Chapter 504

At midnight, all the Shaman altars were in place, and they began a full-scale attack.

This time, three altars cast blood curses, and since the Azure Void now had the Peerless Dao Domain, the power of the blood curses was greatly reduced. Mortals died in groups of a dozen or so, no longer falling down by the hundreds or thousands at the same time as before.

Wei Yuan patiently waited until all three blood curses were fully deployed and all the sacrificial power that should be used was used, before activating the power of the Dao Domain to dispel all three blood curses in one fell swoop.

Dozens of Shaman warriors on the three altars suddenly fell to the ground and died silently. Only the few Great Shamans presiding over them were spared, but they were all in a state of declining breath and severely injured. Several Great Shamans immediately flew onto the altars to carry away the surviving Great Shamans, each one filled with shock and suspicion.

Wei Yuan's counterattack this time was extremely fierce. Countless Shaman warriors around the altars were filled with panic, not understanding what had happened. How could the blood curse, which had consumed a massive amount of sacrificial power, suddenly disappear, and the Shaman warriors who cast the curse suffer such heavy casualties?

Wei Yuan remained calm, but in fact, the remaining nourishing power of the Azure Void had decreased by another small half. However, according to the information left by the immortals, the Shaman tribe's consumption should be ten times that of the Azure Void. Now it was the Azure Void using its nourishing power to fight against the Shaman tribe's sacrificial power, just to see who would be reluctant to give up and who would not be able to hold on first.

The remaining three altars of the Shaman tribe were strengthening the heaven and earth power of the Shaman Domain, directly compressing the Azure Void Realm, and Wei Yuan could not counterattack.

However, with the Peerless Dao Domain, the stability of the Azure Void Realm was doubled, and the difficulty of wanting to compress it rose in a straight line.

At this time, it was late at night, and the Shaman tribe's power was at its peak. They also used the altars to strengthen the heaven and earth power, so the Azure Void Realm was compressed by 50 miles. It was originally intended to be compressed by 100 miles, but after the Peerless Dao Domain was activated, the effect of Shaman magic in this regard was also greatly reduced.

But retreating 50 miles was also very fatal; the entire Ding'an City was exposed outside the realm.

At the Shaman army's center, a Shaman standing three zhang tall picked up a drumstick and began to beat the war drum. His whole body was glowing with blood, and his aura was extremely fierce; he was clearly a Desolate Shaman. And the Heaven-Supporting War Drum in front of him was made from the skin of an immortal-level monster. A single drum beat could imbue 100,000 people with bloodlust.

Seeing this Desolate Shaman, Wei Yuan felt a chill in his heart, but he was not surprised. It wasn't as if only the Desolate Ancestor tribe had Desolate Shamans. Hongye had suffered a great loss in the last battle and must have gone back to bring reinforcements.

The Shaman army's front line rose with sheets of blood light, instantly becoming violent and bloodthirsty, and began to charge while howling.

Wei Yuan took advantage of the fact that the realm power of Ding'an City had not completely dissipated, activated the city defense array, and then the city defense firepower was fully opened, while the railguns began to throw missiles to bombard the Shaman tribe.

The Great Shamans in the Shaman army took action to intercept, but the human cultivators also controlled the missiles to dodge. The missile trajectories were erratic, and many still successfully landed, each taking away the lives of thousands of Shaman soldiers.

The Shaman army was like a tide, surging in from all sides. The Azure Void was like a levee, shattering the first wave of the tide on the embankment.

The Shaman army used the Heaven-Supporting War Drum to activate bloodlust, while the Azure Void defenders had the "Moment of All Living Beings." The Shaman army's vanguard was originally one rank higher than human mortals on average, and after activating bloodlust, their combat power rose by another rank.

However, the "Moment of All Living Beings" could directly raise mortals by two ranks. By comparison, the human mortals' strength was slightly superior, and coupled with the cover of muskets, bunkers, city defense cannons, and missiles, basically one mortal could trade for two Shaman soldiers.

In Wei Yuan's perception, as soon as the two armies engaged, the auras of his own soldiers disappeared on a large scale. And in the bunker area he personally guarded, the fighting was exceptionally bloody and tragic. The two layers of bunkers in the front were all lost in less than half an hour, and all the total of 10,000 defenders inside were killed in battle.

This time, the Shaman tribe placed six legions on Wei Yuan's side, three in the front and three in the back, forcing Wei Yuan to fight a meat-grinder battle.

