Chapter 590 — The Calamity of Wuwang City
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
"Shen'er, stop driving the Mystic Body Three-Core Art!" Zaifu shouted, as though facing a mortal foe. "There's a strange thing in your eye! Stop, quickly!"
But it was too late. The black shadow had already filled Shen Mu's third eye and was about to step out.
"I feel filled with power..." A voice like sleep-talk came from Shen Mu's mouth. "Power that can destroy everything!"
At those words, every soul of Yincan Village went cold with fear — they had heard two voices! Two voices overlapping, speaking from Shen Mu's mouth.
Crack!
The sky shook violently; the light from the third eye bent space itself, and the dreadful power spilled out, rendering space unstable. Crack after crack appeared amid thunderous detonations.
Taihuang Heaven's space had been somewhat unstable ever since the demon race descended, easily torn — but by no means could any common wielder of divine arts tear it; at the very least, one needed the battle power of a god-demon to manage it.
And now the power coming from Shen Mu's eye was making the space all around him split open without cease, the dense cracks still spreading!
Below the watchtower of Wuwang City there were several dozen wielders of divine arts from Taihuang Heaven. Seeing crack after crack spread out on every side, they hurried to flee. Long Qilin, who was training hard, hastily looked up, saw a crack driving straight at him, and scrambled away. That spatial crack tore apart the ground where he had just been standing, and at once a chasm more than ten li long appeared, deepening without stop!
Long Qilin shuddered. Snow Fox bounded and leaped like the wind, jumped up onto the crown of his head, and cried: "Fat Dragon, run! The young master is about to show his true form—"
Long Qilin turned and ran for all he was worth. Behind him came an earth-shaking roar. Snow Fox looked back, and saw that the Green Ox too was fleeing in panic; behind the Green Ox stood that watchtower, a hundred zhang tall and more than ten mu about.
It was the watchtower that had made the roar. Warped by the cracks in space, it came apart where it stood into countless pieces, and every piece floated in a different fragment of space!
Then roar upon roar came rolling on — that was the residual divine arts of the god-demon battle in the Wuwang City ruins, stirred by the torn space; at once a chain reaction set in, and remnant divine arts after remnant divine arts burst forth, blooming like fireworks in the shattered space, uncommonly beautiful, beautiful beyond all words.
Snow Fox had no leisure to admire them. Looking at the butterfly-wing light, it felt a little downcast at heart: "The young master is no fox spirit, but a butterfly spirit..."
Where Shen Mu stood, the earth too was collapsing and sinking; the ground beneath the feet of Zaifu, the Blind Elder, and the rest kept sinking, exposing fiery lava!
The ruins of Wuwang City were falling into the earth; huge masses of soil and stone and broken walls and ruined pillars dropped into the rolling lava and threw up sheet after sheet of flame.
Everyone strove to steady themselves. Zaifu, the Silent Craftsman, the Blind Elder, Granny Zhu, and Ba Shan strained to hold back the tearing space and shield the Alchemist and the Deaf Elder, while the Lame Elder shuttled ceaselessly through one broken space after another, trying to draw near.
Their hearts were full of dread. The Blind Elder reached out and seized the Dragon Tuo divine spear; the spear moved with his body, and in a single turn he thrust out countless spear-shadows, holding off the vicious forces in the space around them, and shouted: "Zaifu, lend me your strength and let me get to him, so I can seal the eye on his brow!"
Zaifu gripped the Heaven Saber and rushed to his side, saying: "Granny, Silent Craftsman, you protect the others!"