Chapter 565 — The Netherworld's Soul-Seizing Envoy
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
The Black Tiger God lay prone on the ground; Shen Mu hastily flung the chest onto his back, gathered Snow Fox in his arms, and with the three girls and Long Qilin leapt up onto the tiger's back.
At once the Black Tiger God surged into a dead run, whole mountain ranges flashing past, a speed beyond compare.
Shen Mu pressed himself flat against the tiger's back, listening to the Black Tiger God's breathing, and heard it gradually quicken. He thought: "I guessed right. Senior Brother Tiger's lifetime of cultivation, ruined in a single stroke by Fat Dragon — his cultivation has been broken by Fat Dragon. I only hope he doesn't grow too fat, or I'll have no way to answer to the Sacred Master... Hmm, and whether we can break through the enemy camp and get back to Li City, that too may prove a problem..."
Just then, from ahead came a sound like a bursting dam and surging floodwaters, deafening; Shen Mu braced against the gale that struck his face and looked forward, and saw sword-light after sword-light tearing apart the high wall of demonic qi, ripping a great gap in the demon army's camp.
Following hard on those sword-lights came tall gourds, one after another, floating in midair, each surrounded by hovering divine-ability users who circled the gourds and channeled their powers; within the gourds a tide of thunder surged, and heavenly lightning poured down on the demon camp like a torrential rainstorm.
Behind the thunder gourds were countless sword pellets — tens of thousands of them spinning madly — and with each thunderbolt, numberless sword-rains shot down from above into the demon camp.
And behind the sword pellets came tower ships in whole fleets, their true-essence cannons plowing the earth with their light, laying waste to the demon camp!
"Jingping's army!"
Shen Mu's spirits soared. "That sword art that broke open the camp just now — that is Jingping the Imperial Preceptor's sword art! That fellow, he truly is an opportunist. The demon god who charged out of the demon camp to kill us must have been that camp's commander. The commander left the camp, and Jingping the Imperial Preceptor spotted the flaw at once and seized the chance to come break the formation! Only Jingping the Imperial Preceptor would be so opportunistic!"
Jingping the Imperial Preceptor's sword art had entered the Dao; his sword path had forged a Dao-heart. No flaw in an enemy could escape his eyes, nor could any evade his sword-light — and the same held for enemy formations. He had turned the sword path into a way of attack and conquest on the battlefield; applied to war, it too was invincible.
Shen Mu's heart eased. Even if the Black Tiger God was somewhat short of breath, he was still more than enough to carry them out through the encircling forces and back to Li City.
Ahead, Jingping the Imperial Preceptor and the Duke of Wei, two deities, cleared the way; behind them came tower ship after tower ship, and many officers and soldiers were drifting down from the sky with thunder gourds, alighting on the ships.
And further back still was an army formed of countless strange beasts and divine-ability users.
The Black Tiger God charged into the battlefield, suddenly gave his body a shake that flung them all off, then rose to his full height, seized two great hammers, and whirled them like windmills, smashing down on the enemy in a storm of blows.
Boom—
One hammer of the Black Tiger God struck the ground, and the surging might swept out in all directions; who knows how many demons were blasted into the air.
The Black Tiger God went madly slaughtering his way toward the enemy battle lines, and howled: "You all go back first! I'll digest these spirit pills, refine away the fat on my belly, so that when I get back my lord won't fail to recognize me!"