Chapter 2791: Dragon-Binding Formation!

Seeing this, He Lingchuan, who had already returned to Chen Enya, laughed instead: "Fool!"

The Shuiyue Jing captured this precisely—this hinge did not disappear, but was directly shrunk by the divine art of the Tianmo Yuyu.

Only the purple light on the hinge has high resistance to divine art; Yuyu failed to shrink the iron ball to acorn size, its bulk still comparable to an ostrich egg.

Then came a loud "Boom!", followed by an unknown immortal or demon letting out a cry of pain.

Know that after the hinge is shrunk, the number of injured may decrease, but the impact force actually increases!

Gao Huaiyuan stood on the rear high ground, frowning secretly; after changing tactics, the situation unfolded as he expected—all immortals and demons concentrated on two routes, charging full force, its efficiency not higher than before's multi-pronged advance, and the front's advance speed not much faster.

Such concentrated attack, while beneficial for our immortals and demons to seize the offensive, equally benefits Panlong's elemental power to shine brilliantly!

He thought for a moment, then turned and transmitted several orders downward.

Not long after, Shi Chuchu suddenly pointed at the sand table and said: "Look, the giant elephant corps of Baoxiang Kingdom has quietly appeared, on the Longkeng battlefield."

The sand table displayed real-time changes in both sides' military strength; even on the sand, silhouettes of one elephant after another appeared.

But this is not within the two main battle lines of the Beijia army's main attack. Clearly, Gao Huaiyuan is using deception, taking advantage of Panlong's attention being drawn to the two main lines, he quietly dispatched the elephant corps to attack Panlong's weaker, obscure defensive lines.

Wendao Lun cursed: "Treacherous."

Warfare does not despise deceit, after all.

But Gao Huaiyuan's move is indeed effective—once the elephant corps speeds up and runs, it's like dozens of road-rolling vehicles lined up in several rows advancing side by side, forming a powerful air wall between them; anyone drawn in has only a dead end.

Not to mention, this pure physical impact force is something even immortals dare not block head-on.

Invincible in all directions!

Even Panlong soldiers bearing elemental power, if they fail to dodge in time, are crushed into minced meat!

Wherever the elephants pass, they truly leave behind a "blood road"!

Panlong also has elephants, but their numbers and size are inferior to the enemy's; deploying them now for collision would be meaningless.

The elephant corps truly deserves its status as Baoxiang Kingdom's elite unit—after just three rounds of impact, the Longkeng front advanced dozens of zhang, nearly catching up to the progress of the two central routes.

If this three-pronged advance continues, it will surely leave Panlong flustered.

Seeing this scene, He Lingchuan took a deep breath, turned to Zhong Shengguang and said:

"Your Majesty, please unleash the Dragon-Binding Formation!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Shengguang took a statue from his bosom, placed it in his palm, and gazed at it for a few breaths; this object then emitted a purple-red light.

Its shape is especially simple: just a pedestal, with dozens of copper pillars on it, each pillar hanging three chains.

When the wind blows, the chains clink and clank, exquisite as an artwork.

Zhong Shengguang stood on Chen Enya, grabbed the pedestal, and flung it toward the Longkeng direction:

"Go."

The pedestal did not leave his hand, but the dozens of pillars on it were flung out, tracing a very long, very long parabola in midair, rapidly expanding—ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times!

Then, precisely as he commanded, it landed accurately in Longkeng.

The elephant herd happened to pass over the semi-elliptical flat ground between the two hills of Longkeng, and they were planted one by one around the herd, like birthday candles stuck in a cake.

Each impact produced a loud boom, with rolling smoke and dust.

Others watching from afar were all horrified—originally matchstick-thin pedestal pillars, now each had become a thick, towering giant pillar twenty zhang high!

The pillars generally had large black blotches; the few pillars at the center of the pedestal had even been dyed black.

The elephant corps' immense impact force comes from weight and speed; of course, it cannot suddenly slow down in a short time, and it continues to advance.

Even if there are thorny traps ahead, they fear nothing; each elephant wears heavy armor, freely galloping through a hail of guns and arrows, and even Panlong army's elemental power struggles to pierce such thick defense.

But as soon as they stepped onto the Dragon-Binding Pedestal, the chains on the pillars seemed to be startled, raising their tips like snakes, poised to move toward the elephant herd.

In an instant, the elephant herd had already galloped over ten zhang further.

The chains then ceased being polite, each selecting a target, coiling upward like giant pythons.

On average, each elephant received two chains from different pillars—some around the neck, some around the waist or abdomen or hind legs.

The elephant leading the charge let out a long, trumpet-like cry, urging the herd to keep charging and break free.

On the battlefield, they only needed to charge straight ahead—this they had always believed and always done, effective every time!

But this time, they encountered a tough obstacle.

With a series of "sizzle" sounds, the chains, in their struggle against the elephant herd, were pulled straight, yet neither the chains nor the copper pillars suffered any damage!

The elephant herd's tremendous impact force, surprisingly, failed to pull them down or break them!

They stood firm in the dim night, radiating purple-red light.

This is no ordinary magical artifact, but a terrifying instrument of torture that even ancient dragon clans dread—part of the Dragon-Binding Pedestal, where over seventy giant dragons were once bound here to suffer punishment. When the Shadow Dragon ravaged the mortal realm, the Black Dragon God Sovereign specially prepared this pedestal for it, though in the end it was never used.

It is said that the giant dragon punished on the pedestal, the strongest among them, was bound with nineteen chains and managed to break five, yet still could not escape.

Today's elephant herd enjoys no such treatment—not even the strongest elephant leader is bound with more than five chains.

After the chains bind their prey, their tips pierce into the subcutaneous layer to feast on flesh and blood. Though the elephants wear heavy armor, there are always gaps between the plates; the chains' sharp points slip through the gaps, pierce through hide thicker than a quilt, and greedily devour the elephants' blood essence and true strength!

Dozens of elephants were bound, their bellows shaking heaven and earth. But since even ancient dragons could not break free from this weapon, they naturally could do nothing.

This loss of momentum naturally meant loss of impact force; Panlong army seized the moment, rushed into the Dragon-Binding Pedestal, grabbed weapons, and slaughtered these severely restricted opponents.

In the blink of an eye, four or five elephants met their end at the Yellow Springs.

The crisis at Longkeng was temporarily lifted; cheers rose from Chen Enya, yet Zhong Shengguang and He Lingchuan, seeing this, showed no joy on their faces.

He Lingchuan even sighed: "What a pity."

Too early.

The Dragon-Binding Pedestal was originally prepared for a more critical situation; He Lingchuan had predicted it would only be used in the second half of the night.

Who would have thought the Dragon-Binding Pedestal would be deployed so early, and not even used against immortals and demons?

Even if Zhong Shengguang retrieves it later and uses it again, the enemy has already seen its effect and will no longer suffer the first strike's surprise advantage.

I don't know why, but this chapter's scheduled update was blocked by the system, so I could only release it manually.