Chapter 963 — Blood Falls Like Rain in the Cold Night
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
Shen Mu's body merged with his primordial spirit, and with a shake he became the three-eyed Tubo, his frame swelling to some hundred zhang, towering like a mountain, not much smaller than those monsters.
He gripped a long whip of flame and cracked it out with a snap, coiling it around the neck of a charging monster; with a sharp tug the soul within flew out and was caught in the whip.
The whip retracted and lashed the white banner, and another contorted soul appeared within it.
The eye at the center of Shen Mu's brow opened, firelight shooting forward like a pillar, and the soul of another charging Taixu monster was scattered to nothing beneath its glare.
A monster rushed at his back; Shen Mu lifted a hoof and kicked it square in the brow, the Youdu demonic fire blazing beneath his sole and burning that monster's soul to ash.
Another monster charged up behind him, only for the tail at Shen Mu's rear to lock around its throat, hoisting it into the air head-down and slamming it down hard.
The monster was slammed senseless; as it tried to roll over and rise, Shen Mu's other ox-hoof came down on its brow, and its head burst with a pop.
Monstrous birds wheeled in the sky, shrieking as they swooped down, talons reaching; before they could land, the two horns of Tubo on Shen Mu's head blazed with light and fire, becoming two nine-winding Yellow Springs that locked the bird fast and burned it alive into a bird of fire, screeching without end.
Then out of nowhere a monster slammed hard into him; cracking sounds came from Shen Mu's chest as countless bones broke, and he tumbled and rolled into a palace, punching through it, then through another palace of the Creators, toppling one huge pillar after another before he finally stopped.
His Tubo body was broken, and he at once returned to his true form, swiftly rousing the Arcane Scripture of Flawless Creation to repair the damage to his flesh.
Ahead came boom upon boom; the monster that had knocked him flying crushed two great halls and came chasing after his trail, and just as it seemed about to slam into him again, Shen Mu abruptly seemed to melt, clinging to the ground and flowing as a black shadow, racing away. The monster was stunned for a moment, then went madly chasing after his shadow.
Luo Wushuang was using vital essence as blades to cut down monsters, but his strength fell short of his will; stealing glances around, he saw that everyone in the city was now in peril, some dead, some wounded. Even disciples of Heavenly Venerables, true deities who had comprehended the cultivation art of the Lesser Heavenly Court, could hardly withstand an assault like this. Suddenly another scream rang out—a true deity torn to pieces!
And after that true deity died, its soul drifted; the next moment flesh and blood madly sprouted around the soul, and it swiftly became a Taixu monster that charged at the others, recognizing neither kin nor friend!
Moreover, Luo Wushuang found that even when the monsters they killed were shattered or burned to ash, their bodies would swiftly be restored and they would resume the slaughter. Only by scattering their souls could they be truly killed.
And against monsters in such dense numbers, scattering their souls was no easy thing, for there were too many monsters and too many attacks—there was simply no chance for it!
"It seems I have no choice but to draw out the core of the Primeval Wood.
Even if it costs me my heavenly palace and scatters my soul, I must stake everything on one fight!
" Luo Wushuang clenched his teeth and was about to draw the core of the Primeval Wood from his brow when a black shadow suddenly swam to his feet.
The shadow rose straight up, swayed, and became Shen Mu; he reached out, drew the Primeval Wood core from Luo Wushuang's brow, and shook it in the wind, whereupon it swelled at once.