Chapter 622: I Am Destiny (Thank You, Alliance Master Shi San Bai Bu Ru Ci)

In a single day, the army marched twelve hundred li and arrived at the campsite left by Cui Yu by nightfall; Tian Yu arrived with a thousand Power Shamans and joined Little Wei Yuan.

This time, Tian Yu rode no carriage and brought none of the young beautiful shamans; he wore heavy steel armor, wielded a massive axe the size of a table, and his full gear looked to weigh several thousand jin, his killing aura so thick it nearly spilled over.

Upon seeing Little Wei Yuan, Tian Yu said: "I know everything. Last night, the Lei Ze Tribe sent three hundred arms—they're all the arms of our tribe's Power Shamans!"

The Elders drank their fill last night and have all set out to fight Lei Ze's old enemies. The bravest young cubs from my tribe I've brought here—the Elders' order to me is to kill every Lei Ze guard, roast them into Shaman Dried Corpses under the desert sun, and hang them beneath the gate towers so the Shadow Shamans can see the fate of those who oppose us!"

Little Wei Yuan slammed his palm hard onto Tian Yu's shoulder and said: "Good. That's exactly what I thought too. But can you still fight? If not, tell me now—I'll assign someone to protect you."

Tian Yu roared like thunder: "Look at me! Do you think I can't fight?!"

At this moment, Tian Yu stood over ten feet tall; if Little Wei Yuan stood on the ground, he couldn't even reach Tian Yu's pectorals—his chest was roughly at Tian Yu's navel, if Tian Yu even had one.

Though slightly disoriented by Tian Yu's sudden transformation, Little Wei Yuan said: "We've lost two battles in a row—unusual. Your tribe's warriors excel at night combat; tonight, deploy them all for defense and vigilance. Then pick one trustworthy Shaman, swift as the wind, to come with me—we'll go to the front and see what's happening."

Tian Yu thumped his chest, the steel armor ringing like a bell: "I move as swift as the wind!"

Little Wei Yuan fell silent. "You must move silently too."

Tian Yu thumped his chest again, the sound shaking the four directions: "I move silently!"

"And you must be skilled at concealment."

"I am skilled at concealment!"

Little Wei Yuan stared at Tian Yu, a mountain of a man, and had nothing to say. In short, among the Huangzu Tribe, the higher a Shaman's status, the more he must lead from the front—so Tian Yu refused to miss any task.

After a brief thought, Little Wei Yuan said: "Fine. Take twenty warriors, carry my token, and rush to Cui Yu's camp. Establish contact, find out what's happened there—my reconnaissance riders haven't returned."

"No problem, leave it to me!" Tian Yu agreed at once, then asked: "We're going to lure the enemy—what's your backup plan?"

Little Wei Yuan hadn't expected Tian Yu to have any brains at all: "My backup is myself. I'll follow behind you—if the enemy ambushes you, I'll strike them hard."

"Good! Hard strikes only! But no need for twenty warriors—they'll only slow me down! Let's go now?"

Little Wei Yuan quickly grabbed Tian Yu, made him clarify command authority to his tribal warriors, then assigned tonight's defense positions and duties. Once everything was set, Little Wei Yuan patted Tian Yu's shoulder and signaled him to depart.

Tian Yu stared oddly at Little Wei Yuan's hand—how had he reached his shoulder when he was now this tall? Then he noticed: Little Wei Yuan had been floating in midair the whole time.

Tian Yu strode out of the camp and began sprinting full speed, moving in a straight line regardless of terrain, leaping over drops of dozens of zhang, and taking to the air when the ground rose too steeply.

At his current state, Tian Yu's flight speed was far slower than his ground sprinting—he was essentially skimming the earth. When he stomped, the space around his foot solidified into extreme hardness; with full force, he launched like a rocket, and only after he passed did space return to normal—leaving no trace on the ground, not even a single blade of grass bent.

If not for the lingering, oppressive aura of the Wasteland, Tian Yu would have truly moved like the wind, arrived and vanished without a trace.

Little Wei Yuan trailed far behind Tian Yu, ready to ambush any hidden foes. Tian Yu's speed was already astonishing, but Little Wei Yuan was faster—pushing himself forward solely through terrifying Dao power.

In an instant, the two had covered nearly a thousand li, less than a hundred li from Cui Yu's temporary camp—when suddenly, killing intent surged from the darkness; Tian Yu's body jerked to a halt, crashing violently into an invisible wall. With a thunderous boom, his massive frame was flung back, his steel armor crushed flat.

