Chapter 415: A Fight Between Emperors
Translator: Law Editor: Hitesh
Yu Mu grabbed a medicine bottle that was made from a giant frog skull, forcibly opened Miao Lian’s mouth and poured the sticky, dark blue liquid drug contained in that ugly bottle into his mouth.
Streams of dirty, heavy power of the drug spread speedily inside Miao Lian’s body and soon drilled into his brain. Slight wisps of begrimed power began corroding Miao Lian’s soul, making his clear and glowing eyes turn a bit turbid.
“What the hell is this?” Miao Lian hoarsely screamed, and couldn’t help but struggle desperately.
“It’s good stuff!” Yu Mu responded with a sweet grin, “I used the venoms of over three-hundred different kinds of poisonous bugs, salivas and sperm as the main ingredients, and oil of decayed dead bodies…”
Before Yu Mu finished his explanation, Miao Lian started vomiting intensely. As a man who had been severely cultivating himself, he didn’t have too many remnants of food inside his stomach. Instead, all his of vomitus was yellow-colored gall; not even a single drop of drug that he had just swallowed was thrown out.
Both Ji Hao and Man Man hurriedly covered their mouths with their hands and subconsciously took quite a few steps backward in disgust.
Yu Mu, this bloody fatso, this poison concocted by him was way too disgusting! Although many formulae developed by the Magi Palace were rather weird, this was the very first time for Ji Hao to hear about such an evil formula. Not to mention Miao Lian, who had drunk that drug in person, even Ji Hao was abutted to throw up only by hearing about it.
“Good stuff!” Yu Mu gave another honest grin and stopped his introduction of those ingredients of this drug. Instead, he continued seriously, “This is good stuff, specially created to corrode people’ souls. Without my antidote, you will die.”
Yu Mu’s explanation was simple, frank and honest.
Without his antidote, Miao Lian, who had taken this drug, would die.
Miao Lian’s face suddenly turned deathly pale. He glanced at Ji Hao, who had been glaring at him, Man Man, who now had an angry look, Feng Xing, who was silently observing him from afar and Yu Mu, who was with a big, honest grin, then gave a forlorn and bitter laugh. Next, both of his eyeballs rolled up, showing the white parts, while Ku Quan fell on the ground. All sense of power released from his body had immediately disappeared.
Ji Hao was shocked slightly. He hurriedly walked up to him and pressed a finger on his carotid artery.
The blood had still been flowing inside his body, and the life-force of his body was still present. However, the sense of Miao Lian’s soul had nearly disappeared, such that Ji Hao could barely feel his soul. Ji Hao carefully pressed his finger on the spot between Miao Lian’s eyebrows, and finally caught a faint sense of Miao Lian’s soul, which had now shrunk into an extremely tiny spot.
“Brother, this is the ‘secret and silent drown,' specially created by their sect. It is a powerful, mysterious and occult magic, usually used by cultivators in their sect to converge the souls, trapping themselves in a deathly dangerous state to achieve a breakthrough to the higher levels. But this guy is not powerful enough for this magic yet. For saving his own life, also for keeping their secrets, he forcibly used the ‘secret and silent drown’ magic. He is nearly damaged, so you don’t need to concern about his life.”
Gui Ling’s voice rang right next to Ji Hao’s ear, quickly giving the above information.
Hearing Gui Ling’s words, Ji Hao felt even his soul shake. He glanced at the sky in shock, then gnashed his teeth and waved his hand towards Feng Xing. Ji Hao called Feng Xing over and whispered a few words to him. Afterward, Feng Xing paused briefly, nodded a bit helplessly then grabbed Yu Mu and Man Man, retreating quickly.
While retreating with Feng Xing, Man Man yelled loudly at Ji Hao, “Ji Hao! Be careful, don’t get involved in things that you shouldn’t be…This is what Abba told Man Man!”
‘Don’t get involved in things that you shouldn’t be?’ Indeed a solid truth. However, Ji Hao could only give a bitter laugh when he heard it. It wasn’t him who had been trying to get himself involved in all this!
A gentle gust of wind rose from the ground, rolling Ji Hao’s body up and flying into the air. He was then wrapped up by a faint, thin layer of misty cloud. The cloud enveloped him, flashing across the air, and instantly reached the east side of the sword formation. A gate had now being added to the empty and flat area below the long sword, which had been floating in the air, and standing inside the entrance were a few of Gui ling’s disciples. Seeing Ji Hao, those disciples of Gui Ling hurriedly saluted to him, calling him ‘Uncle Ji Hao.'
