Chapter 694 — A Reckless Spree
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Foes he could overcome he cut down with flying swords; foes he could not he put to death beneath the God-Slaying Mystic Saber. The Gloom Capital disciples were stricken with terror by the slaughter and fell back and back. A hundred or so of them had gathered before the hall, and they took down the great bell that hung beneath the eaves.
"Blast him with the Heaven-Mourning Bell! " A hundred-odd Gloom Capital disciples shouted as one. The great bell flew up, its mouth aimed at Shen Mu.
It was made of eighteen rings locked together, each ring bearing countless intricate patterns and veins, engraved with the runes of the Gloom Capital. The Heaven-Mourning Bell was set in motion.
Ring after ring rotated in different directions, the engraved runes upon each kindling one by one.
As the rings turned to different marks, the fragments of runes between two rings combined into different runes, and different runes held different powers and might. The might of the spinning Heaven-Mourning Bell was roused; the bell's mouth suddenly gave a violent shudder, and a formless power came rushing straight at Shen Mu!