Chapter 208: Surviving the Disaster

The fly swarm covered the sky and blocked the sun.

Little Wei Yuan sat in a chair, holding a cup in one hand, drinking tea that didn't exist, while reaching out to grab a fly that had drilled into the room, trapping it in a bell and casually throwing it into his Dao Foundation.

The flies came one after another; as soon as one disappeared, another drilled in, but as soon as it entered the room, it immediately became wooden and sluggish. Sometimes Little Wei Yuan would stretch and not pay attention, and it would fall headfirst onto the floor, its limbs twitching, unable to move.

At this moment, a five-story small pagoda also stood on the table, emitting invisible fluctuations. Coupled with the two on the window shutters, there were a total of three Mortal-Suppressing Pagodas in the small space. The Nether flies themselves were not of high rank; once suppressed by the three pagodas, they naturally could not move.

Little Wei Yuan caught several dozen Nether flies in succession and took the time to look toward the Shaman tribe. The Shaman tribe's protective shelter was currently covered by a light shield, and countless Nether flies were crawling on the light shield, gnawing crazily. However, the light shield was warm and tough, and the Nether flies couldn't gnaw much with one bite. Even if it were covered in Nether flies, the light shield itself could support it for half an hour, not to mention there was a constant supply of replenishment.

Little Wei Yuan reached out a finger, and a light shield also appeared on the small house. There were over a hundred types of such Dao techniques, and Little Wei Yuan knew at least seven or eight.

As soon as the light shield appeared, it was covered in Nether flies. Little Wei Yuan only felt his Dao power flowing away rapidly, unable to replenish the consumption at all, and in the blink of an eye, it was gnawed clean. Adding it all up, it hadn't even lasted ten breaths.

Little Wei Yuan's old face couldn't hold it, so he switched to an advanced Dao technique. The light shield he raised was orange-yellow in color, looking at a glance like it was not of common rank. This Dao technique's defensive power was increased by one fold, but the Dao power consumption was three times higher. In terms of the Dao technique system, this was a rare advanced Dao technique.

The effect and power of a Dao technique were basically fixed, and only a few would change with the rank of Dao power. It was very normal to pay three times the Dao power to increase the effect by one fold; going further up, several dozen times the Dao power might not even exchange for one fold of effect.

As soon as the clear yellow light shield appeared, Little Wei Yuan's Dao power surged out like a sluice gate. This time the light shield lasted a bit longer, a full thirty breaths, but essentially there was no difference.

Little Wei Yuan also knew a more advanced defensive Dao technique, consuming thirty times the Dao power, with defensive power three times that of the basic version. Little Wei Yuan felt there was no need to cast this Dao technique, lest he bring humiliation upon himself.

From these two Dao techniques, one could see the terror of the Nether flies; if one did not construct fortifications, Dao techniques and Primordial Spirits had absolutely no power of resistance in front of them.

However, the light shield on the Shaman tribe's protective shelter was silently mocking Little Wei Yuan.

Little Wei Yuan stood up abruptly, estimated the distance between the two sides, and then a long tripod appeared in his hand. He loaded a five-story small pagoda into it, then placed it on the window, aiming at the Shaman tribe's protective shelter.

The Five-Fold Pagoda flew out of the tripod, spanned dozens of miles, and slammed into the Shaman tribe's light shield!

The light shield was exceptionally thick and viscous; the small pagoda was stuck on it, unable to advance or retreat. But the next moment, following a movement of Little Wei Yuan's mind, the Five-Fold Pagoda suddenly exploded, and the raging Dao power storm blasted the light shield until it was flickering uncertainly.

The Shamans inside the protective shelter were all shaken until they were swaying, a Shaman woman rolled into Shengxin's arms, and another Shaman warrior pressed onto Hui Xin's back.

"What happened?" the Shaman woman cried out in panic.

Shengxin finally became serious, looked toward Little Wei Yuan's direction with slight heartache, and said in a deep voice, "He self-detonated his Dao Foundation, sigh... Earth-rank Dao Foundation self-detonation, that's why the power is so great... Hmm? Earth-rank?"

Shengxin suddenly felt something was wrong; how could this opponent only be Earth-rank? Even among Immortal Foundations, there shouldn't be many people like this.

He hurriedly looked outside and saw light flashing continuously, with one Five-Fold Pagoda after another constantly bombarding this direction! At this moment, Little Wei Yuan endured the needle-like pain in his consciousness, blasted out a Five-Fold Pagoda, and another one would appear in his hand, which he would then fill into the long tripod, then input Dao power, and then blast it out, detonating it after it hit the Shaman tribe's light shield.

