Chapter 709: The Gap Will Only Be Greater

The corpses transported by this flying boat were all from the first battle against the Liao army, and they indeed could improve Qingming while increasing the chaotic energy of the mortal fireworks.

After these tens of thousands of corpses were all refined, the mortal fireworks advanced a small step in the Myriad Transformation Realm. Wei Yuan now only needed to cultivate for another 996 years to enter the late stage of the Dharma Form.

Immediately after, another flying boat landed, bringing back thousands of Liao horse corpses. But after being put into the Reincarnation Furnace, the effect was unsatisfactory. Thousands of horses were not as good as hundreds of Liao tribesmen.

The mortal fireworks recorded all these changes meticulously, turning them into cold numbers.

Wei Yuan returned to the town city. At this time, the battlefield had been cleaned up, and a large number of cultivators were rushing to repair the guard city. At this time, the manpower was only enough to repair four guard cities at the same time, and Wei Yuan requested to dig a tunnel to the town city, so the construction volume was even greater. But it wouldn't work without the tunnel.

Without it, the guard city defenders could only die in the city, but with the tunnel, there was an escape route, and the morale and outcome were completely different.

The Liao tribe rested for several days, then transferred hundreds of thousands of troops from the rear and began to attack.

As soon as the battle started, the Liao cavalry covering the mountains and plains encountered a head-on blow. At this time, there were already dozens of cannons on the town city, and the firepower increased greatly. Under the artillery coverage, the Liao tribe finally suffered considerable casualties.

Subsequently, the Liao tribe discovered that the human firepower was much fiercer than in the previous battle. Countless flying swords whistled over, harvesting the Liao tribe in swathes. The Liao tribe returned with a rain of arrows like a storm, and the number of high-power magic arrows increased significantly.

The two sides fought a bloody battle for half a day, and it became a stalemate again.

Wei Yuan had already noticed that Dao Foundation captains would still fall to the ground and die suddenly from time to time. In this battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people were fighting, the death of one or two people would not have caused any ripples. But now Wei Yuan knew that these people were actually dying under killing intent.

Wei Yuan looked up at the sky. Above the firmament, he did not know in what way the two immortals were fighting.

Wei Yuan wandered on the entire city wall, like a moving god of death. Wherever he went, the human combat power would soar, and the Liao tribe's casualties would increase significantly. Those strong men hidden in the dark would disappear.

But after turning the tide of a battlefield, Wei Yuan had to rush to the next one immediately, without any gaps.

It seemed that inadvertently, Wei Yuan passed the same place three times in a row.

The Liao tribe's attack in this direction was particularly fierce, and the artillery fire in the city had become sparse. Of the fifty cannons, only a dozen were still firing.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan passed the same place for the fourth time. He suddenly stopped and locked his eyes on a heavy arrow that flew silently from the night. The heavy arrow suddenly turned into a snake when it got close, shooting at Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan easily slashed it down with a sword.

However, at the moment the heavy arrow was destroyed, all the flying arrows within dozens of zhang around Wei Yuan turned into snakes. In the blink of an eye, dozens of snakes of different sizes and functions pounced on Wei Yuan!

Wei Yuan was not afraid and responded with concentration. At this moment, a shadow rose from under the city wall where he was standing, turning into a thin stabbing sword, quietly stabbing at Wei Yuan's lower body.

This sword was silent and isolated all spiritual sense detection. Even if ordinary cultivators were close at hand, they would turn a blind eye.

This sword was extremely insidious and vicious. Even if the lower body of a cultivator was no longer a vital point, psychologically it was still a vital point. After a hit, there would be endless follow-up moves.

But just as this sword was about to succeed, the Liao assassin hidden in the void suddenly felt a chill in his knees, and a pair of lower legs severed from the knees fell out of the void!

He looked down in astonishment, only to see a shadow biting the magic blade July, waving it again, and one of his legs and most of his buttocks were separated from his body.

Only then did a late warning sign surge in his heart, knowing that his life was in danger!

The Liao assassin's eyes flashed with immortal power. Only then did he see that a large array had been laid out on the ground beneath him, vaguely recognizable as being related to suppressing luck. Perhaps this was the reason why he had never sensed danger, but at this moment, he had no time to think. He screamed and turned to flee.

The magic blade July in the Shadow Dragon's mouth continued to chase and slash, but this time it missed. The blade that was firmly locked was dispersed by the immortal power surging from the opponent.

July raised the blade again, only to find that it could no longer lock onto the opponent at all.

