PNB Chapter 116 The Demon Slayer Ship Has Not Fallen Yet!
Chapter 116 The Demon Slayer Ship Has Not Fallen Yet!
It didn't care about the chain.
Since we can't kill it, why bother with it? Why not just smash all the chains?
The recruits were restless once again. Their minds screamed for them to run away, but their bodies were too scared to move.
The battle-hardened veterans roared with all their might, and everyone who saw it was terrified, but they knew that only by completely trusting the formation could they have any chance of survival.
"Spiritual power, pour all of it into me!"
A Foundation Establishment cultivator summoned a large bell and punched it with all his might, causing the bell to ring in all directions.
Zhong Ming brought Zhong Ming back to his senses.
The man raised his blood-soaked fist and shouted, "Pour all your spiritual power into the formation, quick!"
The sound of the bell not only awakens the mind and spirit but also brings a physical awakening with a violent gust of wind. With one strike, many people feel as if they have been hit by a heavy punch and almost fall down.
That guy's going all out.
Zhong Ming also began to mobilize all his spiritual power, even summoning the spiritual energy in the dragon vein and merging it all into the small groove on the ground. But it was like a bottomless pit, with no end in sight no matter how much spiritual power he poured in.
The golden giant tortoise image crashed down, and endless darkness once again enveloped the area.
Unlike last time, the fear of being submerged by the rushing water was far less than the feeling of waiting to die, the inescapable feeling of seeing something "unstoppable" rushing towards you.
The liver and gallbladder tremble.
Time seemed to slow down.
Zhong Ming clearly saw Yue Kaishan gritting his teeth and angrily looking up at the sky, the intent of his Kaishan Fist technique surging countless times.
He saw Xuan Jing with his head down, both hands pouring spiritual energy into the great formation, not daring to look up at him, his round, plump body trembling slightly.
He saw that Chen Dahai still had a bitter look on his face, as if to say, "It's good to be alive, but it's also okay to be dead."
He saw Xueyan's long hair spread out, her three thousand strands of black hair flying wildly, and countless spiritual energies overflowing outwards, shining brightly, flowing into the great formation along her slender jade fingers.
Zhong Ming looked up and saw the clear scene in the sky become blurry. Then, cracks spread out from the great formation. Wherever the cracks passed, the almost transparent armor plates of the great formation turned pitch black, and nothing could be seen.
"Crunch".
It sounded like the sound of Mount Jisui shattering, and it also sounded like the sound of everyone's hearts breaking.
'It's over.' Countless people had this thought in their minds.
“It’s done.” Yuan Xuzi laughed.
The end of the chain and the "head" had never been so close. His head was not tied to Mount Jisui, where there were no restrictions. The real head was still on the Disc Palace, in the hands of the restriction masters.
Su Longshan suddenly trembled. He remembered that the supernatural powers engraved on his long staff seemed to originate from the lineage of Yuan Xuzi.
The beginning and end of an object can carry people.
When the battered and bruised Golden Core cultivator barely made it back to the stronghold, Yuan Xuzi was already preparing. The chains were just a delaying tactic; the real killing move was on its back.
The Demon Slayer!
This ancient and powerful ship is not yet dead; its soul still burns, its fighting spirit still roars, and the wrath of its spirit grows ever stronger as it is worn away by the mud and sand of the river.
It refuses to die, refuses to fall into eternal slumber.
Its name is Dangmo, the flagship of the Second Sky Fleet of Yunzhou.
Yuan Xuzi snatched all the spirit stones from the reserves, which vanished into specks of spiritual light amidst the old woman's screams.
It was transmitted to the end of the chain.
This is the back of the giant turtle, with chains attached to the bow of the Demon-Slaying Ship, just like every day before, just like hundreds of years ago.
Yuan Xuzi stood on the deck of the giant ship! The human race had lost this "sky territory" for six hundred years!
After six hundred years, another human has finally set foot here, and a new captain has been confirmed.
Through the transparent glass, the skeleton in the captain's cabin and Yuan Xuzi exchanged a distant glance before turning to ashes and dissipating.
A moment later, the long-dried-up furnace roared again, and abundant energy surged back into every cabin of the ship along the broken spiritual runes. Backup spiritual runes, backup backup spiritual runes, backup backup backup backup... spiritual power tried, deflected, and cleared obstacles among countless runes.
Six hundred years of humiliation are shattering. The clinging shells are violently pulverized by spiritual energy and fall off with a tremor. Do you think that killing all of humanity will allow you to slowly refine this behemoth? Do you think that the ability of spiritual energy to circulate here will completely conquer the Demon Slayer?
As human blood drips onto the control panel once more, new spirit stones are poured into the furnace, completely dispelling all demonic power.
The spirit of the Demon Slayer broke free from the control of the Great Turtle in a resolute manner that was almost self-destructive. A large number of cabins collapsed and shattered, and the deck was forcibly peeled off. This action was like a human cutting open his own body without anesthesia, gouging out rotten flesh, cutting off broken bones, and pulling out internal organs.
Come, let the world remember the fear of being dominated by Colossus-class battleships.
The surging power was brutally poured into the engine, and the powerful lift dragged the giant turtle directly into the sky.
Countless people stared in despair at the sky above. They could not see the warships starting up; they could only see the enemy rising through the few intact areas. They thought that the giant turtle wanted to do it again and completely crush the formation.
The new recruits collapsed from exhaustion, followed by the veterans, the instructors... Countless people exhausted their spiritual power, only Zhong Ming was still able to sit up, the support from the dragon vein allowing him to barely maintain his posture.
He was also exhausted; before that, he removed the lingering cold.
If he were to die here today, he would only accept one way to die: to die in battle.
My revenge remains unavenged, my heart is restless. I rise with my red-tasseled spear, hook and sickle in hand, its cold gleam piercing the heavens. Spring comes and autumn goes, the cycle repeats, the moon shines with vicissitudes, and the chill of spring returns.
When he stood beneath the overwhelming mountain without any spiritual power to support him, he truly grasped the first meaning of the "Spring and Autumn Hook and Sickle Spear Technique".
Through the passing years, the spear remains unyielding, and my heart remains unchanged.
To walk the path to immortality, one must have a steadfast heart.
Even if the world turns upside down, the sea changes, and people's hearts change, the one who wields this gun should still have a will as firm as steel forged a hundred times, which cannot be taken away, disturbed, broken, or shaken in the slightest.