The Five-Fold Pagoda was equivalent to an Earth-rank Dao Foundation, and the power of its self-detonation was a qualitative leap compared to before. One pagoda blasted over, and even the strength of the Great Shaman's protective shield dropped by a visible notch. Little Wei Yuan estimated that three or four shots would blast away one-tenth of the defensive shield's strength, so his spirit was lifted. Ever since the Eldest Senior Sister gave him the Five-Fold Pagoda, Little Wei Yuan made a few whenever he had time, and now there were over fifty small pagodas placed beside Mount Yushan.

Under the bombardment of the Mortal-Suppressing Pagodas one after another, even if the Great Shaman desperately transported magic power, he could not stop the defensive shield's strength from dropping, and in the blink of an eye, it fell to the point where it could shatter at any time.

An arc-shaped light blade suddenly appeared in the air, cutting the incoming two Mortal-Suppressing Pagodas into four segments!

Little Wei Yuan endured the pain in his consciousness and looked over, seeing that the defensive shield had already disappeared; it looked like it had been actively retracted by that Great Shaman. However, he had no choice but to retract it; how could defense compete with offense? Even if he were a Great Shaman, he could not support it after being bombarded by Little Wei Yuan.

Without the protective shield, the Great Shaman attacked in anger, slashing two of Little Wei Yuan's small pagodas, which looked more like venting his anger.

However, Little Wei Yuan had long since thought of his follow-up actions and did not argue with the Great Shaman at all. He blasted four or five small pagodas toward the protective shelter in succession, each trajectory flickering and uncertain. The two that blasted directly toward the protective shelter were both slashed by the Great Shaman, while the other three deviated quite significantly, landing several zhang away, which the Great Shaman couldn't be bothered to care about.

But when Shengxin sensed the Dao power erupting at three locations at extreme speed, he suddenly understood, and his expression changed drastically in an instant!

The three deviated Five-Fold Pagodas also exploded one after another, and the violent shockwave, carrying dozens of Nether flies and countless earth and stones, slammed into the protective shelter. The Shaman tribe's protective shelter was specially used to defend against Nether flies, and its own strength was quite average; how could it withstand the impact of three close-range Dao Foundation self-detonations?

It shook violently, deformed instantly, and the entire roof was lifted off!

Countless Nether flies instantly became like sharks that had seen blood, swarming toward the Shaman tribe.

A Nether fly had originally drilled into Little Wei Yuan's small house, suppressed until it was dizzy and turned, but at this moment, it also felt the call from the netherworld and actually intended to crawl out of the window again to go and besiege the Shaman tribe.

Little Wei Yuan reached out a large hand, grabbed the Nether fly's tail needle, pulled it back, and threw it into his Dao Foundation.

A white light soared into the sky from the Shaman tribe's camp. Shengxin held a Shaman woman in each hand, flew high into the sky against the milky-white light shield, and flew away in the direction from which the Nether flies were coming. It was just that in the blink of an eye, the light shield was covered in Nether flies, and countless Nether flies were pouncing toward the light shield like a storm, turning into a huge fly ball over ten zhang in size in the blink of an eye!

That Great Shaman's strength was indeed formidable; even like this, his flying speed was still incredibly fast, and he disappeared on the horizon in the blink of an eye.

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Several shrill screams rang out from the collapsed protective shelter. The four Shaman warriors and Shaman women who hadn't had time to escape were covered in Nether flies and were gnawed clean in the blink of an eye.

This scene was bloody and terrifying, but it was not beyond Little Wei Yuan's expectations. He had come to the Nether Cold Realm this time to destroy the kingdom of the Nether Shaman Shuli here, while also killing and wounding as many Shaman tribe members as possible. As for exploration and harvest, they were just incidental.

After the Shaman tribe fled, Little Wei Yuan became the only target of the Nether fly swarm. The small house was covered in Nether flies; they constantly searched for the entrance, and then drilled in one by one through the window, only to be grabbed and taken away one by one as they entered.

The vast majority of the Nether flies rose and flew again, merging into the fly swarm, and continued to fly toward the distance.

Half an hour later, the fly swarm finally went far away, and this Fly Heaven finally passed. Little Wei Yuan dismantled and retrieved the small house, and then went to look at the Shaman tribe's camp. This place was a white land, with nothing left behind; those few dead Shaman tribe members were as if they had never come to this world.

Little Wei Yuan did not stay any longer and returned to his original realm. This harvest could be called rich; not to mention getting a complete pair of short blades, he had also killed several Shaman tribe members whose strength was not weak.

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