It was during the time this blade missed that the Liao powerhouse had already fled a hundred zhang away, looking like he was about to disappear into the night.

Before Wei Yuan's eyes, he suddenly saw the silver-haired woman again. She was holding a short blade and approaching rapidly. Wei Yuan calmly took out the "Moment," aimed, and the muzzle was aimed exactly at the silver-haired woman's brow!

The silver-haired woman's expression changed slightly. An unprecedentedly strong sense of alertness made her instinctively turn sideways, avoiding this shot.

A translucent bullet left the chamber, traveled far away in an instant under the push of the storm, and shot into the back of the head of the Liao powerhouse who was fleeing, extinguishing all his vitality.

The seat in the distant Dingyue Hall became empty again.

Wei Yuan seemed very satisfied, walked toward the corpse of the Liao assassin, and brushed past the silver-haired woman. The silver-haired woman did not attack, but a look of doubt flashed in her eyes, not knowing whether it was a coincidence or if Wei Yuan had already discovered her.

She hesitated for a moment, did not approach Wei Yuan, but changed direction and disappeared again.

Wei Yuan squatted in front of the Liao assassin's corpse, rummaged through his belongings, and saw a waist tag made of lightning-struck immortal peach wood. The Liao script written on it was Huwen, which means "Shadow Blade" in the Liao language.

From Huwen's corpse, Wei Yuan found a jade disc with markings and numbers on it. Among them, there was a mark behind the human Dharma Form, and twenty-one marks behind the Dao Foundation.

This was a magic treasure that Liao powerhouses were accustomed to using to record their battle achievements. The number of marks behind the realm identification meant how many people he had killed.

This time, he and the Liao powerhouse who could shoot snake-turning arrows cooperated to ambush Wei Yuan, but unexpectedly stepped into a trap carefully laid by Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan's walking route was designed, and the round-trip path was also intentionally repeated. On the way, there was only this one location most suitable for an ambush.

The war was in full swing, and no one had time to think carefully. They could only rely on instinct to decide whether to grab or not when the fleeting opportunity came. At this time, luck became a key element. These Liao powerhouses originally had immortal energy blessings and felt that they had the upper hand in luck.

But Wei Yuan laid traps with arrays and invested outer-world luck, finally waiting for the opponent to throw himself into the trap at the critical moment. He was continuously severely injured by the Shadow Dragon holding the magic blade July, and finally died under the storm bullet of the "Moment."

While collecting the spoils, Wei Yuan looked back inadvertently, only to see a residual figure left by the silver-haired Liao woman.

Wei Yuan remained calm and his gaze continued to sweep across the entire battlefield. It was a good opportunity to ambush the silver-haired woman just now, but it was a pity that her spiritual sense was too high, and she timely avoided Wei Yuan's half-true, half-false shot.

Perhaps because of Huwen's death, the Liao powerhouses' actions suddenly became much more cautious, but the ordinary troops' offensive became more fierce. A large number of armored Liao troops rushed onto the city wall, and even rushed into the city for street fighting. The casualties of the defending Dao soldiers rose in a straight line.

At night, the vast horn sounded again, and the Liao tribe left behind 100,000 corpses and returned to the camp. The town city had become a sea of blood, with corpses everywhere. In this battle alone, the casualties of the Dao soldiers were close to 20,000.

Having learned the lesson from last time, Wei Yuan patrolled the entire field without stopping for a moment, relying on his own luck to suppress the immortal killing intent that might remain. The soldiers who could still move dragged their exhausted bodies to save the wounded and clean up the battlefield.

The Grand Void Gate urgently transferred 30,000 Dao soldiers to support, filling the gap in troops and strengthening them.

The newly arrived Dao soldiers were immediately sent by Wei Yuan to clean up the battlefield and repair the guard city without stopping for a moment. The function of the guard cities was obvious, bringing huge casualties to the Liao tribe. Just under the guard city, the Liao tribe left behind more than 20,000 corpses, so after every battle, Wei Yuan would inevitably repair the guard city.

Walking among the corpses, Wei Yuan suddenly understood that this was war: mechanical, repetitive, bloody, and boring.

The sky was bright again.

The battlefield had been cleaned up, the new guard city already had an outline, a large number of Dao soldiers were building like ants, and the infantry cannons on the city were vigilantly pointing to the north. After a night of rushing repairs, the number of cannons that could be used reached more than thirty.

Under the morning light, suddenly a Liao cavalry came from the north.

