Chapter 552 — The Youth's Nightmare
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
He saw that pellet repeat the same technique, circling half the perimeter at a terrifying speed. Along its path, the demon race in one watchtower after another were slain, with no time to react at all. When this sword pellet reached the last watchtower, Ding Yun heard the thunderous boom of their speed surpassing sound—though the thunder was not loud.
The demon race practitioners atop that watchtower poked their heads out to look. Behind them, the sword pellet flew into the tower, and sword-light erupted, drowning them. Ding Yun hastily recalled his Primordial Spirit. Just as it returned to his body, he saw that sword pellet flying toward them, while at the same time the other sword pellet came shrieking in as well.
The two sword pellets clanged together before Shen Mu, merging into a slightly larger sword pellet that gently drifted down into his hand. "Luckily, I did not fail the mission. " Shen Mu raised his head, a smile on his face. The others were gasping for breath in their alarm—they had only just stopped and had not yet taken in the surrounding terrain.
Shu You looked at Ding Yun, who nodded. "Within a hundred and fifty li all around, every watchtower that could hear the thunder was destroyed by the Sect Leader. Farther away, the sound could not reach. " "A hundred and fifty li?
" Yu He's face showed disbelief. Shen Mu had just said a hundred li, and now he had actually uprooted every watchtower within a hundred and fifty li.
His vital essence cultivation was truly formidable! "So he really was being modest," she thought to herself.
Shu You said in a low voice, "Let us hurry over!
Sect Leader, you controlled so many swords just now—do you need to rest? " Shen Mu shook his head.
"It's fine. My vital essence is still abundant. " Shu You was startled and inwardly cursed him as a monster.
The group followed the destroyed watchtowers onward, and before long they were not far from the small town Ding Yun had described.
Each of them concealed their trail and looked ahead, their hearts and spirits shaken. Ahead, it could no longer be called a small town—it was a massive altar, no smaller than the altar from when the Woodcutter Sage had descended! Thousands upon thousands of human race young men, under the watch of demon race soldiers, were building this altar.
The altar was more than half built.
Many demon race practitioners carried large buckets, dipping from the fresh blood within to brand runic marks onto the altar. "Hasn't the demon race already crushed the world barrier of Taihuang Heaven?
By all reasoning, the world barrier between the demon race world and Taihuang Heaven can no longer prevent the descent of demon race gods and demons.
Why would they still build an altar? " Shen Mu was puzzled and confused, murmuring, "Could it be that the gods and demons they intend to summon are not from the demon race world? Could it be.
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. " He thought of Zhe Huali's origins and felt a touch of unease.
Zhe Huali was Luo Wushuang's disciple, from that so-called True Heavenly Court!
Shu You hurriedly said, "There is a Heaven-Man realm powerhouse! Everyone, withdraw your gaze—do not look!
" Everyone withdrew their gazes. Beside the altar, behind that Heaven-Man realm demon race powerhouse stood a Primordial Spirit over ten zhang tall, massive and imposing. His Primordial Spirit seemed to sense something and glanced around, but found nothing unusual.
Shen Mu took out a mirror and used it to reflect the area around the altar. "There aren't many demon race here.
Apart from that Heaven-Man expert, the others will not be hard to deal with.
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" Just then, he saw a figure walk out from within the altar, and his expression changed at once. "Furira! " Shen Mu's hand trembled.
In the mirror, Furira walked out of the altar and raised his head, looking from within the mirror at him outside it. "Run. .
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" Shen Mu's voice was hoarse.