6kv Chapter 119 Fog Blocks the Way, Various Parties Gather
Chapter 119 Fog Blocks the Way, Various Parties Gather
Lin Chen's gaze swept across the battlefield, and he quickly grasped the situation.
"What a vicious scheme." He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white. "They're using a maze to sow discord, inciting humanity to fight amongst themselves, wasting all their new fighting force in internal strife. Once we're both exhausted and everyone's too weak to fight anymore, they'll come out and reap the rewards. By then, we won't even have the strength to resist."
Su Muyue's brows furrowed deeper as she looked at the martial artists lying on the ground. Her gaze lingered for a moment on a military martial artist who had been struck in the back by a hidden weapon and was struggling on the ground, then moved away. But her lips were pressed into a thin line.
"We cannot let the situation continue to deteriorate." Her voice was not loud, but her tone was heavy. "Once everyone's fighting strength is exhausted, and the main forces of the evil race and the Qin family appear, no one will be able to stop them."
Lin Chen did not hesitate. He stood in the light, his gaze sweeping over his four companions, and quickly made a judgment.
"Mu Yue, expand the range of the Qingxin Shouyuan Formation. Use the power of the formation to dispel the fog in the smaller area and awaken the martial artists controlled by the formation. We'll try to bring back as many as we can."
"Chu Fan, work with Mu Yue to adjust the array patterns and suppress the power of the evil array. Your Myriad Manifestations Dismantling Array is effective against this type of maze array. Do not force the array to break; just help Mu Yue stabilize the array base while she expands it."
"Leng Feng, hold the flanks. There are evil people in the mist; they'll take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Whoever gets close, stop them."
"Ling'er, prepare the medicine. Those whose minds have been controlled by the illusion array will be very weak after they regain consciousness. Also, treat the seriously injured first, and then treat the lightly injured later."
The moment the command was given, all five people moved simultaneously.
Su Muyue formed hand seals, and the twelve array flags simultaneously hummed. Golden array patterns spread outwards from beneath her feet, like ripples on water, expanding in concentric circles. Wherever the array light passed, the gray mist dissipated, revealing the true land and air beneath. Those martial artists whose eyes had been bloodshot due to the Chaotic Mind Array gradually lost their ferocity under the pure array power, their pupils returning to focus, and their expressions changing from ferocity to bewilderment.
A scion of a noble family raised his sword, about to strike the person beside him, when the sword suddenly stopped halfway through the air. He paused, looked down at the sword in his hand, then at his opponent, whose face was covered in blood and who was staring at him in terror, as if he had been abruptly pulled from a nightmare.
"What...what was I doing just now?" His voice was hoarse, as if something was blocking his throat.
The awakened warriors stopped fighting. Some looked around blankly, some squatted on the ground holding their heads, and some slapped their faces, trying to clear their minds. The panic and chaos gradually subsided, replaced by an inexplicable sense of lingering fear—if these five people hadn't arrived in time, they would have fought their way to the very last person in the mist.
The chaotic battle gradually subsided. The survivors spontaneously began to gather together, moving towards Lin Chen and his group of five. The military warriors were the first to react, quickly forming ranks and protecting the wounded in the center. Although the scions of noble families were still somewhat hesitant, seeing that Qin Hao's men had retreated to the other side, they also put away their weapons.
Within the mist, the faces of the black-robed evil disciples darkened. They ceased concealing themselves, emerging from the shadows one after another, like a black tide surging from the mist. More than ten evil disciples at the Transformation Realm appeared simultaneously, their evil power soaring into the sky, black mist erupting from their bodies and merging with the surrounding gray mist.
"You're courting death." The leader was the same evil thug they had fought in the First Line Sky Canyon before. His black robe had been burned with several holes by the Purifying Pill, revealing his emaciated body underneath, but his aura was even colder and more violent than before. "Dare to ruin our plans? Today, we'll leave you all here."
The mist on the other side parted at the same time, and Qin Hao stepped out.
