txolops Chapter 200 A Dramatic Change in the Situation: The Threat of the Sudden Man!
Chapter 200 A Dramatic Change in the Situation: The Threat of the Sudden Man!
"What?"
When the priest heard the shout from behind, his heart sank, as if gripped by an invisible hand.
Although I had expected it.
But when the bad news actually arrived at this moment, on this battlefield, its impact still made his blood boil and his vision go black.
Upon hearing this, Lin Chuan remained calm, even revealing a hint of knowing "I knew it" in his eyes.
The divination this morning clearly indicated: "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman is behind," which refers to this sudden change.
At this moment, the priest could no longer care about the dignity of a priest. With a flicker, he broke away from the main battlefield and headed towards the dozen or so fleeing lights that were rushing towards him.
The two sides met halfway, and the shaman seemed to have set up a soundproof barrier, talking hurriedly with the newcomer.
A moment later, although the specific expressions could not be seen through the barrier, the way the incantation master trembled violently and his aura fluctuated wildly, as well as the undisguised panic and grief on the faces of the dozen or so mages, cast a thick shadow over the hearts of all those who witnessed this scene.
At the same time, the fierce battle in the sky came to an abrupt end.
Wei Wuyai, Zhiyang Shangren, and Hehuan Laomo sensed the abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations below and the unusual movements of the Zhushenshi. They all restrained their strength. The Zhongshenshi, Bishenshi, and the Yinluo Sect Master on the opposite side had obviously also received some kind of urgent message, and their attacks also slowed down.
The two powerful cultivators tacitly distanced themselves, temporarily halted their fight, and warily looked down and towards the horizon, clearly aware that a major change had occurred.
The master of divination was ashen-faced. His gaze swept over the ravaged battlefield below, and a flash of pain crossed his eyes, especially when he saw the lingering bloody aura where the master of divination had fallen.
But as a great master who was in charge of a clan, he forcibly suppressed the raging waves of grief and indignation in his heart. His figure transformed into a stream of light, and instead of flying directly towards the two masters, Zhong and Bi, he went straight to a place not far in front of the Tiannan camp and locked his gaze on Lin Chuan in front of the crowd.
"Fellow Daoist Lin,"
The incantation master's voice was unusually calm, eerily so, yet the weariness and resolve it contained were clearly audible:
"There is no need for our two races to continue fighting. Let's cease hostilities immediately, otherwise... it will only be a case of the snipe and the clam fighting, allowing the fisherman hiding in the shadows to profit."
"Oh?"
Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying, and replied in a calm tone, "If I'm not mistaken, it was the Tuwu people... who couldn't help but make a move, right?"
The master of divination's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and his heart trembled even more.
This matter is a top secret of Mulan, and the message from the rear has only just arrived. How could this young cultivator from Tiannan reveal it so easily?
Is it a coincidence, or is this person so cunning that they have already seen through the situation?
He gave Lin Chuan a deep look, neither denying nor denying, which was tantamount to admitting it.
"What exactly happened? Fellow Daoist Zhu, don't try to create a fuss or play any delaying tactics!"
Long Han's figure flashed and appeared beside Lin Chuan, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring intently at the God of Blessing.
Although he was happy to see the ceasefire, he was absolutely unwilling to be deceived by the Muran people and fall into any trap.
Instead of directly answering Long Han's question, the priest's face darkened, and he abruptly changed the subject, asking a seemingly unrelated question: "Fellow Daoist Long, did your Tiannan secretly send a team of elite cultivators to flank and raid the treasure vault of Tiantian City, which is occupied by my clan?"
Long Han was startled. This was a top-secret plan, known only to a handful of core members of the Allied Forces. The team sent out was the elite of the elite, and the operation was extremely secretive. How could the Mulan people have discovered it? Had it failed?
