Chapter 1309 — The Primordial Ancestor Strikes
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
The Black Dragon Divine Spear in his hand stirred, and he thrust!
A dragon's roar reverberated, ringing through the valley!
Blind Elder struck with all his strength. The Long Tuo Divine Spear moved swift as wind and lightning; in an instant he thrust countless times—ding, ding, ding—madly stabbing every part of that skeletal arm.
Faint cracks sounded without cease, and the surface of the skeletal arm was suddenly covered in tiny fissures!
Though Blind Elder mobilized the thirteen layers of heavenly formations, drawing the blessing of heaven and earth's spiritual power, his own aura dwindled madly with every thrust of the spear. The rate at which his aura diminished was enough to make one's heart quail!
At the same time, the Silent Craftsman bellowed, and thunder crashed through the valley, deafening, audible even across every corner of the Great Black Wood's hundred thousand black mountains.
The thunder rolled back and forth between peak after peak, its echoes long and lingering. In the valley, it was as if a sun were rising slowly, growing brighter and brighter. That was the Silent Craftsman's Casting Heaven Palace, blazing with fire.
In the sunlight-like radiance, his primordial spirit surged from the palace, growing taller and taller.
His physical body swelled at the same time. He had once looked like a weathered old blacksmith, but now his muscles were savage, his flesh mighty, body and primordial spirit slowly overlapping!
Amid the blaze, the giant swung up his forging hammer, and the sun-like fire actually flowed into the hammer! The Silent Craftsman brought the hammer down—a blow that employed both micro-casting and macro-casting!
Who said a blacksmith could only forge iron? The Silent Craftsman could not only forge iron; he could also destroy others' divine weapons with utterly violent means!
In casting, he was a grandmaster; in destroying divine weapons, he was likewise a grandmaster!
Now that his Casting Heaven Palace was complete, to others he was a walking, human-shaped divine weapon of slaughter!
And destroying divine weapons was harder than destroying flesh—yet beneath his hammer, nothing was unbreakable!
Boom— His hammer fell, and the arm shattered at once, countless bone fragments flying.
Then those fragments, too, continued to break apart under that dreadful blow, as if countless invisible giants wielded hammers, meticulously smashing every particle of the bone!
The hammer struck the ground, and the valley shook violently.
The Silent Craftsman raised his hammer, joy on his face, and at the same time smiles rose unbidden on the Alchemist's and Blind Elder's faces.
They had finally succeeded! But the next moment, the smiles froze on their faces. That gaunt figure on the cliff wall, though both arms had been severed, still walked forward.
His face and one leg had already stepped out of the cliff!
That face wore an expression of boundless fury, and then the face began to rot—the Alchemist's poison at work.
The leg that had stepped out of the stone wall was rotting too, exposing bone.
The Alchemist's poison was too fierce—it not only attacked the flesh and destroyed bodily function, but also targeted his cultivation, causing the great dao he had forged to decompose, his dao chains to snap, his dao patterns to crumble, his runes to split into indivisible particles.
Yet his strength was too overwhelming; his face soon stopped rotting, and the toxin in his leg was forced out of his body. Blind Elder drove the Long Tuo Divine Spear into the ground with all his strength; formation patterns erupted.
He drew out Long Tuo, seized the Alchemist with one hand, and retreated swiftly.