Not just the armor—Tian Yu's face was flattened too. Even a Power Shaman's body couldn't withstand a full-force collision with a mountain; now his face was utterly flat, like a brick.

The night came alive: countless black mists spread, wrapping around Tian Yu, making his movements agonizingly slow. The black mists were countless hair-thin filaments, tightly coiled around him. Tian Yu roared—his body, strengthened by countless vats of elixirs—exploded with power, straining with all his might. But the black filaments' resilience was beyond imagination; only a fraction snapped, and many pierced through his armor, cutting deep into his flesh!

Even Tian Yu, wild and unrestrained, stopped struggling—further force might sever his limbs. Suddenly, flames erupted on his body, white-hot, with only a faint crimson glow.

This was the Fire of the Wasteland—extremely ruthless. The black threads did burn and char, but slowly—clearly, the ambushers had no intention of letting Tian Yu escape easily.

Suddenly, a hum echoed, like the whisper of a Dao of Final Silence—a two-zhang giant crossbow pierced the night, shooting straight at Tian Yu!

The ambush came too fast; Little Wei Yuan, far behind, was caught off guard. By the time he moved to rescue, it was too late—he could only pray Tian Yu's fortune was great enough to survive this.

Little Wei Yuan turned and lunged toward the source of the giant crossbow. Whether he killed the Grand Shaman controlling it didn't matter—what mattered was destroying this Spirit Treasure-class crossbow.

He dropped all pretense and charged at full speed—when suddenly, the world before him darkened, and a blade of light, capable of swallowing all surrounding light, swept past Little Wei Yuan's waist, slicing him cleanly in two!

Little Wei Yuan was stunned—his severed waist began dissolving in vast chunks. This blade's power carried the might to annihilate a Yu Jing cultivator—this was the real kill move of the night, this trap had been laid for Little Wei Yuan!

Little Wei Yuan opened his mouth, face filled with shock and disbelief, his eyes overflowing with despair and struggle, his expression screaming for life. He reached out to grasp something—but his fingertips touched nothing.

A figure emerged from the darkness, holding a slender blade, its edge pure darkness, devouring all surrounding light.

He was a young Shaman, wielding a peerless demonic weapon, his face radiating innate confidence. He was nearly indistinguishable from the Shaman Realm's heavens and earth—he was heaven, he was earth, gazing down upon the countless insignificant, humble lives below.

The crawling thing before him, severed at the waist, was one of them.

!

"Little Wei Yuan? Heh. They say you're so powerful—turns out you're nothing. Before heaven and earth, you're just an ant…"

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him: "Ants always think that way."

The young Shaman's vision shifted—he saw that where Little Wei Yuan's waist had been severed, there was no flesh, no organs—only a manifested puppet!

He spun around instantly—and saw a giant sword completing a full circle, then an irresistible force pulled him straight toward the sword's edge!

The young Shaman remained calm under pressure, raising his demonic blade to meet the sudden strike. Blade met sword—immense power surged from the giant sword's tip, instantly scattering some of the black mist wrapped around him!

The young Shaman spat a mouthful of blood, shocked and furious—he'd been tricked by Little Wei Yuan even while blessed with destiny! This sword's power was terrifying—he had to expend his own destiny to offset part of the damage; even a Shadow Shaman blocking this blow directly would be gravely wounded.

But Little Wei Yuan suddenly roared—a second terrifying surge erupted from the giant sword, instantly engulfing him. Within the surge rose a colossal black bird, which struck down with a vicious peck, shattering more than half of the young Shaman's tangible destiny!

The black bird bit out a translucent form from the young Shaman's body, trying to tear it free—but failed. As the sword's Dao power exhausted, the bird let out a cry and vanished reluctantly.

To the young Shaman's ears, that bird's cry was the most terrifying sound in the world—it froze him from within to without. Then, vast black mists descended from the Shaman Realm's heavens and earth, settling on him, dispelling the chill and dread; the demonic blade reasserted its power, hovering before him, auto-defending its master.

Little Wei Yuan looked at him and said: "So there's a Destiny-Blessed one hiding here—no wonder my men lost two battles. Heh. You think being a Destiny-Blessed one means you've already won? Do you know who I am?"

"Who are you?"

Little Wei Yuan sneered: "I am destiny."

The young Shaman trembled with rage—he'd been humiliated so easily?

Before he could retort, Little Wei Yuan's voice turned icy, coldly declaring: "At noon tomorrow, when my army arrives, I will destroy your formation, shatter your destiny, and cut you down between heaven and earth!"

(End of Chapter)