Chapter 59 - Even the Tallest Mountain Won’t Stop the Flood
Chapter 59: Even the Tallest Mountain Won’t Stop the Flood
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Shen Zhiwen’s body lit up with a dazzling black light. He charged forward like a primordial beast and arrived in front of the holy maiden of the Thunder Breeze Sect in the blink of an eye.
“Are you okay?”
Shen Zhiwen asked as he waved his hand to repel the Purple Spirit Race expert.
“You are… the eldest senior brother of the Yellow Profound Sect, Shen Zhiwen?”
The woman was stunned for a moment before she said in astonishment.
The Profound Yellow Sect never had any holy sons or daughters. Instead, they only had an eldest senior brother. Su Yan had seen this young man before him once, so she quickly recognized him.
“Haha, that’s right.”
Shen Zhiwen laughed and asked again, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
Su Yan shook her head, her expression changing slightly. “Be careful!”
Shen Zhiwen did not turn around. His palm instantly emitted a dazzling black light that devoured the fiend beast behind him.
As the current eldest senior brother of the Profound Yellow Sect, Shen Zhiwen’s cultivation was only half a step away from the Supreme Stage. In the situation that there was no other Supreme Stage expert or Legendary Stage expert present, he was one of the strongest existences on the battlefield.
At the current moment, the Supreme Stage experts and Legendary Stage experts were all busy fighting high up in the sky to avoid affecting the army below due to their strong destructive power.
In fact, Su Yan’s strength was about the same as Shen Zhiwen’s, but she was simply outnumbered. After several days of battle, she had already suffered heavy injuries. This was why she was defeated by a random expert from the Purple Spirit Race.
“Your injuries are too serious. You should retreat to the back first.”
Shen Zhiwen said seriously.
“No, I want to avenge Sect Master!”
Su Yan gritted her teeth and said firmly.
At this point in the battle, both sides were fighting fiercely and with killing intent, wishing they could tear the other party apart. Under such circumstances and given the death of the patriarch of the Thunder Breeze Sect, how could Su Yan retreat?
Right at this moment, a Thunder Breeze Sect disciple rushed towards the fiend beast army like a moth to a flame. The moment he was about to be submerged in the sea of opponents, a dazzling light suddenly lit up on his body, creating a terrifying spirit energy storm!
This disciple had chosen to self-destruct at the last moment of his life!
Immediately after, as if a fuse had been lit, the Thunder Breeze Sect disciples self-destructed one after another and perished together with the fiend beast army.
“Hahaha, bastards, die!”
“I’ll show you how powerful I am!”
“Die!”
Seeing this, the disciples of the other sects also joined in the self-destruction, creating spirit energy hurricanes on the plains, and perished together with the fiend beast army and the purple fiends.
“Stop! What are you guys doing?”
Shen Zhiwen’s eyes were tearing up. He wanted to stop this.
“Eldest Senior Brother, I’ll leave the Profound Yellow Sect to you in the future!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple of the Profound Yellow Sect suddenly passed by Shen Zhiwen and charged into the fiend beast army, then exploded like a bomb.
“No!”
Shen Zhiwen’s expression was sinister. He suddenly recalled a poem his master had once read: “Even the tallest mountains won’t stop the flood, only flesh and blood can be piled into a dam. I will not be back, may the heavens rest my soul…”
In the past, Shen Zhiwen did not understand the meaning of this poem, but now he finally understood.
Just as Shen Zhiwen was about to release all his spirit energy and fight his way into the fiend beast army, a mighty roar suddenly sounded from the sky: Retreat!
Although it was only one word, Shen Zhiwen could still tell that the owner of the voice was the patriarch of the Archaic Mysteries Sect, Tian Jizi. He was publicly acknowledged as the strongest expert of the Human Race in the Southern Land!
Boom!
In the next moment, a huge beam of spirit energy fell from the sky. Even space was distorted. It hit the enemy camp and instantly devoured countless fiend beasts and Purple Spirit Race warriors.
Only experts above the Legendary Stage could achieve such power.
“Retreat!”
