Chapter 78: Pressing the City

But this was also the last time.

It was now just a very hard but delicious snack.

The Immortal Lord gripped the hilt tightly, holding the struggling but powerless sword in His palm. Dragon blood that looked like ice crystals slowly climbed up the hilt along the sword.

Starting from the hilt, the deep blue dragon blood covered the sword body bit by bit, like an ice frost snake slowly swallowing the sword, or like some kind of moss disease growing on the bright sword body.

And they were struggling to pierce downward, wanting to penetrate into the sword body, and some had already succeeded.

The Severing-Heart Glaze's trembling became weaker and weaker, and the dragon frost slowly covered the entire sword body.

But those sharp dragon frost ice crystals, after penetrating the surface layer, found it very difficult to continue piercing downward.

The Immortal Lord shook gently, the ice crystals fell off, and the exposed sword body was infected by deep blue lines, like twisted parasites.

The golden pupils fell on this sword. It needed a considerable amount of time to "digest," but He didn't have this time now.

He threw the sword away casually. The sound made by such a sharp object breaking through the air at extreme speed was not a blast, but a sharp whistle.

A stream of light flashed by. The sword pierced through the body of the woman who had just stood up on the ground, pinning her back to the ground.

The purple lightning and ice frost attached to it flowed through her limbs and bones. Ming Qitian held the hilt of the sword in front of her chest, and for a moment, she was unable to pull it out.

She struggled to lift her head, and the figure in the sky was slowly descending.

But it was not coming for her. The figure landed back on the city tower, looking down at this small city.

Ming Qitian frowned slightly—what did He want to do?

The Immortal Lord stood on the city tower.

He slowly lifted His hand, aiming at a piece of houses at the foot of the city wall.

With a light, empty grip of His claws, that entire corner of the city exploded.

Dozens of houses were razed to the ground in an instant. Ming Qitian barely raised her hand to support her True Qi, and the flying wood and stones almost buried her again.

Over a hundred commoners were lifted into the air by invisible hands—men, women, old, and young, each with a noose hanging from the sky around their necks, forming a shocking and terrifying picture.

This claw He lifted slowly decomposed, reappearing the scene in the mountain, turning into over a hundred small deep blue meat chunks.

They flew forward, each as if sliding along invisible threads, and the end of each thread was a terrified and struggling commoner.

'Don't.'

Ming Qitian thought. Her hand holding the hilt tried to exert force again, but the numbness and severe pain of her body caused her to fail again.

In the sky, the meat chunks touched the human bodies, and the people who were hung up began to mutate one after another. It was no longer just infecting the head, but mutating from head to toe into ferocious monsters. At this time, these "scouts" no longer needed to hide themselves.

As if the threads hanging them suddenly broke, these monsters fell to the ground one after another, and then rushed into the city on the roofs, on the streets, and on the treetops.

Like hunting dogs scattered out.

They would find many related things in a very short time, bringing dozens or even hundreds of "lines" for the Immortal Lord.

But the Immortal Lord would not sit still and wait.

He also began to destroy this city at the same time.

From under His feet, frost crawled out, quickly infecting the entire city wall under His feet, and then permeated toward the city.

Then, He gently lifted the newly born claws, and those tightly buckled hard scales suddenly opened, revealing the tough, squirming flesh and blood underneath.

Viscous deep blue liquid rose from the exits where the scales opened, gathering in front of the Immortal Lord, gradually becoming a liquid ball larger than His body.

If Pei Ye could see it, he would be able to distinguish at a glance what this was—Dragon Saliva, such a huge amount of Dragon Saliva!

The Dragon Saliva in front of Him was still gathering. The Immortal Lord lifted another claw toward the sky.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Dark clouds began to condense, and wind also rose from nowhere, blowing up the leaves scattered on the street.

The "Wind Uncle Rain Master Sword Sacrifice Chapter" used by Ming Qitian was like a child playing in front of such great power.

The "Wind Uncle Chapter" could naturally raise the wind, but the "Rain Master Chapter" could only control rainwater in a rainy day that had already arrived. It was rumored that only the Heavenly Tower Realm could make it rain through the "Rain Master Chapter."

And in front of this Immortal Lord, heaven and earth seemed to be servants bowing their heads and listening to orders. He just lifted His hand, and the sky turned dark, and the wind and rain came together.

The hand of the Immortal Lord condensing Dragon Saliva stopped at this time. The liquid ball was close to the size of a house. He lifted His hand gently, and the liquid ball rushed into the sky.

Ming Qitian watched His actions, just realizing what He was doing, when the noisy sound wave had already surged past her.

Ming Qitian's vision moved down, only to see the commoners running toward this side in panic and crying, and behind them, cold frost covered over, and more than a dozen "hunting dogs" ran in it.

These monsters didn't hurt people; they were entirely for the purpose of finding the target faster, but the fear and panic they brought had already caused many casualties.

And two monsters suddenly stopped when passing by, their ferocious heads turned to Ming Qitian, and the golden pupils locked onto her.

They pounced over in a leap.

But just as they left the ground, several water droplets crossed like swords, piercing their heads.

An arm wrapped around Ming Qitian's waist, taking her to leap backward.

"I've been waiting for a long time. He shouldn't be paying attention here now." Sister Xing Zhi whispered behind her ear.

"Thank you." Ming Qitian grabbed Sister Xing Zhi's wrist and said quickly, "Must let people hide, don't expose them outdoors—"

Her voice suddenly interrupted, and a drop of cold rainwater dripped onto her cheek.

She looked up, and what she saw was not just rainwater.

As if placed in a ghost realm, thousands of deep blue flame flowers drifted down from the sky, and the raindrops passing through them were illuminated for a moment and then disappeared.

And against the background of all this, black frost infected the sky.

In the county office.

Yue Muzhou could not see, but he heard the wind, and also felt the damp cold. His body, which was full of injuries, began to ache faintly.

Chang Zhiyuan sat beside him. This old man was much healthier than him, but he also had rheumatism, and was gently beating his legs at this time.

But his leg pain was not just because of the overcast rain, but more because of exhaustion.

In the past few hours, he had been coordinating and arranging all the remaining forces of Fenghuai without stopping, personally confirming every detail tirelessly, and making detailed explanations for every area in the city.

He was just an ordinary old man. For twelve years, he had been responsible for the livelihood of the commoners, and the forces under his command were used to fight small thieves and petty thieves. He had never learned how to face such an enemy.

He couldn't move the entire Fenghuai county town away, nor could he resist the enemy outside the city gate, so he could only try his best to let the commoners live a little longer.

Instructions such as locking the door from the outside to pretend no one was living there, and venting the air before hiding in the cellar were things that Sister Xing Zhi and the others couldn't think of, because only truly weak and powerless people could truly empathize with ordinary commoners.

At this time, the old man's work was finally completed. The county officials and the reinforcements from the prefecture had all been dispatched, leaving only one person to look after the locked Zhu Gaoyang.

He moved a stool and placed it next to the wheelchair. Two old men who had no strength to truss a chicken sat together on the porch, waiting together.

"Is it going to rain?" Yue Muzhou said hoarsely.

"Yeah, it got dark very suddenly." Chang Zhiyuan rubbed his legs, frowning and looking toward the sky. ===== CHAPTER 79 =====