Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1150 One Man Subdues Ten Thousand Beasts

The iron-skinned rhinoceros charging at the front suddenly stopped.

It was as if they had bumped into an invisible wall.

Four hooves plowed long, deep furrows across the wasteland, bringing them to an abrupt halt less than a mile from the front lines.

The monsters behind couldn't stop in time and crashed into their companions one after another.

The entire Warcraft horde was like waves crashing against rocks.

The gray-maned wolf tumbled off its companion's back, while the ironback lizard was thrown to the ground.

After the chaos comes fear.

Zhang Yuan slightly twirled his palm.

"boom--"

The force of fusion exploded into a shockwave that spread outwards within the horde of monsters.

It's not just about killing, but a deeper form of suppression of will.

The power of his soul in his sea of ​​consciousness was released simultaneously with the power of a half-step Primordial Chaos cultivator.

He incorporated the aura of the Heavenly Dao from the inheritance of Emperor Jun Tianzun, the murderous intent of the million-year-old heroic spirits in the Zhenyue Order, and his own fierce killing aura spanning millions of years into this palm strike.

The Warcraft community is in complete chaos.

The bulls in the front row started to back up, and as they backed up, they bumped into the wolves behind them.

The wolf tucked its tail between its legs as it howled.

The lizard tried to roll over and escape, but its tail was stepped on by its companion.

A gray-yellow torrent, in less than ten breaths, went from charging forward to disintegrating.

Zhang Yuan lowered his hand.

The energy within his body fluctuated slightly for a moment.

The fusion time of half an incense stick was used up by about one-tenth.

He secretly noted down this data.

Then he calmly said, "They don't dare come over now."

Qin Yue looked at him.

A complex look appeared in his eyes.

Having fought on the battlefield for decades, he could naturally tell the weight of that palm strike.

That wasn't just a simple pressure, but a method he had never seen before that combined suppression at the level of laws with an impact on will.

He single-handedly drove back tens of thousands of monsters.

But he didn't ask any further questions.

He simply waved to the messenger: "All troops, speed up. Get to Stonehold before they change their minds."

The troop resumed its movement.

This time, no one spoke.

Only the sounds of footsteps and wheels rolling over gravel echoed across the wasteland.

That evening, the team arrived at Shilei Fort.

The walls of Shilei Fort gleamed with a dark luster in the twilight.

The pale blue aura emanating from the city's protective array enveloped the entire city.

The city gates were already wide open.

The city's inhabitants and the soldiers who remained behind stood on both sides of the road, watching the returning troop from Canglang Plains file in.

Ragged hunters, wounded soldiers wrapped in bandages, weathered cavalrymen, and border troops marching in silence.

The crowds on both sides remained silent.

Many people silently lowered their heads.

Some people clenched their fists.

Someone reached out to touch the hem of the clothes of the remaining soldiers.

That night, the gates of Shilei Fort were not closed.

The wounded were housed in various courtyards within the city, while women and children were moved into residences in the inner city.

The hunters were mixed in with the border troops and took turns guarding the city walls.

All the blacksmith shops in the city were requisitioned, and the furnaces burned all night.

Yan Qing leaned against a corner inside the city wall, holding the bone-white short knife in his hand.

He carefully wiped the stains off the blade bit by bit with a rag.

Yan Laoshuan sat down next to him, broke off half a dry biscuit and handed it to him: "Eat something, or you won't have a peaceful night."

Yan Qing took the dry biscuit, took a bite, and chewed for a long time before swallowing it.

He looked at the border troops moving back and forth above the city wall, and at the purplish-black clouds churning in the twilight in the distance.

He suddenly asked, "Uncle Yan, do you think those armors... they really left?" Old Yan was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

He didn't know how to answer that question.

All he knew was that when the armor disappeared, he felt a gust of wind blow past him.

The wind wasn't cold or hot, but he could still feel it.

It was as if something passed by him and went north.

He swallowed the dry biscuit in his mouth and said softly, "Whether they've left or not, we have to finish the journey for them."

Zhang Yuan stood on the highest tower of Shilei Fort.

Qin Yue stood next to him, and Zhao Tiefeng stood on the other side.

Qin Yue spoke up: "The demonic energy on the Canglang Plain is still gathering."

"Although there was a retreat today, the things deep inside haven't moved at all."

"They are waiting for the day when the seal completely collapses. Judging from the current rate of demonic energy gathering and the degree of seal dissolution, it will take at most half a month."

Zhao Tiefeng added, "The General's Mansion in Zhenbei has made preparations for a full-scale war."

"The weapons, provisions, and medicines in the treasury are being distributed to various cities in the northern border, and the reserve soldiers have also been recruited."

"We've done all the preparations we can, but whether we'll have enough time, no one can guarantee."

Zhang Yuan did not answer.

He glanced down at the Zhenyue Token in his hand.

The patterns on the token flowed slowly in the night breeze.

The souls sleeping within the token felt slightly warm in his palm.

Like a quiet, steady heart beating rhythmically.

He could sense their presence. They had always been there.

Then he made a gesture.

He held the token upright in front of him and slowly injected a wisp of half-step Primordial Chaos power into the depths of the token.

Since the War of the Rift, he has been exploring ways to resonate more deeply with this token.

While driving away the monster horde today, he inadvertently discovered a crucial point.

The fused state of half-step Primordial Chaos Power is more likely to elicit a response from the heroic spirits within the token than simple Star Qi or Chaos.

The token vibrated slightly.

It's not resistance, but a familiar response.

He sensed that the slumbering souls deep within the token were awakening at an extremely slow pace.

Not all have fully awakened; we are still a long way from that point.

But at least they were responding to him.

They are confirming that the person holding this token has sufficient power to bear their will.

Zhang Yuan slowly withdrew that wisp of power.

enough.

He silently considered it in his mind.

Half a month is enough time for him to try again.

The Venerable Realm at the mid-stage, the fusion state of half-step Primordial Chaos, the sword intent of the Thirteen Fierce Swords, the Heavenly Art of Emperor Jun, and the 100,000 heroic spirits sleeping within this Mountain Suppression Token.

He mentally reviewed each of his trump cards.

He was very clear about the limits of every kind of power.

But how to connect them, and how to switch them freely in battle.

How to make them truly complement each other, rather than fighting their own battles, still needs to be refined.

Half a month later, when the seal truly shattered and the true owner of that hand descended.

He must be able to maintain his fused state for at least the time it takes for an incense stick to burn while fighting at full power.

The morning light shone through the ridge to the east, illuminating the entire stone fortress walls.

The bricks, soaked with blood and sweat, gleamed with a dark red luster in the morning sun.

The wall bricks were covered with countless knife marks and arrow holes, lined up in the morning light.

The dark purple cloud in the distance also had a golden edge.

The ink-black color was torn apart by the morning light, leaving fine streaks of light.

Zhang Yuan said something softly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was firm.

"Then let's wait for it to come." (End of Chapter)