Before Shen Zhiwen could react, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder and retreated.
“Uncle-Master?”
Shen Zhiwen was stunned when he saw the person’s face.
“Uncle-Master, what happened?”
“No time to explain. Let’s get out of here.”
The person said expressionlessly with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
“But the holy maiden of the Thunder Breeze Sect is still here…”
Shen Zhiwen turned around, but he did not see Su Yan.
“Heh heh, she’s the future hope of the Thunder Breeze Sect. You don’t have to worry about her.”
As he spoke, the person pointed ahead. Only then did Shen Zhiwen realize that Su Yan had already been rescued by a higher-up of the Thunder Breeze Sect.
Some cultivators with quick reactions immediately turned around and left after hearing the word “retreat”. They did not hesitate at all. As for those who were slow to react, they hurriedly retreated after being reminded by their companions.
As soon as this word was spoken, the originally intense battle immediately became one-sided. No one expected the patriarch of the Archaic Mysteries Sect to order a retreat.
As for the fiend beasts and the Purple Spirit Race, they clearly did not intend to let go of this opportunity and decided to pursue the enemy. They followed closely behind the Four Major Sects. Fortunately, due to the previous beam of spirit energy, the fiend beasts and the Purple Spirit Race army had fallen into a brief period of chaos and were slightly slower. Even so, there were still quite a few cultivators who had been caught and besieged.
“Uncle-Master, if this continues, we’ll all be wiped out.”
Witnessing this scene, Shen Zhiwen gritted his teeth and said. He did not understand why they had to retreat. Once they retreated, it would be equivalent to the Southern Land falling!
“If we stay, we’ll really be wiped out.”
Uncle-Master Shen Zhiwen was a tall, middle-aged man. Although he was already old, one could tell that he was definitely a handsome man when he was young.
“What exactly happened?”
Shen Zhiwen couldn’t help but ask again.
“There are too many high-level experts from the fiend beasts and the Purple Spirit Race. If this continues, everyone will die here. If it weren’t for those Legendary Stage experts delaying the battle, none of us would have been able to escape.”
The middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed.
“Roar!”
Suddenly, a deafening roar sounded. All the cultivators below the Heaven Stage felt as if they had been struck by lightning, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
The clouds dispersed, and a huge dragon that was as deep as obsidian flew down from the sky. Its wings were spread out, covering the sky and raising strong winds.
“The true body of the Great Void Dragon?”
Seeing this, Shen Zhiwen was shocked. He finally understood why the patriarch of the Archaic Mysteries Sect had given the order to retreat.
That was a super fiend beast with the bloodline of a divine beast. Even in the Legendary Stage, it was rarely matched by enemies. It was said that it had been living in the Death Spirit Valley for thousands of years and was the strongest fiend beast in the Southern Land. They had not expected for it to also participate in this war!
“Hu!”
The Great Void Dragon opened its bloody mouth and spat out a stream of pitch-black flames that swept towards the human cultivators. At the same time, a beam of spirit energy fell from the sky and blocked the pitch-black flames. This prevented any casualties for the human cultivators.
“It’s the Great Void Dragon! Run!”
Everyone turned pale with fright. Facing a Legendary Stage fiend beast, no matter how many people there were to fight against it, they would only be courting death. Only a Legendary Stage cultivator could resist a Legendary Stage fiend beast.
“Is the Southern Land really doomed this time?”
Despair appeared on Shen Zhiwen’s face. It was the first time he felt this weak.
Suddenly, Shen Zhiwen saw a figure moving in the opposite direction of the crowd.
What the hell?
Rubbing his eyes, Shen Zhiwen was sure that he had not seen wrongly. He saw that on the plains below, a slightly thin figure in white clothes was slowly moving towards the fiend beasts and the Purple Spirit Race army. He looked out of place with all the retreating human cultivators.
“Hey! Run, don’t go over there!”
Shen Zhiwen shouted loudly, but the person acted as if he didn’t hear him and continued forward.
In a daze, Shen Zhiwen felt that he had seen this figure somewhere before.