Chapter 2770: Done?

The words had barely fallen when someone stepped out from above the stockade wall, holding aloft a purple-gold gourd and swinging it forward several times, as if pouring something down onto the city below.

But even after he put the gourd away, no one saw anything emerge from it.

Anyway, this strange action was not conspicuous amid the chaos of the battlefield.

Yunqing Shen recognized him: "That is Fuji True Person of Ling Mountain, skilled in commanding the wind. I fought him in ancient times."

Commanding the wind?

More than a dozen breaths later, something seemed to stir above the wall of Mingsha Lin stockade; the wind on the battlefield grew ever more violent, whirling up dust, sand, earth, even bloodstains and remains, blowing them skyward.

"It's a wind monster!" the elite Bèijiā accompanying the march pointed at the sky, "Your Reverence, be careful!"

In just that span of a dozen breaths, a huge wind monster appeared in the sky, standing over thirteen zhang tall; its upper body was humanoid but immensely sturdy, while its lower half was merely a small wind vortex.

Wind monsters in the mortal realm are not singular; this great wind monster before us is a demon beast tamed by Fuji True Person from the Wind-Calling Plains, raised for over a thousand years, possessing tremendous power.

As the wind monster just took form, someone unknown at the top of the stockade wall fired a rocket arrow.

The flame glowed white with a hint of deep blue, looking eerie at first glance. Moreover, this arrow was not aimed at the Bèijiā troops below the city, but was seized outright by the wind monster.

With a sudden whoosh, the fire, riding the wind, spread rapidly across the wind monster's entire body.

The whirlwind in midair instantly transformed into a fire-wreathed dragon tornado. Immediately thereafter, it locked onto its target and howled straight toward Tongming True Lord.

Bèijiā's yuan power contended equally with divine abilities and demon beasts, but this great wind monster's charge was equivalent to a fifteenth-level typhoon; even after yuan power forcibly reduced its drag, Bèijiā soldiers were momentarily blown so hard they could not open their eyes or stand firm, instantly toppling this way and that.

Not to mention their sorry state—if it were the Bálíng soldiers facing the great wind monster, likely not even half their army would avoid being blown into the sky.

Many had no time to close their eyes before being instantly blinded by the searing light—

The eyeball, so delicate an organ, even with abundant yuan power protection, is easily scorched.

Nor need we mention that the wind also carried raging sand, spinning at a speed of a hundred zhang per breath, striking the human body with ten times the ferocity of a slingshot. Though yuan power reduced the typhoon's force, it might not be lethal to Bèijiā soldiers, but the sand would surely make them see ghosts and lose their senses.

The spellcasters in the legion immediately activated a triple-layered stabilizing barrier, holding for fifteen breaths before being shattered.

This big fellow is truly ferocious.

Yet within those fifteen breaths, everyone also loosed arrows at the great wind monster.

Bèijiā, rich and bold, used special-typed arrows that glowed red; striking the wind monster made it howl in pain repeatedly, even reducing its wind force considerably.

This is the nature of yuan power: even something formless and intangible like a wind monster cannot be immune to yuan power's harm.

It then spun violently again, flinging more than twenty Bèijiā elite into the air, and immediately lunged straight at Tongming True Lord.

In the gravity domain, its movement was unaffected, still free to come and go.

After all, wind itself has no weight?

Other attacks aimed at Tongming True Lord—whether arrows, weapons, or divine abilities—mostly have substance. With substance comes weight, and thus they fall under the gravity domain's influence.

Hence, the gift He Lingchuan gave Tongming True Lord was the wind-and-fire dual assault. Even if it could not gravely wound Tongming True Lord, at least it would sweep away the surrounding Bèijiā elite, easing the pressure on our side for the assassination.

Tongming True Lord curled the corner of his mouth, giving a cold smile.

He has possessed the gravity domain for not just a day or two; long ago, countless enemies pondered how to deal with him, using formless, intangible things to attack him—is that really such a rare tactic?

He has long since dealt with it countless times.

Seeing the wind monster rush toward him, Tongming True Lord casually reached out and seized a qing-glowing tuóyuè, aimed its opening at it, and pulled hard on the wind bellows at the back!

The tuóyuè is a wind bellows; ancient people used it to blow air into stoves and furnaces, and naturally immortals later refined it into a magical implement, which Tongming True Lord later seized for his own use.

Those who have used the tuóyuè know that its wind bellows come with long pleats; drawing in wind is actually far more powerful than blowing it out. Tongming True Lord pulled open the wind bellows, and the tuóyuè's mouth instantly burst forth with matchless, powerful suction!

The nearby Lin Mu were first snapped and sucked in. Even the two Bèijiā elite blocking the front could not escape, likewise drawn into the tuóyuè. The great wind monster happened to be charging toward Tongming True Lord; at this moment, trying to spin away to escape was too late—it was sucked in with a slurp, so fast that even Fuji True Person on the Mingsha Lin stockade wall had no time to recall it, and he exploded in a curse.

Damn it, the treasure I've raised for over a thousand years has actually been taken by the heavenly demon!

However, just as Tongming True Lord raised his hand to close the tuóyuè, a Bèijiā elite, thrown off course by the wind monster's residual force, suddenly lunged at him, the dark gleam in his hand slicing straight at his nape.

Several Bèijiā soldiers beside Tongming True Lord had been blown askew by the wind monster; this person's movement was not abrupt, and only after returning to the battle group did he suddenly strike, swift as a startled swan.

The angle, speed, and force of that sword strike were exquisite to the peak, devoid of killing intent, instead carrying a gentle resoluteness.

This person wore Bèijiā armor and helmet, and had just then not been restricted by the gravity domain, so Tongming True Lord and others naturally assumed he was also part of the accompanying Bèijiā elite.

Yet here lies a bug: Tongming True Lord is not fighting alone this time; he is surrounded by a large group—so how does the gravity domain distinguish friend from foe?

The battlefield changes in an instant; even Tongming True Lord must focus entirely on fighting—who has the mind to specially discriminate?

Moreover, why would a great heavenly god like him expend excessive effort on these expendables?

So, it's simple: rely on attire to distinguish. Those wearing Bèijiā armor are allies, receiving the gravity domain's enhancement; those wearing Panlong armor are enemies, only subject to the gravity domain's restriction.

This method is somewhat crude, but in the current battlefield it is actually the optimal solution. The point is, who would pay special attention to such a minute underlying law?

Yet there is one person who would.

As his blade sliced toward Tongming True Lord, several figures nearby successively emerged, attacking the surrounding Bèijiā elite and Yunqing Shen.

Precisely He Lingchuan's god-slaying squad.

He designated several members to disguise as Bèijiā soldiers, taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn by the wind monster before bursting forth.

The wind monster was merely half a blind. Under yuan power's reduction, He Lingchuan did not expect it to inflict much harm on the enemy; he relied solely on his own blade!

This blade also has a name: Gentle Severing Waters.

Clearly, there were still many Bèijiā elite nearby, yet not one had time to intervene; they watched helplessly as the blade slid smoothly and continuously across the nape of Tongming True Lord's beast mount.

Sha Wei on the side blocked an enemy strike, saw the scene, clenched his fist in delight: "Done!"