Chapter 101: Reaping What One Sows (Part 1)
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Reaping What One Sows
The fierce tiger descends the mountain! Its terrifying might radiates menace!
As the three thousand troops advanced step by step, the fierce tiger, forged from concentrated blood energy, slowly moved forward, its ferocious gaze fixed intently on Ding Wugu opposite them.
“The power of the military formation can truly manifest such an effect. It seems there’s no need to worry about Young Master Yan’s safety!” Long Qingluo exhaled deeply.
Beside him, Yang Zhi Jiu frowned slightly upon hearing Long Qingluo’s words. After all, Ding Wugu was also a practitioner of the Jing Realm, and although the three thousand soldiers could wield Jing Realm power, Ding Wugu might still pose a serious threat.
Yet Yang Zhi Jiu remained calm, knowing that Ding Wugu still had his own backup—The Serpent’s Lair.
A vast, sprawling serpent’s lair lay beneath them, concealed beneath grass and a veil of qi.
At this moment, Ding Wugu, Yan Chuan, and the three thousand soldiers all stood atop the serpent’s lair, seemingly unaware of each other’s true intentions, locked in a tense standoff.
“Even a mere dog can set up a formation? Impressive. But you will all die just the same!” Ding Wugu sneered with a sinister smile.
“You are cruel and vicious, truly a talent of a different sort. But since you killed my soldiers, this grudge is settled—I have no reason to spare you,” Yan Chuan replied coldly.
“Spare me? Hmph. Your pitiful formation will crumble the moment I charge through it. Just relying on them? A mere dog is still a dog—you can’t harm a single hair on me!” Ding Wugu scoffed disdainfully.
“A single hair? Weren’t your eyes blinded already?” Yan Chuan chuckled.
“Hmph!” Ding Wugu bristled with shame and anger.
With a cold snort, he reached out again and produced another black orb.
Muttering strange incantations, the black orb trembled violently in his hand.
Ding Wugu’s eyes sharpened as he pushed the black orb forward.
“Boom!”
The black orb exploded with a thunderous roar, transforming into a swirling black mist thirty zhang in diameter. Within the mist, countless skulls writhed and twisted.
Eerie green lights flickered from the skulls as they emitted chilling wails and howls.
“Ah ha ha ha ha!”
“Wuu wuu wuu wuu!”
“Ke ke ke ke!”
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“Ten thousand ghosts heed my command—devour, devour, devour!” Ding Wugu formed a hand seal, manipulating the black mist of ten thousand ghosts.
The ghostly black mist descended from the sky, lunging hungrily toward the three thousand soldiers.
“Boom!”
The black mist collided violently with the blood-fury tiger.
The blood-fury tiger seemed like a feast to the ghosts; the skulls inside the mist gnawed with wild frenzy.
“Ah ha ha ha!”
The ghastly scene was terrifying—ghosts tearing into the tiger as if it were their next meal.
Had they not been following Yan Chuan for some time, the three thousand soldiers might have been paralyzed with fear. Yet even with their experience, dozens still trembled in their hearts.
At the moment their fear took hold, the tiger formation showed signs of weakening.
“What’s there to fear from mere little demons? Change formation! Tiger’s body, shake!” Yan Chuan’s voice thundered.
His words carried an unyielding command that filled every ear, igniting unbreakable resolve in the hearts of all. The previously trembling soldiers hardened their wills.
The formation shifted swiftly; blood energy poured into their spears as they thrust skyward.
“Roar!”
The three thousand soldiers unleashed a mighty roar, echoing like the blood-fury tiger itself.
With a fierce roar, the tiger abruptly lunged and shook its body, scattering the surrounding black mist. Hundreds of skulls fixated on the tiger recoiled and dispersed.
“Boom!”
The ghostly black mist was driven back.
The formation once again blocked the assault, and confidence surged through the ranks.
Though the three thousand soldiers’ cultivation did not match the Jing Realm, they had slain many who had, and when their blood fury awakened, the tiger gained an even more ferocious bloodthirst.
The battle was far from over.