Chapter 531 — Mystic Mastery of the Battle Array
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Shen Mu longed to observe his divine powers closely, but more and more heavenly demons surged in from all sides. The Woodcutter Sage, having been summoned, slew only the enemy leaders—cutting down the demon gods in the enemy camp—while paying no heed to the rest of the heavenly demon army. Countless demons were still surging toward the battlefield like a tide, killing their way toward the enemy.
At this moment even more heavenly demons poured in, while the divine-power wielders of this world behind the altar also pushed forward. The shouts and cries of slaughter shook heaven and earth.
In a large-scale battle of divine-power wielders like this, an individual's strength was almost negligible. A single moment of distraction, and one could be buried at any time beneath an opponent's attack.
Shen Mu had no time to think further; he could only cast aside every thought in his mind and fight with all his might.
The heavenly demons were astonishingly strong. The demon race's techniques and divine powers were utterly different from those of Jingping Kingdom. They might fall short in the refinement of their moves, but they surpassed in mana, and in combat strength the heavenly demons had their own extraordinary qualities.
The bodies of the heavenly demons differed from those of humans: the Eight Tribes of Heavenly Demons—fish-scaled frog-webbed ones, lava giants, handsome youths, hideous women, scorpion-tailed women, eight-clawed women, eight-tentacled monstrosities, snake-handed freaks.
These demons were of high bloodline, born war machines of immense combat strength. Those around Shen Mu were the elite among them, and not one was much weaker than he.
More and more heavenly demons charged onto the altar—more than ten of them. These demons saw that the Heaven-Bearing Gate behind him was uncanny beyond measure, so they avoided it and attacked in concert.
Shen Mu fought back with all his strength. His eight thousand swords wove back and forth, countless sword-lights surging, when suddenly all the flying swords scattered like locusts, and in an instant mountains and rivers emerged, transforming into Sword-Treading Mountains and Rivers.
On the altar, mountain ranges stretched in succession, waterfalls hung inverted, long rivers raced. The terrible slaughter of a moment before had vanished into thin air.
Yet the next instant, blood flowed out from this landscape painting, dyeing the mountains and rivers red in a heartbeat.
Then the mountains and rivers shattered, and a lava giant swung a great hammer and leaped up from the broken landscape, smashing down at Shen Mu with a thunderous crash.
Shen Mu retreated, both hands raised high. The Carefree Sword flew to him, and the other eight thousand swords clashed with it, ding-ding-ding, sinking into the Carefree Sword in the blink of an eye.
The lava giant brought its hammer down, and a terrifying shockwave lashed out in all directions, sweeping countless corpses around the altar into the air.
Shen Mu swung his sword down with both hands. The lava giant spun its hammer, swift as wind. There was a single ding, and Shen Mu's body shook violently, flung into the air—while the spinning lava giant was suddenly cut in two, hammer and all!
Before Shen Mu could land, he saw a woman with eight claws behind her spread them wide. The corpses in midair burst apart with a series of booms, and the blood gathered in the air into a torrent that engulfed Shen Mu.
Shen Mu swung his sword. The Carefree Sword split apart, and eight thousand swords clashed with a ding-dang clatter, transforming into two long sabers. The sabers crossed, and saber-light burst forth, bright as a full moon in the sky.
Moonlight and saber-light merged into one and suddenly erupted; ray after ray of light shot forth like meteors.
Shh—