Chapter 678 — The Wounded Divine General
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
Xu Shenghua, Dao Lord Lin Xuan, and the others then threw themselves into repairing the shattered runes. Shen Mu swiftly took out the primal artifact for measurement and calculation, observed the speed of Luofu Heaven's fall, and rapidly calculated when and where it would collide with Taihuang Heaven.
After a moment he lowered the artifact in despair. "Only two hours remain. . .
" And the point of collision was vast beyond measure: the center of Taihuang Heaven, near Li City, a region over a hundred thousand li across, containing dozens of divine cities large and small—whether human territory or demon territory, all would be crushed directly beneath Luofu Heaven! A deep sense of helplessness came over him.
A collision of this magnitude was not something a figure like him could possibly withstand. Just then Shen Mu suddenly saw figures flying up from the alien star, rushing toward the falling Luofu Heaven. At the same time, streaks of light shot up from the demon race as well, heading straight for Luofu Heaven—the gods and demons of the Suspended Void Realm, and the demon gods of the demon race! These gods and demons were using their mighty bodies and magic power to hold Luofu Heaven back by force, trying to make it deviate from its original course!
From Luofu Heaven came earth-shaking roars.
Hundreds upon hundreds of gods and demons, their sinews and bodies hideous with strain, hurled every ounce of their strength against it. Even as their flesh split and their muscles tore, they could not change the momentum of Luofu Heaven's descent—yet they did slow its fall a little. Luofu Heaven gradually tilted, like an enormous flying disc, and continued its descent toward Taihuang Heaven.
Time crept on. More and more ability users entered the Spirit-Energy Transfer Bridge, while armies of ability users were still being sent in an unending stream from the other divine cities. The alien star in the sky had now sunk more than halfway into Jingping.
Suddenly a rain of fire fell from the sky—debris from Luofu Heaven. Boulders as vast as mountains, melted and burning, plunged from the heavens.
Millions of fiery stones tore across the sky, trailing billowing smoke, and bombarded the continent of Taihuang Heaven. In the demon territory, Furiluo raced about, carrying ability users of the demon race from one demon city to another, delivering them to Shike City, the most strongly defended of all. Other demon gods were doing the same.
But the ability users that Furiluo and they carried were only of the demon race's highborn breeds; the lowly breeds could wail and beat the ground, and they paid them no heed.
There was no emotion in Furiluo's eyes. He did what he ought to do, mechanically.
He came to Xian City, and found it strangely tranquil, without the chaos of war he had seen in the other cities. Xian City was peaceful.
Though the demon commoners here had taken to the streets as well, not one of them made a sound. He saw a mother in the street holding her child, looking up at the sky, pressing the child's face to her breast. He saw lovers embracing, holding each other tight. Many demon commoners, families of several, huddled close together, their faces calm, watching the sky.
In the sky, a massive fragment trailed roaring fire down toward Xian City. In their eyes the fragment grew larger and larger, the firelight more and more brilliant, until their faces were lit a blazing red. "Run!
" Furiluo shouted at them.
No one of his race answered him.
The mother murmured softly to the child in her arms and did not look at their Honored King.
Boom— The fragment of Luofu Heaven struck. Xian City was annihilated in an instant; every demon in the city was torn apart and vaporized by flame and explosion in the blink of an eye. The terrible blast hurled Furiluo up and flung him hundreds of li away.
Furiluo crashed into a stretch of mountains and rivers, landing on his back, staring blankly at the shattered sky.