Chapter 589: Strange

This place was over a thousand miles away from the Azure Void, and the pursuers never dreamed they would encounter an attack here. Many Flying Eagle Cavalrymen did not know what was flying toward them and tried to intercept them with Shaman magic.

However, the Azure Void had now developed a new generation of missiles, with the warheads all mixed with trace amounts of Nether Crystal, greatly increasing their ability to resist Shaman magic interception. These missiles had previously countered Great Shaman magic, so they were naturally very relaxed when facing Dao Foundation Shaman magic. Missile after missile broke through layers of Shaman magic obstruction and exploded in the flying eagle swarm.

Within a range of dozens of feet for each missile, the Flying Eagle Cavalry were either dead or injured; most of the Dao Foundation riders were directly shaken to death, and many of the Black Feather Flying Eagles, whose strength had reached the threshold of the Dharma Form, could not hold on after being injured and fell from the sky.

Several Blood Shamans of the Flying Eagle Cavalry who had reached the perfection of the Dharma Form suddenly had a feeling that a great disaster was imminent, discovering that the person they were hunting had changed shape again, his wings retracted, and he had completely transformed into a human form—it was actually Little Wei Yuan!

Although the Flying Eagle Cavalry had other battlefields and did not participate in the Rain Kingdom's war against the human race, as vassals of the Rain Kingdom, they had long known of Little Wei Yuan, and his fierce reputation was spreading wider and wider. At this moment, several Blood Shamans discovered that the person they were hunting was actually Little Wei Yuan, and they immediately lost all will to fight, beginning to summon the surviving flying eagles to reorganize their formation.

At this time, the only Nether Shaman still able to attack was much more cautious; the attacks transmitted from afar were fast but not powerful, and it cut off the connection after one strike, clearly guarding against Yin-Yang counterattacking along the causal connection.

The previous Nether Shaman who had been counterattacked after casting a blood curse still had no movement; it seemed it had been severely injured.

After revealing his true form, brilliant immortal light constantly rose from Little Wei Yuan's body, the aura of plant after plant of Immortal Plants was invoked, and then countless Daoist techniques converged into an overwhelming torrent of Daoist techniques, bombarding the Flying Eagle Cavalry, who had been thrown into chaos by the missiles.

Large swaths of ice clouds were shot from Little Wei Yuan's hands, most of which fell to the ground, landing on the injured flying eagles that had fallen. Some heavily injured flying eagles were directly frozen into ice blocks, and some lightly injured ones also became sluggish in their movements.

The flying eagles in the air dodged most of the ice clouds, but they did not expect to be cleverly driven by the ice clouds, gathering into several piles. Then, a series of sonic booms and flashing Daoist techniques exploded in the center of the flying eagle swarm, causing dozens more flying eagles to fall to the ground.

After unleashing a breath of Daoist techniques equivalent to the full magic power of seven or eight Dharma Form cultivators, beating the Flying Eagle Cavalry into a sorry state, Little Wei Yuan looked toward the several Blood Shamans.

One of the Blood Shamans had blood-red eyes and roared: "What are we afraid of? If we swarm him, can we not beat him?"

The other Blood Shamans were hesitant; they wanted to save the injured flying eagles but were unwilling to rashly fight Little Wei Yuan to the death.

At this time, military aura rose into the sky in the distance, and a cavalry army rushed over at full speed. Looking at the mountain-like military aura, the several Flying Eagle Cavalry commanders finally knew that the situation was impossible and could only call for the troops to retreat.

But Little Wei Yuan naturally could not let them retreat so easily, directly counter-attacking, and the two sides had another fierce battle. Little Wei Yuan withstood several long-distance spells from the Nether Shaman, and after chasing for a hundred miles, he cut down nearly a hundred more flying eagles under the joint attack of several Blood Shaman commanders.

Just as several Blood Shamans were fighting Little Wei Yuan together, a faint shadow quietly appeared and bit hard on the back of one Blood Shaman!

This bite directly bit through the Blood Shaman's protective Shaman magic, armor, and tough skin, tearing off a large piece of flesh!

The Blood Shaman let out a miserable scream and turned to swat at it, but his arm was bitten again, almost having the entire arm bitten off!

That tiny shadow moved like lightning, circling around the Blood Shaman, tearing off a large piece of flesh from time to time. Although it had no wings, it could move freely in the air, and its figure appeared and disappeared, constantly shuttling through the void—it was the Flying Marten that had arrived.

This Blood Shaman was at least at the perfection of the Dharma Form and had always been proud of his strong defense and solid Dharma Body, but he did not expect the Flying Marten to bite him like gnawing on a pine nut, biting through all defenses in one bite.

The Blood Shaman screamed constantly and then fled toward the distance regardless of everything. The Flying Marten chased after him. Little Wei Yuan continued to pour out Daoist techniques like a torrent, suppressing all the Great Shamans by himself, and from time to time, he could sneak attack a few more flying eagles.

The remaining Blood Shamans saw that the situation was impossible and immediately scattered and fled. Little Wei Yuan could not chase the flying eagles that were flying all over the sky, so he had to give up.

At this time, the cavalry army on the ground arrived and began to clean up the battlefield, capturing the flying eagles that were still alive.

These Black Feather Flying Eagles were huge and could use lightning, but if they could not fly, their strength would only be one or two percent. After they were captured one by one, they struggled for less than a few times before being tied up tightly like chickens and thrown onto the supply trucks that came with the army.