The horse was dark, and on the horse was a tall man with two white war patterns painted on his cheeks, a curved sword at his waist, and rare cross-star pupils in his eyes.

He rode south, and the Dao soldiers who were still working immediately stared at him vigilantly. This Liao man was alone, but he had no fear and shouted, "I want to see your leader!"

Wei Yuan was on the city wall directing the Dao soldiers to nail steel shields to the city wall to increase defense, and naturally saw the Liao cavalry.

He Fang rode out and stopped the Liao cavalry. The Liao man was actually very young, with a square face, no fierceness, only bravery.

He Fang said, "What is the matter? Just tell me."

The young Liao man in front of him was only in the early stage of Dharma Form, but he made He Fang feel a little breathless.

The Liao man said in a low voice, "Huwen is my brother. He died in battle last night. I came to redeem his corpse. After I get the corpse, I will return to the north and never participate in the battle against the human race again."

He Fang did not know who Huwen was, but four Dharma Forms of the Liao tribe died in battle last night, so he should be one of them. He turned to look at Wei Yuan, waiting for his decision.

Wei Yuan said, "I don't know who Huwen is. Let him go. If he doesn't leave, he won't be able to leave."

The young Liao man suddenly dismounted, took off his short blade and put it on the ground, then knelt down to Wei Yuan from afar, bowing his face to the ground.

Originally, with Wei Yuan's temperament, he would not believe anything a strange Liao tribesman said and would just treat it as wind in his ears. Any pleading or tragedy would have no effect on Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan, who had cursed 800,000 Shaman troops to death in one breath, did not care about the emotions of one or two foreign tribesmen at all.

At this moment, a flying boat slowly rose from the city, then turned and flew to the south.

The young Liao man did not know why, but suddenly became anxious, kowtowing hard, his forehead bleeding.

Wei Yuan stood on the city wall, watching quietly, without saying a word. Huwen's body had been infused with immortal power. No matter what kind of story this young Liao man had, or what price he paid, Wei Yuan would not return the corpse to him.

The flying boat had completed its turn and began to accelerate, gradually flying away.

The Liao tribe was very anxious, jumped up and wanted to chase the flying boat, but countless flying sword guns immediately pointed at him. He Fang looked at Wei Yuan. As long as Wei Yuan gave an order, hundreds of flying sword guns would instantly turn this Liao tribesman into a sieve.

Wei Yuan frowned, his hand had already been raised, but he put it down again.

He Fang pressed his hand, and the Dao soldiers put down the flying sword guns.

At this time, the flying boat continued to accelerate and finally disappeared into the distant horizon. The young Liao man suddenly shed two lines of hot tears for no reason, and he did not know the reason, only feeling as if a piece of his heart was empty.

He got up silently, left the short blade on the ground, got on his horse and ran to the north, never looking back.

Wei Yuan signaled to continue building the guard city and put this little episode aside. Every tribe has its own legends, and every tribe has its own heroes.

The young Liao man did not return to the camp, but bypassed the camp, preparing to return to the north, but his warhorse was suddenly startled and stood up!

A silver-haired woman appeared in front of the horse, almost sticking to the horse's head. The young Liao man urged the warhorse several times, but this famous horse in the world refused to move forward an inch.

The young Liao man jumped off the warhorse, stared at the woman, and said, "I don't want to care about my brother's affairs, but I don't want to work for you anymore! I want to return to the north of the Tianhan Sea; that is the world that belongs to me!"

The silver-haired woman said, "An eagle can only grow in the battle with birds of prey. It is useless to chase pigeons all day long. Do you want to consider staying?"

The young Liao man led the horse around her and continued to walk north. The woman was not angry and said, "There is a share of immortal power here, which contains the Great King's insights. It has no restrictions on you. Since you have already seen Wei Yuan, you should be very clear that without the help of this immortal power, you will never be able to avenge your brother."

The young Liao man's steps to the north became slower and slower, and finally stopped.

In the town city, He Fang came to Wei Yuan's side and said, "I don't think that Liao kid is simple. We shouldn't have let him go."

Wei Yuan said, "Are you afraid that you accidentally let go of a genius who will grow up and come back to take revenge on me in the future?"

He Fang nodded.

Wei Yuan smiled slightly and said, "If I think about stifling geniuses every day, when will I have time to do serious work? Don't worry, when he really grows up and comes back for revenge one day in the future, he will only find that the gap between him and me is even greater."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 710 =====