Wei Yuan's spiritual sense moved, and he summoned several special missiles. The missiles exploded at high altitudes in various locations, and several extremely intense white lights suddenly lit up over the battlefield, illuminating the area within a hundred miles as bright as snow in an instant!

This kind of light was exceptionally stimulating to the eyes of the Shaman tribe, while the human race just felt it was dazzling. In an instant, countless Shaman soldiers screamed and covered their eyes, while the human race took the opportunity to slaughter them.

Suddenly, the earth shook and the mountains swayed again, and the three small bunkers at the very front exploded continuously. It turned out that Wei Yuan had secretly buried explosives underground. The Shaman tribe was only busy guarding against the missiles in the sky and didn't expect that the bunkers they had occupied were all gunpowder barrels.

Then the two armies engaged in a fierce battle on a front line of more than ten miles.

In the center of the battle line, Little Monk Red Lotus's face had become extremely ferocious. He held a jade knife in one hand and a demon-subduing pestle in the other. Endless waves of a blood sea appeared around him within ten zhang, but in the darkness, no one noticed the anomaly.

Shaman soldiers who entered the blood sea would immediately become drowsy and slow in their movements.

The little monk waved out blades of light a zhang long, and with one sweep, he cut more than a dozen Shaman soldiers at the waist. The demon-subduing pestle waved out sheets of dark golden light mist. The light mist was several zhang in radius, and once a Shaman was stained with the light mist while in the blood sea, after a moment, their eyes would burst and they would die spraying blood.

Wei Yuan naturally noticed the little monk, but it was the first time he had seen him fight in an army formation.

Every move of the little monk seemed unremarkable, but the killing was extremely efficient and terrifying. Every moment, dozens of Shaman soldiers would die around him. It had been less than an hour since the beginning, and the number of Shaman soldiers who died at his hands had already exceeded 5,000!

Wherever the little monk's blood sea passed, the Shaman army's morale seemed to lose its effect. Regardless of whether they were Shaman soldiers, nobles, or Great Shamans, they would all become exceptionally weak.

Seeing this, Wei Yuan realized the little monk's uniqueness. He specialized in slaughtering Shaman soldiers below the Dao Foundation stage, whether they were lowly people or elites; as long as they entered his blood sea, they would not live for more than five breaths.

And once a powerful Dao Foundation cultivator or Great Shaman appeared, Kong Que Buddha Mother, who was hiding in the army, would take over. Kong Que Buddha Mother's way of attacking was also very strange, occasionally clasping his hands in worship.

Even if it was a Great Shaman, as long as they were stained with the little monk's blood sea and then worshipped by Kong Que Buddha Mother, they would immediately lose half their lives. Those who were clever would turn around and run, and could still save their lives; those who reacted slowly and were worshipped again would be on the verge of death, and after three worships, they would surely die.

The two monks cooperated very tacitly. In one hour, Kong Que Buddha Mother had already killed three Great Shamans and nearly a hundred various Power Shamans, Blood Shamans, and Law Shamans.

Heaven and earth energy constantly surged above the two monks, mixing with the surrounding killing intent, karma, and bloodiness. The two monks had amazing combat records; one could tell just by looking at this continuous gift from heaven and earth.

For a time, the battle line where the two of them were located actually had a faint trend of pushing back!

Just seeing this, Wei Yuan was strange. The little monk was slaughtering ordinary Shaman tribesmen like this, wasn't he afraid of karma? Kong Que Buddha Mother's karma didn't seem to be any better. But Kong Que Buddha Mother had an "I'm used to it" look, so Wei Yuan guessed that either the little monk's Dao Foundation was special, or his luck was extraordinary and he didn't fear karma. Looking at the blood sea around him, he might even be using karma to cultivate.

The local battle situation did not affect the overall situation of the battlefield.

At this time, the front line was repeatedly contested, and the front wall of Ding'an City had changed hands several times. Wei Yuan gave orders almost mechanically: 10,000 people filled in, wiped out; another 10,000 people filled in, wiped out again.

Finally, the city defense array could not bear the burden and was completely extinguished. This time, Wei Yuan did not send anyone to the front wall, but instead withdrew the troops in the city to the outside of the city in advance, and then treated the rear wall as the new front line, starting to garrison and fight for it here.

Every moment, thousands of soldiers on both sides died.

A burst of crying and shouting suddenly sounded on the battlefield below Wei Yuan; it was the refugees from Zhao Guo. They were originally garrisoned at the very back, thinking that this battle would not be their turn. But they didn't expect that the Shaman army was so numerous that it had actually pushed all the way to the last line of defense!