The missiles and cavalry were all arranged by Little Wei Yuan in advance, lurking nearly a thousand miles ahead, waiting to meet Little Wei Yuan. Otherwise, the Azure Void missiles could not hit so far.

However, in this battle, a dozen missiles took out hundreds of flying eagles, and Little Wei Yuan was thoughtful, feeling that the range of the existing missiles was really a bit short and needed to be put on the agenda.

Little Wei Yuan was not omniscient; so many live Black Feather Flying Eagles were an accident, so he urgently ordered the abandonment of all supplies to free up enough trucks to load the flying eagles.

Leading the cavalry was Cui Yu; Little Wei Yuan gave him instructions to meet the Dharma Form Warrior who had not yet arrived, then threw down the Thunder Eagle's corpse, spread his wings, and flew toward the Shaman Domain again.

Little Wei Yuan had left in a hurry just now and had not had time to conduct a comprehensive and careful screening of the small town; there might be fish that slipped through the net. Now that Little Wei Yuan had killed the Thunder Eagle and fled for ten thousand miles, withstanding the Nether Shaman's long-distance strikes all the way, and fought for thousands of miles from the core area of the Shaman Domain ten thousand miles away to near the Azure Void, he must have already alerted the entire Thunder Marsh tribe and the tribes around the Rain Kingdom.

If the real target was still in that small town, they must think they were very safe now; they would never think that Little Wei Yuan would return, and they would reveal some flaws.

At this time, the Shaman Domain's heaven and earth power that had suppressed Little Wei Yuan had been dispersed by more than half by the military aura of the thousands of iron cavalry brought by Cui Yu. The chain that had fallen from afar had also dissipated due to the loss of sacrificial power, and Little Wei Yuan had few restraints left.

The heavily injured Blood Shaman fled for over a hundred miles, but in the end, he could not escape the Flying Marten's poisonous hands; when he was carried back, his body was already riddled with holes, but he actually still had a breath left.

This was also Little Wei Yuan's instruction: capture alive if possible, so he could take it back for research. Research was a fine tradition of the Primordial Palace, which had long developed many additional functions; for example, researchers had discovered that most sentient beings were easier to interrogate in the laboratory than in the torture chamber.

Entering the Shaman Domain for the second time, Little Wei Yuan kept concealment on the whole way, flying straight toward Bear Town. With the blessing of the Sniper Feather wings, the ten-thousand-mile journey only took Little Wei Yuan two hours.

Returning to Bear Town, there were already many Shaman scholars here, checking the traces left by Little Wei Yuan and the Thunder Eagle's fight one by one. Squads of Shaman soldiers who had rushed from nearby moved into the small town, pulling the residents out one by one for questioning.

Little Wei Yuan returned too quickly, and there were only two Great Shamans sitting in the town at the moment.

Little Wei Yuan restrained his aura and approached a Great Shaman who had no defense like a ghost, and then the Scarlet Night Immortal-Slaying Sword easily broke through all his defenses, piercing in from the back and protruding from the chest, the inside of his body already stirred into a mess by the sword aura.

This Great Shaman was very mediocre, obviously unable to go to the battlefield, hiding in the back and living in comfort. Little Wei Yuan succeeded in one strike and sneaked toward the second Great Shaman. Just as he was approaching the striking distance, a shout suddenly sounded from below: "Be careful! The old demon is back!"

Read it one by one, without missing a single word!

Little Wei Yuan did not have time to think, killed the Great Shaman in front of him with one sword, and then looked down.

The village below was well preserved and not affected. In a small courtyard by the village, stood a Shaman child with huge eyes and red skin, pointing at Little Wei Yuan and calling excitedly into the room.

Little Wei Yuan's spiritual sense swept over and found that there was another single Shaman woman in the room. Strangely, he had clearly been to this village, but he had not discovered that this courtyard was also a single woman with a child.

Little Wei Yuan had already realized that something was wrong; with the sharpness of his spiritual sense and the height of his luck, he had actually been deceived; this small village must be strange!

Little Wei Yuan swooped down and picked up the Shaman child. His spiritual sense directly covered the whole village, instantly marking dozens of suspicious targets!

All the Shaman villagers in the village stopped their movements and looked at Little Wei Yuan together.

A house in the center of the village collapsed, revealing a miniature altar inside, and the surface of the altar was emitting starlight, actually already full of sacrificial power.

The center of the altar suddenly cracked, spraying out a blood spring! The blood spring entangled and twisted in the sky, then turned into balls of blood mist, sinking into the villagers' bodies.

In an instant, the eyes of those villagers who were originally numb, painful, tired, and confused all changed, becoming sharp and dangerous, and the look they cast at Little Wei Yuan actually had a hint of mockery.

They were like the most experienced hunters, finally waiting for the prey to throw itself into the net.

In the blink of an eye, the bodies of the Shaman villagers expanded, and their auras climbed crazily. Between revealing their fierce faces, they set up a fighting posture. In front of Little Wei Yuan stood seven Great Shamans, and the rest were all Dao Foundation Shaman scholars!

Such a unit that fought purely with Shaman magic, if they concentrated their fire in one place instantly, even the perfection of the Dharma Form could have its Mind-Reflection World severely damaged.

Then an old Shaman who had been tossing and turning on the sickbed on the west side of the village sat up, as if a mountain peak had appeared on the spot.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 590 =====