Chapter 711: The Heroic Battle (3)
Chapter 711: The Heroic Battle (3)
It didn’t move because it had to guard against more important things, such as the souls of Tengri and Temujin. After all, it needed to be able to react accordingly in the event of any contingencies, and it couldn’t afford to waste any of its energy on the God’s Whip.
If Zhao Yun fails, it would have to take Qin Ye and rush right out of Chonggu County, as well as contain the might of the Red Lotus of the Purgatory. Naturally, it simply didn’t have the latitude to keep these Yin soldiers at bay. Besides, the seven minute window was a one-off trigger, and it couldn’t be retracted as soon as it was activated.
Fast… The old monk moved beyond the speed of sound, causing a look of despair to surface in the depths of Ryu Changmin’s eyes. But, just then, a fan suddenly rapped the old man hard on the hand. It sounded no different from a gentle tap, but it instantly sent the old monk flying back hundreds of meters, spewing out copious amounts of Yin energy at once.
Emissary of Hell…
Unfortunately, things moved so quickly on the battlefield that he didn’t even have time to reel in shock and horror. A split second later, countless chains of interwoven Yin energy immediately surged out, stretching and extending endlessly as they plunged straight through the sea of fog like venomous vipers.
Qin Ye’s Yin energy erupted with great majesty, causing the sea of Yin energy all around him to boil and slosh about with increasing vigor. Then, he pulled hard, causing the Heavenly Dragnet to tighten around the cavalry that were caught within its domain. At once, the Yin soldiers lurched forward. The emblem beneath their feet flickered desperately with dazzling light, but it was unable to resist the might of an Abyssal Prefect.
And these other cards would by no means be limited to the military formation that they were already employing right now.
“Rise!!” Qin Ye’s temples throbbed wildly as he roared at the top of his voice. At once, the chains formed from Yin energy changed directions and hurtled straight towards the Yin soldiers. But, just then, a dazzling red light suddenly filled the skies, causing the chains rushing out from his sleeves to suddenly crack and shatter into countless pieces!
“Imperial Seal of the Yuan Dynasty!” The Harken leapt onto Qin Ye’s shoulder and gasped in horror, “Legend had it that the Imperial Seal of the Yuan Dynasty was lost to the Ming Dynasty. Furthermore, it is said that the seal is carved out of Bodian blood jade - a kind of jade that is completely crimson in colour, almost like a red haze. Who would’ve thought we would see the emergence of a long lost treasure like this? Which tomb was it buried under?”
Right before their very eyes.
Under the protection of the light of the Imperial Seal, the Yin soldiers were once again spared from certain death. Even then, they stood up, but with much difficulty this time. Meanwhile, the rest of the Golden Horde began to charge over towards Qin Ye like a rushing tide. Qin Ye’s eyes flickered, and he promptly transformed into a gust of Yin energy and vanished from where he was standing.
Here was a wall that separated two forces that were diametrically opposed to each other’s existence. Outside was a raging sea of Golden Horde cavalry, while inside was where a grand duel took place. As soon as Qin Ye vanished, the Golden Horde immediately charged towards the barriers and pounded against them with all their might.
At the same time, volley after volley of arrows lit with scarlet netherflames would pelt down onto the barriers endlessly. The archers drew their bows with relentless fervor. They knew full well that unless they did everything to ensure Tengri gained the upper hand, not a single one of them would be able to make it out of this place alive!
Phagpa stood right beside him, taciturn.
Phagpa responded with a sullen expression, “Nobody had anticipated the sudden emergence of Yama-class reinforcements… And nobody had expected the sudden collapse of Tengrism either. Everything has happened far too suddenly.”
“There’s no meaning in keeping any more aces up our sleeves.” He gritted his teeth and turned to the mountaintop once more, “Tardiness… begets death. We’re fighting for time right now. Most of our artifacts wouldn’t work against a Yama-class Emissary of Hell. And since that’s the case, it leaves us with only one option.”
“Two hours.”
Phagpa’s hands trembled softly as he spoke these words. Then, he lifted his eyes and turned to another segment of their forces, where he locked eyes with another pair of golden netherflames.
Both men nodded imperceptibly at the other, following which both men immediately turned back and began to make a series of hand seals as they chanted a complex mantra.
Each of these coffins were constructed out of goldenrod cedar, tied up with chains, and plastered all over with countless talismans, so much so that the original appearances of the coffin were practically concealed. Furthermore, these coffins were the traditional box coffins of the Cathayans.
This was a relic of the previous dynasty! And the fact that it was valued so highly by the Emperors of the Yuan Dynasty meant that it was without a doubt one of the most important treasures of the Song Dynasty!
Whoosh… Qin Ye’s figure appeared once again at the desert of the mountaintop. From here, the fan-shaped barriers appeared transparent to him, and he could see everything that was happening on the outside. That said, his sudden appearance startled the survivors so much so that they nearly jumped right out of their designated positions. One Sword One Mind’s lips quivered softly. Had they not been entrusted with an important mission, he would have run to the corner of the desert to take cover by now.
Therefore, what came next would most certainly be a sea of rage!
“Do your job if you don’t want to die!” He stared intently at each survivor, before taking his place at the center of the formation, where he proceeded to meditate.
Meanwhile, the survivors trembled as they stared at Qin Ye with great incredulity. In particular, the older survivors couldn’t help but stare at him with awe and respect.
He’s by no means as young as he looks… One of the men sized up Qin Ye, before cautiously closing his eyes once more - A thousand year spirit? Or several thousand years? These powerful Emissaries of Hell are truly terrifying…
They’re God’s Whip! The stuff of legends!
But just as their hearts were fraught with a multitude of different thoughts, Qin Ye suddenly opened his eyes once more and shot to his feet. He stared into the distant skies, and there was clearly an expression of shock written all over his face. The survivors’ hearts immediately grew antsy.
Why does he suddenly have a grave expression on his face? Could it be that… that…
Right there, in the dense sea of fog around them, they could see nine pillars of golden light bursting straight from the abyss and rising high into the skies. These pillars were glowing with dazzling symbols of Yin Talismans, and they caused the rolling fog around them to stir endlessly. And as soon as they appeared, countless cracks began to surface on the fan-shaped barriers!
“What’s this…” Qin Ye was astounded. He had never felt such a terrifying pressure before. It wasn’t the might of Yin energy. Rather, it was the might of a heavenly presence!