Chapter 572 — The Ten-Mile Star-Sand Snare Formation
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Then all at once his feet grew heavier and heavier—sand had gotten into his shoes. Xing Han halted and lifted a foot to shake the yellow sand out, but the grains on his body only multiplied, and the sand seemed to come alive, flowing up over him.
Cold sweat sprang out on his forehead, and he strove to shake the yellow sand from his body. Meanwhile in the gorge, boom, boom, boom—one tremendous crash followed another.
Shen Mu's sword core was batted back and forth like a meteor, riddled with hollows, seeming ready to shatter at any moment.
Soon Xing Han's legs were sunk in the yellow sand, and the harder he struggled the less he could free himself, while Shen Mu's sword core was beaten out of shape—plainly it too could not last much longer. "That brat is about to die. There's no reason for me to die with him.
I'll get out of here first! Human Sovereign Creation Art! " Xing Han shouted low, and his body suddenly shrank violently, down to the size of a mote of dust, and so escaped being swallowed by the yellow sand.
His Creation Art had come from Ban Gongcuo; Ban Gongcuo too had cultivated the Great Nurture Dark Demon Sutra, but in mastery of the Creation Art, Xing Han far surpassed Ban Gongcuo, and stood even further above Shen Mu, lord of the Dark Demon Cult.
The moment he shrank, the grains of yellow sand abruptly swelled enormously. Xing Han's face went slack with horror: countless round boulders the size of planets danced through the air and came crashing at him!
Great and small are relative. He had shrunk by countless times, and the sand grains had swelled by countless times; those grains were now one enormous planet after another.
He seemed to have fallen into a vast river of stars—but a river of stars beyond all terror, in utter chaos.
"This is a god-slaying formation, made to kill true gods!
This transformation—star-sand turning into stars—it is a formation that shifts with my own shifting! " Xing Han groaned, caught between two star-sands vast as planets, and nearly spewed out a mouthful of old blood.
The two planet-like star-sands struck him and then parted left and right; two more came hurtling in, trapping him between them before he could dodge, and smashed him between them with terrible force. Boom, boom, boom— One collision after another.
Xing Han's face was ashen, and at last he could not hold back a mouthful of divine blood. These star-sands were no true stars, but primal soldiers of dozens of acres, and their impact was not so fearsome as one might imagine—yet their speed was appalling, and a whole chain of blows left Xing Han gravely wounded!
With a fierce shout Xing Han drove his divine power to the limit, striking one enormous star-sand after another away, and then suddenly screamed aloud; behind him a great flood spread out and became a long river that lifted his body up.
The long serpent of water danced, threading swiftly among the planet-like star-sands, dodging one planetary charge after another by the narrowest of margins. Xing Han let out a breath.
Just then, the star-sands blazed with brilliance, and starlight burst from them. In the sky, threads of starlight linked the countless star-sands, and tens of thousands of them merged into a single, utterly monstrous eye. "Oh no.
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. " The thought had barely formed when a beam of light shot from the evil eye of countless stars and blasted into him. The long river beneath his feet shattered; spewing blood, he was hurled backwards.
A single star-sand was not so strong, but joined together they were fearsome indeed—strong enough to wound him! And in that boundless starfield, star-sands gathered without end, becoming eyes that floated in the air; hum, hum, hum—beams of starlight shot back and forth, lancing at Xing Han.
Those were starlight sword-qi, keen beyond measure; even a body that could be called a true god's flesh could not withstand them!
"I've been driven into the formation.
There's no way out of this killing array now. .
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