He remained outwardly calm, his eyes flashing rapidly as he weighed the pros and cons. Knowing that denying it now was pointless and would only put him at a disadvantage, he slowly nodded and frankly admitted, "It is indeed true. It seems you have discovered it. How about it? That group of fellow Daoists must have met with misfortune?"
"Found it? Hmph!"
Anger flashed across the priest's face, but more than that, it was a sense of helpless frustration. "If it weren't for a third-party force intervening and launching a surprise attack amidst the chaos, causing utter turmoil, you might have actually succeeded and turned my clan's rear into a complete mess!"
"A third party?" Upon hearing this, Long Han frowned deeply.
The only intelligence he received was that the elite team he had dispatched suddenly lost all contact when it approached Tiancheng, and their fate was unknown.
Is it...
The master of divination seemed unwilling to waste any more words on this matter, and even less willing to let more ordinary cultivators hear what he was about to say.
He moved his lips slightly and used a sound transmission technique to send his voice directly into Long Han's ears.
"What?! How could this happen?!"
Long Han could no longer remain calm after hearing just the first two sentences. She cried out in shock, her face instantly filled with disbelief and astonishment. She even subconsciously took a half step back, staring intently at the master of divination, as if trying to confirm whether he was lying.
"Things have come to this point; my clan is on the verge of life and death. Why would I, a divine master, need to lie to you?!"
The incantation master's voice transmission carried an uncontrollable grief and indignation, along with a barely perceptible...pleading tone.
The incantation master's voice transmission carried an uncontrollable grief and indignation, along with a barely perceptible...pleading tone.
Long Han's chest heaved violently a few times, his expression shifting unpredictably.
He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the area where sporadic battles were still taking place, then looking at the three cultivators who were temporarily facing off in the sky. Finally, he exchanged a glance with Lin Chuan beside him, and saw a hint of understanding and tacit approval in Lin Chuan's calm eyes.
No more hesitation!
Long Han frowned, a resolute look on his face. He suddenly raised his hand, and a pale golden talisman shot out, soaring straight into the sky!
"Whoosh—Bang!"
The talisman exploded hundreds of feet in the air, transforming into several enormous, dazzling golden orbs of light, hanging in the air like miniature suns, clearly visible even in broad daylight. The strange buzzing sound emitted when it exploded instantly spread throughout the battlefield for dozens of miles around.
This was precisely the highest-level signal agreed upon by the Tiannan Allied Forces, representing "an immediate cessation of all attacks and a full retreat"!
Immediately, all the Tiannan cultivators on the battlefield who were still fighting or preparing to fight, whether they were Core Formation elders or Foundation Establishment disciples, were stunned upon seeing this signal.
But military orders are absolute, and their long-trained instincts led them to immediately halt their offensive and abandon their opponents without hesitation.
They transformed into streaks of light, retreating rapidly towards their own camp like a tidal wave.
Those cultivators who had already stopped fighting, were in a standoff, or were healing immediately reacted, setting up their magical artifacts and retreating in a chaotic but extremely fast manner.
The opposing army of Mulan mages had obviously received similar orders through other means.
Although many people still wore expressions of resentment, doubt, and even anger, they also silently began to shrink their formation and slowly retreat, maintaining a relatively safe distance from the retreating Tiannan cultivators.
In the blink of an eye, the central area of the battlefield, which had been filled with deafening shouts, bursts of spiritual light, and flying blood and flesh, quickly became empty and silent.
All that remained were corpses strewn across the ground, shattered magical artifacts, scorched earth, and lingering smoke and blood, silently testifying to the brutality of the battle that had just taken place.
The two armies, like the receding tide, stood apart on opposite sides of the border, facing each other from a distance.
However, compared to before the war, both sides' camps are noticeably sparser.
The air was filled with the gasps of survivors and the grief of losing fellow disciples.
After this battle, both sides suffered heavy losses, especially the low- and mid-level cultivators, who were severely injured and depleted of their vitality.
Fortunately, most of the high-level cultivators and mages on both sides, except for a few unlucky ones like Master Zhong, are still alive.