Ji Hao hurriedly saluted back. He couldn’t explain the complicated feeling he was having right now with language at all.
All these disciples of Gui Ling were much older than Ji Hao, their powers and cultivations were also far greater than Ji his own power and cultivation. Hearing them calling ‘Uncle Ji Hao,' he was actually a bit delighted, but at the same time, he indeed felt an enormous pressure.
Clear gusts of wind had been blowing around inside the sword formation. Through the sword formation, Ji Hao saw that under each long sword floating in the air in the east, south, west and north side of this sword formation, a gate was added. Inside each gate, a few of Gui Ling’s disciple were guarding.
Right in the middle of the sword formation, a stage was floating in the air, upon which, an altar was set up. A cloth that had a black and white pattern of Taiji painted on it had been spread on the altar. Gui Ling was standing beside the altar, holding a tablet, constantly clapping against the cloth. Following her move, this immense sword formation rose straight into the air, up above the clouds without disturbing anyone.
Ji Hao’s spirit power was tightly connected with the sword formation. He clearly sensed that, earlier under his control, the best-attacking range that allowed the sword formation to accurately kill the enemies was only around three-hundred mile in radius. But now, controlled by Gui Ling, this range had already expanded to a ten-thousand mile in radius.
This was a definite severe power difference. Ji Hao also faintly felt that this size of the best attacking range of the sword formation was not yet the limitation of Gui Ling’s capability. If she didn’t need to manipulate such a great-scale sword formation and raise it high up to the sky, under her control, it could at least eliminate all living creatures within the area which had a radius of hundred-thousand miles.
The colossal sword formation rose straight up into the sky, traveling ten thousand miles in every single moment. Clouds were torn apart layer by layer, and soon, the formation reached the deep area of the fierce gale in the void, hundreds of millions miles away from the earth. Ji Hao stood inside the gate and could see the stars in the void rather clearly. Those gigantic stars were glowing splendidly, seeming to compete against the sun. The starlight and sunlight merged together, weaving into a magnificent ocean of light, shrouding the void.
High up in the void, Emperor Shun was wearing a heavy armor, followed by four human-shaped silhouettes. Each of them stood on a particular spot that coordinated with a basic element of this world. The five of them had been facing against Dishi Yanluo.
Around a hundred mile away from Emperor Shun was a handsome Yu Clan man, who had a cold, bland face, wearing a heavy black armor and releasing a deathly sense of power. He was facing the Netherworld Priest, staring with a pair of viciously glowing eyes.
A black flag had been fluttering upon Netherworld Priest’s head. Black smoke was rising from around his body constantly, while black and white beams of sword light dazzled around him.
That Yu Clan man with the black armor had a prismatic shield held in his left hand and a black, transparent long sword, which had the length equal to his own height, in his right hand. While he wielded that long sword, the black and white beams of sword light released by Netherworld Priest flashed across the void from time to time, clashing against the long black sword and bursting with massive waves of cold power stream.
Around Si Shun and the five silhouettes, and within the area about a thousand mile in radius, hundreds of human-shaped silhouettes were fighting a tangled battle. Their moves were rather slow; every single move made by them seemed to be extremely careful and cautious. However, every now and then, they launched attacks at each other and at every turn, the fierce void gale a hundred-mile round would vibrate and roar, even stirring the sky to shake for quite a while.
Ji Hao held his breath, watching this seemingly not so intense fight happening in front of his eyes with full concentration.
On the ground, countless human warriors had been fighting desperately against the non-humankind armies. Those warriors were literally showering in blood, and the ground was nearly completely covered up with dead bodies. Nevertheless, Ji Hao never knew that at the same time, in the void hundreds of millions of miles away from the ground, such a fierce battle had been happening between the higher level members of both sides of this war.
From a great distance, Ji Hao heard Dishi Yanluo laugh crazily aloud and yelled, “Shun! That bastard Fan Hai came to steal the credit which was supposed to be mine… this displeased me a lot. However, with his force joining this war, do you still think that you can stop us?”
“Who else can help you? Except for Netherworld Priest, who else can ever help you?” Dishi Yanluo laughed wildly and continued, “Shun, why don’t you take your people and surrender? You’re kind of a talent… I can make you the leader of all my slaves!”