Behind him followed two powerful members of the Qin family, both at the early stage of the Transformation Realm, standing guard like two guardian deities. Qin Hao's complexion was much better than before; his true energy had recovered to about 70-80%. Although the portion of his cultivation that had been destroyed couldn't be recovered so quickly, the resources Qin Cang had given him weren't for nothing—pills, spiritual liquids, and secret techniques had been poured into him, stabilizing his condition. But his eyes had changed. The arrogance, haughtiness, and overbearing attitude of before had been replaced by something more sinister and dangerous.
His gaze swept across the crowd and landed squarely on Lin Chen.
"Lin Chen, it's you again." His voice wasn't loud, but every word was filled with barely suppressed resentment, as if squeezed out from between his teeth. "You've ruined my plans time and again. So what if you've gathered everyone on the periphery? Outside the core altar, my Qin family has already laid a trap. Today, no one can seize the Star Marrow Liquid."
Behind him, the scions of noble families lined up, along with the evil cultivators, forming a vast, dark mass. Lin Chen quickly counted—nearly fifty people. Among them, at least fifteen were at or above the Transformation Realm. On their side, the new students numbered only thirty-odd, mostly at the Meridian Opening Realm, with not a single one at the Transformation Realm.
The balance of power is so evenly apparent that it's clear who has the upper hand.
The new students began to feel uneasy. Some muttered under their breath, some took a half step back, and some's hands trembled as they gripped their weapons. Just moments before, they had been thankful to have regained consciousness and not died at the hands of their own people, but in the blink of an eye, they realized that the enemy they faced after regaining consciousness was far more terrifying than the maze.
"What's there to be afraid of!"
A booming voice erupted from the crowd. A burly man, a former military officer, strode to the front. He was imposing, broad-shouldered, and had an old scar running from his forehead to his chin. When he spoke, the scar moved with his muscles, like a living centipede. He wore the standard dark green military uniform and carried a heavy sword wider than his arm on his shoulder, its blade stained with blood—some of the enemy's, some of his own.
"The evil race wants to seize the Martial Emperor's inheritance, and the Qin family wants to betray us! How can we, the human warriors, back down!" He slammed his heavy sword into the ground, causing it to tremble. "Today, we fight side by side, protecting the secret realm, protecting humanity! One step back means utter destruction!"
The sound was like a muffled thunderclap, exploding in the crowd.
The second one stepped forward, the third, and the fourth. Those freshmen who had been trembling just moments before—some gritted their teeth, some gripped their weapons tightly again, and some straightened their backs. The military warriors stood in a row, and some of the aristocratic scions withdrew from the Qin family's camp and joined them. The rogue cultivators also revealed their trump cards—some took out treasured high-level talismans, some ingested forbidden drugs to temporarily boost their cultivation, and some pushed their true energy to its limit.
Of the thirty-odd people, not one retreated.
Lin Chen walked to the front of the crowd. The Star Sword was drawn, its silvery-white light cleaving a crack in the gray mist, illuminating the faces of everyone before him. His voice wasn't loud, but every word clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"The Qin family has colluded with the evil race for generations, betraying humanity and attempting to steal the Martial Emperor's legacy." His gaze swept across Qin Hao's face, over the black-robed evil figures, and over the face of every individual in the Qin family's camp. "Today, outside the core area of the secret realm lies the place of reckoning. Everyone must fight side by side, defend the altar, and absolutely not let their conspiracy succeed."
The people behind him didn't shout slogans, throw punches, or speak. But they raised their weapons, their inner energy shone, and their gazes hardened. The inner energy of nearly thirty people shone simultaneously in the gray mist—red, blue, yellow, silver—a tapestry of colors intertwined, like a bonfire burning in the night, small but enough to illuminate the entire battlefield.
The gray mist continued to churn, quickly filling the areas dispersed by the CD players with new fog. The two camps faced each other across a hundred paces, neither moving nor speaking.
The wind stopped.
In the distance, towards the altar, a pale white light shimmered faintly through the thick mist. A pool of moonlit star marrow floated in the center of the altar, like a quiet heart, awaiting the outcome of this great battle.