Chapter 673: 673
Chapter 673: Volunteer
Translator: StackThatCoin Editor: Hitesh_
Bo Yunting's field headquarters stood mightily upon a colossal platform made of clouds . Dozens of large flying ships were approaching from across the distant sky, each fully loaded with piles of provisions: rice, fresh meats, wines, medicines, and the likes . Three of the ships brought a different kind of supply: seven thousand veterans who had been called back to join the war .
Just south of the cloud platform loomed a lofty mountain, about ten thousand miles in circumference and veiled by a vast expanse of fog . Deafening battle cries mixed with deep, dull beating of war drums could be heard coming from behind the fog, wave after wave . Up above the mountain, thousands of Oracles were summoning gusts of strong winds to disperse the fog by repeatedly performing hand incantation gestures and intoning spells . Meanwhile, some other Oracles were surveying the surrounding underground energy veins, digging trenches to cut them off, so that the formation that protected the mountain would lose its supply of energy .
But, what posed the greatest threat to this formation of fog were the nine huge crimson fireballs that hung high up in the sky, each of which measured about a hundred miles wide .
Flames danced fiercely on the surface of the fireballs, releasing threatening heat waves . If one looked carefully, one could see there was a giant figure standing inside each fireball, who was about dozens of miles tall, had three heads and six arms, but only three legs that stepped on a flaming serpent with nine heads . These vague figures were singing a ballad in a deep tone as terrible heat gushed out of their bodies to form the nine powerful fireballs that looked like nine little suns .
Under the control of the nine giant figures, heat waves conjured into innumerable fire arrows, about ten feet in diameter each, then rained down on the formation of fog, flickering brilliantly while distorting the air along the way . As soon as they plunged into the formation, their intense heat evaporated the fog within several miles around them, exposing the dried up rivers and cracked earth underneath that had been baked for some time .
From time to time, the nine giant figures would complain in deep voices . When that happened, Oracles on the nine altars, a hundred feet wide each, that had been erected in front of Bo Yunting's field headquarter would slaughter immortals and itinerant cultivators the army had captured for blood sacrifices, feeding blood essence and souls into the fireballs . The replenishment would then immediately skyrocket the strength of the flames and heatwave, and the power of the fire arrows would increase by a few times at least .
In the fog, tens of thousands of Great Yu's soldiers were fighting fiercely with a group of immortals, headed by hundreds of generals in golden armors . Among the hundreds of generals, about a hundred of them had stepped into the realm of Second Pangu Heaven, which meant that about a hundred of them were as strong as Gold Immortals . But, their foes had a similar number of Gold Immortals .
In addition to nearly a hundred Gold Immortals, the group of immortals fighting in the battlefield was composed of hundreds of Heaven Immortals and tens of thousands of itinerant cultivators who were in the realms of Nascent Divinity, Nascent Soul, and Gold Core . Behind them, on the peak of the mountain, even more immortals were controlling formations to veil the surroundings with a fog . The total number of immortals and itinerant cultivators in this mountain was a few times more than the soldiers Bo Yunting had brought with him .
The fact that this mountain was presided by so many Gold Immortals, Heaven Immortals, as well as itinerant cultivators showed that it was one of the very important bases of Myriad Immortal Alliance . And, the fog formation was clearly an extraordinary one, for it was able to separate Bo Yunting's mighty army and the immortals while standing strong, even though the Oracles had been attacking it with all kinds of methods since the beginning .
As was often the case when the Great Yu's army fought the immortals, the soldiers charged like a tide and the immortals attacked with all kinds of magical treasures and magic . Flying swords, immortal talismans, and Yin thunders whistled down like a storm . Clad in heavy armors and protected by the magic that the Oracles had cast on them, the soldiers fought head-on against the immortals . But, each time they charged, many soldiers would be thrown back by the flying swords or magical treasures, and even more soldiers were wounded by immortal talismans and Yin thunders .
However, their strong fleshly bodies and armors were of the best quality; coupled with the amazing magic of the Oracles, it had kept the soldiers from knowing pain, fear, or fatigue . Even when their limbs were hacked off or their bodies were blown apart, as long as they could still move or breathe, they would charge toward their foes fearlessly .
The fog lingering in the air was constantly eroding the defensive magic shields on these soldiers . The vanguard of Zhong Province's army had been trapped here for one whole day and night, and their defensive shield had begun to weaken . The fog seeped into the dim halo around them, weakening them layer by layer .
Suddenly, a flash of light erupted from a group of about a hundred soldiers on the front line . Their shields were finally broken from the continuous attacks and the erosion of the fog . From among the immortals standing opposite to them, a dozen or so Ghost immortals dressed in black clothes and shrouded in immense ghost aura wormed through their peers and came to the front at once . Each of them had a bone banner in hand and wore a tiny copper bell in their pinkies . As soon as they appeared, they waved the banners and rung the bells, filling the air with an eerie ghost howl . The captain who led the group of soldiers, as well as those under him, screamed at the same time as wisps of white smoke rose from their seven orifices . In the blink of an eye, they topped over to the ground and stopped breathing .
The black-clothed immortals burst into laughter, their voices harsh and unpleasant like the howling of ghosts . The general who led the vanguard, a human warrior of the Three Stars Realm of the Second Pangu Heaven, flew into a great rage . Taking the opportunity that these immortals were out of their ranks and unprotected by the others, he made a dash for them, raised his halberd, and thrust it down . The air rang with the sound of object piercing and slicing through flesh . Even before they could shriek, each of the black-clothed immortals were pierced with dozens of holes, and the heavy blow in their foreheads had crushed their immortal souls into pieces .
But, before the general could fall back, three Gold Immortals who were as strong as him came flying out and caught him with three sword beams . Then the attacks were followed by seven purple-gold immortal talismans that were about twelve feet long each, and dozens of fist-sized Yin thunders flickering with white light that looked like needles .
The general's golden armor rattled incessantly as the sword beams kept hacking at it; the seven talismans sealed off every possible way of retreat while pouring out energies of various elements, such as earth, water, wind, and fire to burn him like an oven in the void . The dozens of Yin thunders approached him like bolts of lightning, and exploded at the same time .
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