bestfiction Chapter 335 The Call of Death
Chapter 335 The Call of Death
The "waterfall" of water, which had been accumulating for so long, burst forth in an instant, causing a localized flood disaster. Even though the cultivators paid close attention to the direction of the water flow and tried their best to direct it towards the depression in the distance, it was still inevitable that it would cause serious damage to the wooden wall that was thousands of meters long.
Even with the timely notification from the cultivators after the battle broke out, hundreds of mortal soldiers were still swept away by the flood.
The flood swept the barbarians to an open area. Most of the barbarians stopped in the area between the mortal defense line and the cultivators' camp. Their leader quickly responded, dragging a few powerful warriors along before forming a simple military formation. He held his breath, focused his mind, and roared loudly.
"Wind-Breaking Roar!"
When several powerful individuals used this technique simultaneously, a powerful gust of air was immediately blasted out of their lungs, forming an "air bubble" at the bottom of the water.
As a result, more tribesmen were pulled in, and the air bubbles continued to grow. The few cultivators among the barbarians could hardly create such a large-scale gas with their spiritual power, but this flood was not a sustained offensive.
A few minutes later, the floodwaters swept through, and at this moment, the silent confrontation between the barbarians and the observation team began.
Everyone was fighting for even a second. The barbarians were frantically scattering in all directions, while the main gunner awakened the weapon spirit and, guided by the observation team, fired shells at top speed.
Zhong Ming witnessed it all. The cannonball passed through the side of the giant cannon and landed in the depression in front of it. Flames engulfed everything, and the barbarian soldiers became human torches, rolling around in the remaining water.
This spiritual fire cannot be extinguished by ordinary water; wherever they roll, the water in the ponds dries up.
The barbarians' courage was no exaggeration; even engulfed in flames, they risked their lives, charging towards the giant cannon.
Everyone knew this was the final offensive. In this life-or-death moment, the barbarian warriors unleashed astonishing fighting power. They charged recklessly, carving more than ten lines of fire across the land, heading straight for the giant cannon.
The giant cannon is right ahead.
A massive cannon with absolutely no defenses.
The cunning humans lost their courage; they dared not stand guard before the cannons amidst the flood. Now, they will pay the price!
The fence in front had long been washed away by the flood, and silt was piled up inside the ruins of the barracks. Water splashed up, and the victory was achieved today.
However, what they didn't notice was that several spirit ships were flying rapidly overhead.
These spirit boats, each with its own unique style, are the private collections of Foundation Establishment cultivators. The larger ones can carry dozens of people, while the smaller ones can only carry five. But at this moment, they are like gods descending from the sky.
"Shield Guard Battalion!!!"
"indestructible!"
After the battle cry, a wall of flesh and blood descended from the sky.
Countless people crashed together with screams, the gray lines of attack and the blazing fire lines intertwined, their strong bodies being branded as fearless in the face of death.
"What are you standing there for! Everyone who can fly, follow me!" The battalion commander's roar resounded through the heavens and earth. Clad in crimson flames, he glided down like an angry god, leaving a trail of fiery feathers in the air, as if painting a world-ending picture in the sky.
Countless points of light rose from all directions, their roar like thunder, as if a single cry could summon heroes from all over the world.
Sword light poured down from the shattered cliff. Zhong Ming stepped out on his sword, his body as fast as lightning and his momentum as powerful as a rainbow. He covered several miles in just a few breaths. He leaped in mid-air and kicked the end of his longsword. The speed of the mother and child swords increased even further, and with one strike, he pierced through a barbarian warrior who was engaged in fierce combat.
Zhong Ming descended from the sky, gun in both hands. Upon landing, he unleashed the move "Great Heat," leaping up with all his might and landing on the sturdy arm of a Shield Guard soldier. His body rose several feet higher, the tip of his gun held high, shining like the sun.
The barbarians, their bodies wreathed in flames, were like demons crawling out of hell, and now they faced the judgment of the blazing sun!
The tip of the gun moved, yet it seemed not to move at all.
The blazing sun was still high in the sky, but the spear tip had already struck the barbarian, tearing his skin and causing him to bleed profusely.
The next moment, the lingering shadow of the blazing sun in the sky dissipated, and a burst of intense heat erupted from the tip of the spear.
The flames began to burn from within the barbarian's body, first roasting his internal organs into black smoke, then charring his bones, and finally merging with the residual heat of the cannon fire, like two old friends covered in blood exchanging a tacit greeting.
The barbarian crashed to the ground, shattering into dust the moment his back touched the earth.
Such a ferocious entrance inevitably attracted the attention of several nearby barbarians, and two barbarians, each over three meters tall, immediately surrounded him.
A shield guard soldier stepped forward, and instantly, a heavy shield appeared beside Zhong Ming.
"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"
Without hesitation, Zhong Ming's twin swords flew up from the muddy ground. After piercing the heart of an enemy, they did not slow down at all, but plunged straight into the ground. Only when Zhong Ming called out did their killing intent rise again, and they pierced the ankle of the barbarian on the side.
The barbarian was known for his physical prowess, and a mere sword wound was nothing to him. Even with such a large gash on his foot, he did not slow down. The flames on his body took advantage of the situation and almost burned his injured foot into a solid mass.
He slammed the tip of Zhong Ming's spear with a stick, but Zhong Ming used the rotation to deflect the force, causing the entire spear to spin around his waist. The spearhead grazed the other man's thigh, only breaking through his charred skin and revealing a line of bright red flesh.
"die!"
The two words were uttered from the barbarian's mouth, accompanied by black smoke and a foul, burnt smell.
"Enjoy it."
Zhong Ming responded to his provocation with a topspin hook.
The spear danced like a silver dragon probing the sun, its gleaming barbs as deadly as dragon claws, repeatedly reopening the barbarian's wounds in several exchanges. The fighting style resembled slow slicing, accelerating the barbarian's countdown to death.
Just as the spears and swords clashed, a soldier from the Shield Guard Battalion nearby groaned, his body leaving two bloody tracks on the ground.
After withstanding the enemy's powerful blow head-on, even though the large shield could withstand it, the muddy ground beneath his feet could not, and as he slid backward, he bumped into Zhong Ming's back, causing him to lose his balance.
Zhong Ming leaned forward, and the other man swung his fist with all his might, determined to smash the fine head in front of him.
"Mother and Child Swords, come!"
A beam of white light responded instantly, hovering high in the air, and stabbed down towards the back of the enemy's neck.
"Whoosh~"
A dark, gnarled stone hurtled through the air, its speed exceeding that of the sword shadow, undoubtedly the work of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
A fist-sized rock slammed into the sword, sending the mother and child swords spinning wildly in the air.
The force of the punch was already at Zhong Ming's face, and the powerful intent of the punch was tearing his face apart.