Chapter 717 — The Power of the Netherworld's Old God
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
The skeletons of the demon-gods he struck away would often burst into fragments in midair.
His battle strength was the greatest of all; even Shen Mu, trading blows with him head-on, would find it hard to gain the upper hand.
If he were allowed to close to grappling range, it would be deadly beyond measure. Yet these bones could reassemble even after being ground to powder, truly uncanny, an army of god-demons that could scarcely be killed.
Lou Yunqu watched the course of battle with anxious urgency, fixing his stare on Shen Mu amid the swarming demons. He saw shattered bone fall ceaselessly from the sky into the Yong River, but at once reassembled skeletons would come bursting up out of the river, rejoining the fray.
The demon-gods of the Dark Capital were fierce and fearless of death, for they had long since died; they cared nothing for any attack, nothing for any wound. The Yong River was beaten until its flow was cut off, exposing the dragon vein beneath it. In recent years that dragon vein had grown swiftly, its scales and claws becoming ever more distinct.
The waters of that great river were hammered until they floated in the air, forming a magnificent and strange spectacle beneath the moonlight, like moons made of water, refracting the clear bright radiance of the moon. Shen Mu and the many demon-gods flew to and fro among the great orbs of water, locked in ceaseless vicious combat.
With every collision a skeletal demon-god was sent flying, and the recoil forced Shen Mu to shift his position again and again.
In the air the orbs of water burst one after another, scattering jade and spilling pearls, incomparably brilliant under the moonlight. Most terrifying of all was the God of Calamity: with a single strike his divine power pierced through dozens of the great water orbs, the mighty force of the god tearing them into their finest, most minute state.
"At this rate, taking him down will be no difficult matter. " Lou Yunqu could finally breathe a little easier.
Just then, he felt a chill at his back and hurriedly turned his head.
Behind his Dark Capital heavenly gate, in the dark world belonging to the Dark Capital, a figure was gradually taking shape; the moon of Jingping lit his face, revealing a handsome countenance. "Master!
" Lou Yunqu's heart gave a start.
He was about to offer his respects when he saw Yin Sovereign raise a single finger to his lips in a gesture for silence, and, smiling, look across the netherworld at Shen Mu. Lou Yunqu was baffled by his meaning, and unease gnawed at his heart. "Master himself is watching this battle. Can this Nether Capital Divine Child truly be so important?
His strength is great, to be sure, but not so overbearing as the legends say.
Why should he draw Master's attention? " Yin Sovereign's gaze was deep and dark, fixed fast upon Shen Mu as he fought the thousands upon thousands of skeletal demon-gods, his eyes following Shen Mu's every movement.
"So it is he. " Yin Sovereign mused. "We met in the Nether Capital.
I took him for Tian Shu's disciple; now it seems the boy was making a fool of me. To put on such an act.
.
. " The skeletal demon-gods of the Dark Capital were all dead men, while Yin Sovereign was a living god.
The dead could pass through the Dark Capital's heavenly gate into Jingping; he could not. The Dark Capital had once been a part of the Nether Capital, and had inherited certain of its properties, but not all.
This was also why Lou Yunqu and the others, if they wished to enter Jingping, had to ride the phoenix treasure ship of Qi Xiayu, the Crimson Emperor of the Southern Heaven.
"He still has not recovered to his peak.
Can it be that my Dark Capital Jade Mirror has suppressed him?
" He did not know that Shen Fengqing was two people in one body and one soul, and so he was somewhat bewildered.