was truly staggering!
In those days Ba Shan the Libationer had stood alone on the grassland against an army of eight hundred grassland warriors, and his divine ability, the Heavenly Dipper Precipice, had been shattered several times — but that was because the army had contained several grassland masters of the Heavenly Human and Life-and-Death realms.
This time, though the masters Ban Gongcuo had brought with the army were all divine ability practitioners, the strongest among them were still the four Shaman Kings who had cultivated to the Heavenly Human and Life-and-Death realms. Those four Shaman Kings had not yet made a move, so mighty as the display was, it still fell short of that battle against Ba Shan the Libationer.
From the nostrils of the two Bat God Condor statues the two white bats hurriedly flew out, each opening its mouth, and ring upon ring of circular sound waves came crashing down from above. The divine ability they wielded was a sound-wave ability, yet strangely, when those waves reached the ear, no sound could be heard.
The countless curved blades in the sky, struck by the sound waves, came clattering down, while the several hundred masters of the army below, buffeted by that soundless wave, were in an instant thrown into utter confusion, men and horses tumbling. Suddenly the head of a Mandi soldier swelled larger and larger, then burst with a bang; and then came bang after bang without cease, as one soldier's head after another swelled and exploded, spattering blood and gore in a most horrifying sight.
The two white bats swooped down from above and charged into the army, sound waves pouring ceaselessly from their mouths. Suddenly one of the Shaman Kings gave a cold snort, drew out a white banner, and shook it at the two white bats.
At once their souls and spirits were shaken, and they fell from the air, dropping into the midst of the army. The other soldiers, feeling the pressure in their minds vanish all at once, hurriedly worked their blade-orbs, and countless curved blades chopped down at the place where the two white bats had fallen, clang after clang ringing unceasingly in their ears!
After a volley of blade rain, each man recalled his curved blade; the blade-orbs spun swiftly in the air, and one curved blade after another flew back at speed and sank into the orbs.
The spot where the two white bats had fallen had been hacked by those countless blades into a great pit, the very stones ground to powder. Two Mandi divine ability practitioners stepped forward, about to check whether the white bats were dead, when suddenly dust and smoke billowed from the pit; the two white bats flew out of the smoke, beat their fleshy wings, and in a flash were above the heads of those two practitioners — so fast that no one could react in time — and snatching up the two practitioners, they made off.
Seeing this, another Shaman King hastily shook his shoulders; golden light blazed from his back, dazzling bright, transforming into two golden wings, and beating them he rose and gave chase to the two white bats. The Shaman King had transformed into a bird-headed being with a human body, six arms, and a vajra pestle in hand; he hurled the pestle at the two white bats, thunder rumbling.
The two bats, burdened with the two practitioners, slowed greatly and were overtaken by him, so they had no choice but to drop the two practitioners; their speed surged, and they left the Shaman King behind.