Many refugees shouted and threw away their weapons, wanting to escape. But Wei Yuan had equipped 3,000 death-defying soldiers among them, which was a part of the original 80,000 people.

These death-defying soldiers immediately shouted to stop them, and even swung their knives to cut down dozens who wanted to escape. Then they were the first to climb the city wall and began a life-and-death battle with the Shaman tribe.

The refugees from Zhao Guo were originally shivering, but at this moment, an invisible force descended from the sky, instantly making them feel that they were incomparably powerful.

Then, one after another, faint light curtains fell. The refugees covered by them immediately had bloodshot eyes, no longer afraid, and became incomparably brutal. Seeing someone taking the lead in the bloody battle, they immediately howled and climbed the city wall, starting a bloody life-and-death battle.

【Looking one by one】

Feng Chutang appeared in the night and nodded to Wei Yuan. He looked exhausted, and there was a clear blue-black color on his forehead.

The two did not stop at all and immediately flew to the next bunker with Zhao Guo refugees, handling it in the same way. Wei Yuan blessed them with the "Moment of All Living Beings," and Feng Chutang cast the "Hundred Battles Heroic Soul."

By the time all four bunkers were handled, blue blood vessel patterns had appeared on Feng Chutang's face, looking exceptionally ferocious, and his movements had become slow, as if he were carrying a heavy mountain.

"I have to... go... rest for a while..." Feng Chutang barely maintained his flight and flew slowly toward the core of the realm.

At this time, Wei Yuan suddenly heard a crisp cracking sound in his ears. Turning his head to look, he saw that the source of the sound was actually the little monk. A blood vessel at the corner of his eye burst, his whole eyes became blood-red, and blue veins appeared on his forehead. His originally handsome face became ferocious and terrifying. The blood sea around him was obviously much larger, like substance, and the waves were surging.

Kong Que Buddha Mother chanted a Buddha name and said, "Let's stop here."

The little monk gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, I can hold on for a while longer. If I don't kill them all, this young master's spiritual platform won't be clear... Why are there so many Shaman tribesmen, damn it!"

Kong Que Buddha Mother sighed and continued to fight.

Half an hour later, the fourth layer of bunkers all fell, and all 50,000 Zhao Guo refugees were killed in battle. And the Shaman tribe left nearly 100,000 corpses here.

The little monk had just killed the 15,000th enemy when suddenly the blood sea boiled. His eyes burst, spraying two long blood pillars. But he just hummed lightly and still stood without falling! The surrounding Shaman tribe was terrified for a moment and dared not come forward.

Kong Que Buddha Mother sighed lightly, picked up the little monk, and turned away. He walked through the air, leaving a blood-colored footprint in the air with every step.

Wei Yuan's sight shifted again, and he saw more than a dozen Dao Foundation cultivators fighting to kill their way out of the Shaman army formation, with two people in the middle carrying Xu Henshui. At this time, Xu Henshui's left arm was gone, and there was a transparent hole in his abdomen; he was unconscious. However, gifts from heaven and earth were constantly pouring down from above; clearly, he was not the only one.

It seemed that Xu Henshui had been fighting with several Great Shamans above the Shaman tribe, and after being seriously injured, he fell into the enemy's army formation and was desperately snatched back by these cultivators. It was just that 50 Dao Foundation cultivators had killed their way in, and only 12 were left when they came out.

There were really too many Shaman tribesmen; not only were there many ordinary soldiers, but the Great Shamans were also several times more than the human Dharma Form cultivators.

The sky was about to brighten, and the Shaman tribe showed no sign of retreating, still throwing waves of troops into the battlefield.

In Wei Yuan's eyes, he could see countless souls crying and wandering in the air, seeing squads of mortals entering the battle line, and then dying in squads.

Suddenly, a burst of anger arose from the bottom of his heart. Wei Yuan took out a Sun Bomb and said loudly, "Hongye! I heard that you were also a top-notch Ghost Shaman in the past. Do you dare to fight me to the death?!"

Wei Yuan's voice resounded throughout the battlefield, while Hongye stared at the Sun Bomb in Wei Yuan's hand, his expression solemn.

Wei Yuan waited for a moment, but there was no response, so he cursed, "Trash!"

He flew into the sky, with his back to the rising sun, facing the entire Shaman army, and shouted again, "Who has 3,000 years of life, dare to fight me to the death?!"

The Shaman army was silent. After a moment, the horn for retreat sounded.

(End of chapter)