Chapter 2885

The Great Heavenly Demon Pili Tian opposite the chasm furrowed his brow.

The enemy's Mountains and Rivers Solidified Grand Formation had already been loosened by him, and he was certain of this; he also firmly believed that Panlong was already at the end of its rope, its spiritual power exhausted.

All he needed to do next was extend his power smoothly onto the Chipa Plateau, and he was confident he could utterly shatter the now-defenseless, fragile walls of Panlongcheng!

But now, for some unknown reason, the defensive power of Panlongcheng suddenly strengthened again.

No, not only Panlongcheng—even the rock strata and land beneath it were harshly and rigidly repelling the power Pili Tian had probed into, pushing it back outside the door.

Strange—where did these guys inside Panlongcheng borrow new power from?

Some divine artifact, or……the Great Square Vase?

Thinking of the Great Square Vase, Pili Tian's heart stirred. Three thousand years ago, it also participated in the forging of the Tianluo Star, and he knew well that the star's heart-core held infinite potential. Over these thousands of years, who knows what the Great Square Vase has become, or what power it has evolved into!

Just then, a strong wind blew from somewhere, snapping Bega's military flags into loud rattling.

The wind started at force seven or eight, and in the blink of an eye its intensity rose, soaring all the way to at least fifteen or sixteen.

The wind also carried vast amounts of yellow sand, each grain spinning at high speed; striking an ordinary person was like being hit by a shotgun blast, and a living body would instantly be riddled with holes like a honeycomb.

Though the Bega army had spiritual power protecting their bodies and wouldn't be blown to death on the spot, in this moment they were also blown by the wind and sand until they couldn't open their eyes, with blood coming from their noses and faces.

Under such a raging wind, how many people could still stand firm?

In the rear Bega camp, not only did hundreds of tents instantly get blown away, but supplies, wagons, horses, and even living people were also blown off who knows where.

Gao Huaiyuan grabbed his cloak to cover his eyes and urgently ordered:

"Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, quick!"

His main tent had the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl protecting it, so it was fine; the camp also scrambled to set up a wind-blocking grand formation, but the effect was minimal.

The formation's foundations were also blown away by the strong wind.

Formations also have limits, and the wind's ferocity exceeded what it could withstand.

Everyone looked up, only to see the sky filled with strange, bewildering clouds, and dozens of enormous wind dragons descended from heaven, reaching from sky to earth, sending everything they could grab flying upward!

Even more terrifying, after these wind dragons swept across the battlefield, they would chase after the Bega army!

On the contrary, they completely ignored the Panlong soldiers beside them, at most making them rub their eyes, but not harming their lives.

If He Lingchuan were here, he would instantly recognize this as the famed Sandstorm Season of the Panlong Desert in later ages!

During the Sandstorm Season, hurricanes gather with raging sand, and this desert rejects all living beings from approaching.

The wind and sand also contain the Three Corpses Worms; if a Bega soldier's protective talisman is blown away, the Three Corpses Worms will mercilessly seize their consciousness, driving them mad on the spot—this thing cannot be driven away by spiritual power.

Pili Tian pointed at the few wind dragons nearest the Natural Bridge and shouted several times: "Freeze!"

The air in the area where the wind dragons were suddenly solidified.

This is the Spatial Stasis Divine Technique.

With no air movement, wind cannot form; thus the wind dragons dissolved in place, endless yellow sand falling back to the ground like a shower of blowing sand.

But new wind dragons formed rapidly, faster than the eye could follow.

Eliminating them one by one treats the symptom, not the root. So Pili Tian again took out a silver Sword Mountain from his bosom, softly recited a few lines of incantation. The silver needles within the Sword Mountain flew up on their own into the midair, transforming into streaks of silver light, shooting in all directions.

The defenders on Panlongcheng's walls, looking down from above, could see that these silver needles' impact points basically covered the Bega army. On the Sword Mountain they were only the size of toothpicks, but before landing they kept swelling, and when they crashed down with a boom, they had become silver giant pillars five zhang tall!

Thereafter, using these twelve silver pillars as supports and boundaries, a vast pale silver barrier arose.

Once the arrogant wind dragons entered this barrier, they would be severed at the waist, the vast amounts of sand and stone losing their support and turning into sand rain that fell down.

This is a set of divine artifacts Pili Tian personally refined, the Stasis Formation.

But it only blocks the wind dragons' invasion of the Bega army; it cannot make the entire battlefield utterly calm, with not a breath of wind.

This is because the barrier cannot completely stop air flow; otherwise, the Bega army inside would suffocate.

Moreover, the Bega army's numbers are truly enormous, occupying a vast area. Even for a Great Heavenly Demon like Pili Tian, completely stopping air flow over such a large area would not be easy.

The Sandstorm Season stirred up by Zhong Shengguang borrowing part of the Great Square Vase's power itself merged with natural forces. If Pili Tian wanted to suppress it completely, it would purely be a lone individual opposing nature.

It would be taxing, and also unnecessary. Therefore he precisely controlled the barrier's strength—only cutting off those wind dragons capable of directly killing people, but not stopping ordinary strong winds from blowing through.

Thus within the barrier, people still felt the sand and wind stinging their eyes, blowing until their skin ached.

Even though it wasn't a complete windbreak, at least half of these twelve giant silver pillars were still swaying, as if hit by a magnitude seven or eight earthquake. This meant the Sandstorm Season was contending with Pili Tian's energy, each trying to undermine the other's foundation; one slip by the latter, and the pillars might be uprooted entirely.

Seeing this, Pili Tian's divine glory on his shoulders flashed, and the twelve giant pillars likewise had silver light flicker, then stabilized.

Clearly Pili Tian had increased his divine power input to them, pressing down the influence of the Sandstorm Season.

This was another secret contest between the Great Heavenly Demon and the Grand Firmament Heavenly Pearl; he was confident, because the mysterious power protecting Panlongcheng and the Chipa Plateau was already rapidly declining—how could it afford such a violent assault?

The more it was overdrawn, the faster it would perish.

But soon he let out a huh, because the resistance encountered by the twelve silver pillars rapidly increased, while the world beyond the silver barrier was already flying sand and rolling stones, a haze of yellow between heaven and earth.

He then consecutively added two more surges of divine power, only then letting the silver pillars stabilize against the wind and waves, preventing them from being blown away.

As for Panlongcheng opposite the chasm, the damage it suffered had also healed, and even the divine power it had used to invade the Chipa Plateau was reflected back—clearly, the Mountains and Rivers Solidified Grand Formation set up by Panlong had already re-stabilized.

How did the opponent suddenly perk up—was it the Great Square Vase itself taking action?

Just as this thought flashed through Pili Tian's mind, an anomaly suddenly arose in the moat.

Between the Chipa Plateau and the Panlong Wasteland lies a vast chasm; over more than a decade of increasing heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, this chasm has become a deep gorge. Panlongcheng treats it as a moat, having made it wide and deep, with the bottom's current rapid and violent.

In today's battle, if a Bega soldier fell in, and if he wasn't smashed to death on the hard stone, he would be swept away by the torrent for more than ten li; if lucky, he could be found downstream.