Chapter 198: The Sacred Drum of Chanting
The battlefield has become extremely fierce due to the participation of cultivators.
After all, the power of the magic can be great or small, depending on the skill of the person casting it… Here, it almost represents a collision between the top practitioners in the world. How can it not be shocking? How can it not be intense?
Compared to the first-line melee battle, the offensive and defensive battles here are even more obvious… Although in terms of numbers, our side is once again at a disadvantage, we still have a slight advantage due to the addition of several elders from the Snow Mountain sect…
The magic spells over there can hardly reach this side, and occasionally, the spells cast over here have loopholes in their defenses, which will instead allow the lingering effects of the spells to fall.
There were casualties among the cultivators over there!
But Yang Sheng’s altar is still deadly quiet… What is he doing behind the black curtain?
The most intense place is in the center of the battlefield… The black whirlwind was blown away by the hurricane technique summoned by the master… The warriors who had opened up their own power finally broke a delicate balance and began to overwhelm the direction of Yang Sheng’s troops… After all, strength cannot be made up for by madness. Even if madness makes those death warriors not retreat an inch, it makes the warriors on this side fight extremely hard.
The fierce battle raged below the center of the battlefield, while the battle above was fierce… The collision of various magical techniques was above the battlefield, with lightning explosions and hurricane howling from time to time… The occasional flash of ghosts and spirits, and the soul-stunning collisions all occurred here…
The center of this battlefield has become a hellish and terrifying existence.
Even if ordinary people standing here can’t see anything specific… they will definitely see lightning and thunder, and feel the earth shaking…
Yang Sheng’s advantage was slowly disappearing… it had even completely turned into a disadvantage, but as before, the altar remained motionless, and no one from Yang Sheng’s true top-level forces had appeared.
If they could attack there in one fell swoop… this was the thought of almost everyone. After all, if they could, even if only ten of those martial monks and body cultivators rushed over, it would be a fatal blow to the spell cultivators there… then they wouldn’t have to rely so heavily on the Heavenly Punishment Formation, and they could even change their strategy… all the people in the formation could cast spells together, then…
But the idea is beautiful, but the reality is not that simple… At least no one thought that Yang Sheng’s purpose in building that altar was to let them sit and wait for death!
On the contrary, the old master’s face did not become relaxed because of the current advantage. Instead, it became more serious, as if there was a sense of impending doom in the air…
Time passed by minute by minute… In my ears, in addition to the sounds of various spells bursting, the shouts and gasps on the battlefield… were the sounds of the many formations taking their positions!
The formation has already been completed by more than half under this battle… There are only less than fifty formations left to be completed!
I was inexplicably excited when I saw it in my heart… A 490-person formation… what kind of power does it have?
I only hope that it will be faster and faster… I watched as the number of people on Yang Sheng’s side slowly decreased… Although the number of practitioners who used magic to defend the city had increased, it didn’t mean anything.
After all, when there is a difference in quality, quantity cannot always make up for it.
Finally… when there were less than ten of Yang Sheng’s death squads left, the warriors led by Master Hui let out a long cry… with the help of the cultivators in the rear, they could see that they could break through.
But at this time… the old master, who had been standing beside me, finally moved… before he had only lightly shaken off some snowflakes, but now, when he moved… he looked like a fairy, but he shook off a sound of snow… and behind him, a piece of falling snow… it felt like coming from the snowstorm.
“Old Master… what are you doing?” I didn’t understand why the old master was doing this!
But I heard the sound of chanting coming from the altar over there… It was a woman’s voice, and it sounded so holy, so pure, full of mystery, and yet distant… It made people want to worship without thinking, and they didn’t dare to think of blasphemy.
What is going on? Yang Sheng’s people are obviously doing things in an extreme way and ignoring the will of heaven, why would there be such a sound coming from their altar… My brows furrowed, knowing that this time would be the beginning of the real white-hot battle… but I heard the old master say, “It’s time for me to act.”
The old master is going to make a move? Before I could react, I saw Jenny, who had been leaning against the big rock, suddenly take a big drink of wine, then quickly tighten the wine bottle and put it in her back pocket.
Everyone at the scene was wearing a white robe, except for Jenny, who was only wearing a white cloak symbolically, and was wearing leather clothes and leather pants underneath. She looked very capable and out of place on this battlefield.
She put away the flask and walked away… Suddenly she stopped and looked at me and said, “Kid, do you think he would like me to dress like this?”
Him? Should it be referring to the master? In this battle… I have been constantly crossing paths with Chen Chengyi, and I have completely ‘fallen’ myself… At this time, I naturally thought of Old Li as the master, and I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.
It was as if I had become accustomed to calling everyone by Chen Chengyi’s perspective… I had accepted it, but I only thought that I had brought myself into Chen Chengyi’s identity. His will was not moving, and I thought it had finally persisted.
I didn’t expect Jenny to ask me such a girlish question in such a brutal place as the battlefield… I was silent for a moment and said, “Jenny, you are beautiful in any way. I think the Grandmaster would think so.”
“Haha, if his mouth were as sweet as yours… I wouldn’t have resented him for so long.” As she spoke, Jenny had already followed the old master’s footsteps and gone.
I really wanted to ask her, “Aren’t you and the old master going to take the position of the eye of the battle? Why did you suddenly go up to fight?”
But before I could ask, I heard a sound of someone falling to the ground. I looked and saw that Lu Shan had suddenly fallen to his knees, supporting himself with his arms… his head bowed… and I couldn’t see his expression clearly.
Tao Bai, who was standing next to him, tried to reach out to help Lu Shan… but his face turned red, and his eyes were filled with tears…
Chengqing, who was standing next to him, helped Lu Shan up, but Lu Shan turned his head excitedly and looked at me and said, “Chengyi… Chengyi, it’s her, it’s Baima’s voice.”
Baima? For the past three days, I had completely suppressed my will… I had no idea what had happened to Chen Chengyi or what he had said… I only had a vague impression… But now that Lushan had said that, I suddenly remembered everything!
This holy voice is from Baima? As far as I know, Baima has completely disappeared… even her soul has been sealed into the drum. In that case, there is only one possibility… Could it be…
I looked up at the altar, and just as I did, I saw a gust of wind blow up… The black cloth around the altar was blown up with a ‘whoosh’, and then the violent wind suddenly swept away the black cloth… It took the black cloth up into the sky… and floated deep into the sky…
Without the black cloth to block the view, everything in the altar suddenly came into view. I saw Yang Sheng sitting in the center of the altar. Around him were several lamas who had entered the altar with him. Their lips were moving constantly, as if they were silently reciting some scriptures.
And around them… all the practitioners who had entered the altar before were sitting around them, looking exhausted… it seemed that they had experienced a lot of consumption and were rushing to recover!
There was only one person standing on the altar, and that was Wu Tian!
Where was the sound of chanting coming from? I looked at Yang Sheng, who was sitting in the center of the altar, with disbelief. He had already taken off his mask, and there was no difference between him and the person from that year.
In his hand was a drum… He held the drum in one hand and beat it with the other, eyes closed, in a reverent manner… The rhythm was not fast, and the sound that came out of the drum was not the sound of a drum, but the sound of chanting.