txolops Chapter 181 The Mystery of Wen Zhong's Seven-Year Expedition to Beihai
Chapter 181 The Mystery of Wen Zhong's Seven-Year Expedition to Beihai
Inside Wen Zhong's central command tent, the lights were on, and the generals had made their decisions. Tomorrow would be the day of the decisive battle against Yuan Futong's rebel army.
The truce that had been hanging for days was set to expire tonight, but in the evening, Yuan Futong unusually sent someone to deliver a challenge.
Wen Zhong unfolded the challenge letter inscribed on oracle bones, which contained only a few words: inviting him to fight a single battle tomorrow.
If the battle is broken, all the rebels will be beheaded.
If the formation cannot be broken, Wen Zhongxu must immediately retreat.
After reading it, Wen Zhong smiled slightly and casually tossed the oracle bones into the leaping fire beside him.
"Go back and tell Yuan Futong that there's no need for this. Tomorrow on the battlefield, we'll fight to the death. Let him and his traitorous subordinates wash their necks and wait."
Seeing that his provocation had failed, the messenger dared not say more and bowed as he retreated into the darkness outside the tent.
However, just after midnight, deafening shouts of battle and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves came from the direction of Yuan Futong's camp.
The rebel army launched a full-scale attack on the Yin Shang camp.
Wen Zhong and his generals were both surprised and delighted. They were surprised that the enemy dared to abandon the fortifications of their camp and take such a desperate gamble.
The good thing is that this can accomplish everything in one battle, which is exactly what I wanted.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Yin Shang camp also opened its gates and sent out its elite troops to charge head-on.
As the commander-in-chief, Wen Zhong took the lead and headed straight for the rebel army's central camp.
In the shadows, Taibai, who had been concealing his presence, now frowned deeply.
If Yuan Futong truly possessed the strength and courage to fight a decisive battle, why did he suffer repeated defeats and then raise the white flag of truce?
Such a full-scale charge would be tantamount to suicide against the elite troops of the dynasty commanded by Wen Zhong, unless it was not for the purpose of winning.
Just as the two cavalry forces were only a mile apart, their charging speed reached its peak, and the arrow was on the bowstring, ready to be released.
Taibai keenly noticed a ripple appearing in the space very close to Wen Zhong's front.
"Space-Time Array".
Such formations may only be able to hold out cultivators for a few days, but for ordinary soldiers who have no power to resist, they can be frozen in a fragment of time for more than ten years.
The formation before us is even more insidious; its trigger condition likely requires a cultivator at the Golden Immortal level or above to step into the formation's core as a catalyst.
Once triggered, not only will those who enter the formation be trapped, but all living beings within a radius of a thousand miles will likely be affected and rendered immobile.
All of this flashed through Taibai's mind. Yuan Futong's unusual challenge, and even this desperate night raid, were all aimed at forcing Wen Zhong to this pre-set strategic point.
If Wen Zhongruo enters the battle, the war in Beihai will instantly come to a standstill.
"Wen Zhong! Halt the army immediately!"
Taibai no longer concealed himself; his clear shout instantly drowned out the battlefield's clamor and clearly reached Wen Zhong's ears.
However, both sides' cavalry had already charged to their maximum extent. At such a distance and speed, even if Wen Zhong heard the shouts and wanted to order the entire army to stop abruptly, it would be extremely difficult.
The situation was dire. Taibai summoned the God-Slaying Spear, poured his magic power into the spear, and hurled it forcefully at the core.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the God-Slaying Spear, carrying an aura of destruction, crashed violently into the spacetime array that had not yet fully manifested.
Centered on the point of impact, the solid earth suddenly cracked, and deep, bottomless ravines spread wildly in all directions.
The violent shockwave exploded in a ring, slamming heavily onto the charging enemy formations.
The cavalrymen at the forefront, whoever they were, along with their mounts, were all thrown into the air by the force and then crashed to the ground.
Many ordinary soldiers died on the spot in this sudden shock.
The two torrents, which were originally so powerful,
They were thus forcibly choked, plunging into chaos and wailing.
Taibai's figure floated in the air, with a hidden flow of merit around him, quietly dissolving the karma he had generated.
He didn't even glance at the chaotic battlefield below, his eyes fixed on a fleeing aura.
Taibai reached out and beckoned, sending the God-Slaying Spear flying back.
At the same time, he pointed his fingers like a sword, and a burst of Geng metal sword energy burst forth from his fingertips, slashing towards the fleeing aura at an even faster speed.
"laugh!"
Where the sword energy passed, tiny cracks were cut open in the void.
About a hundred feet ahead, a pure white light shone, barely managing to block the Gengjin sword energy.
The sword energy and white light vanished simultaneously, and the caster's figure was no longer concealed and was forced to be revealed.
He was a cultivator dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, with a clear and bright face, and an auspicious aura naturally surrounded him.
Taibai arrived through the air, stopping ten feet away from the other party. His gaze swept over the other party, and he spoke coldly:
"Who could possibly have such talent? It turns out to be the wise sage of the demon race, Fellow Daoist Bai Ze."
"Fellow Daoist Taibai, it's been a long time. Why are you here in the mortal world, interfering in the affairs of war, instead of cultivating in seclusion on Mount Wuyi?"
"Fellow Daoist, instead of roaming freely in the Ten Thousand Mountains, protecting the remnants of the demon race, why do you resort to such underhanded tricks, interfering in the rise and fall of human dynasties?"
"In this vast mortal world, where is there no cause and effect? If you, my fellow Daoist, can come, why can't I?"
"I merely wish to ask Grand Tutor Wen to allow the creatures of this thousand-mile stretch of the North Sea to rest for a while."
"I merely wish to ask Grand Tutor Wen to allow the creatures of this thousand-mile stretch of the North Sea to rest for a while."
As a wise man among the demon race, Bai Ze never engages in unprofitable ventures.
His ability to make such a grand gesture must be due to someone or some force making an irresistible promise to him and the demon race.
Taibai also saw through the clues. In his memory, Bai Ze had always been loyal to the demon race. Even if he defeated him, it would probably be difficult to extract any information from him.
Therefore, the fastest and most thorough method is to directly use the soul-searching technique.
Taibai said no more, his power of laws surged up and poured into the Gengjin longsword, and then he slashed straight at Bai Ze.
Seeing Taibai's resolute approach, Bai Ze dared not meet it head-on. He blocked and retreated, his figure flashing among the clouds.
"Fellow Daoist is truly remarkable. In such a short time, your cultivation has become comparable to mine."
"Is that so? Then why not try this sword strike again?"
Before Taibai finished speaking, the Devouring Law had already wrapped around the sword's edge. Every strike was like an invisible vortex, constantly devouring the auspicious light surrounding Bai Ze.
However, within a few exchanges, Bai Ze had lost all offensive power, and even his defense was stretched thin, only able to barely manage to stay in the fray by relying on his agility.
He was originally known for his cunning, but his combat strength was among the lowest of the former Ten Demon Saints. Now, facing Taibai's relentless killing moves, he was even less able to fight back.
If it weren't for the fact that their levels of cultivation were still slightly higher, they would probably have been completely suppressed long ago.
"Fellow Daoist, confess now, and I may preserve your divine consciousness. Otherwise, do not blame me for using the Soul Searching Technique."
"Hahaha... Fellow Daoist, why don't you sense the aura from the north? Are three Quasi-Saints already heading this way?"
Sure enough, three powerful auras broke through the air and arrived, each one no less powerful than Bai Ze.
"As expected of the strategist of the demon race, he even foresaw this step."
"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. It's just an extra precaution."
"Given such wisdom, why couldn't you help the Demon Emperor Jun unify the prehistoric world back then?"
Taibai did not expect a reply. Before he finished speaking, he had already retreated and reminded Wen Zhong to withdraw his troops, saying in a low voice:
It is impossible to capture Bai Ze in a short time, and the reason why the three demon saints in the distance came, and whether there is an ambush, are all uncertain.