noveltune Chapter 179 Yang Jian Won't Leave, He Still Wants to Save the Three Great Gods of the Sea.
Chapter 179 Yang Jian Won't Leave, He Still Wants to Save the Three Great Gods of the Sea.
The countless points of light flying in the sky are the last traces of the existence of high-ranking angels.
They drifted down slowly, like a grand and tragic funeral.
The entire cave was deathly quiet.
The members of the first squad stood still, and no one spoke.
Zhao Leiguang opened his mouth for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.
He looked at the Earth Pulse Shield in his hand, whose light had dimmed considerably, and then looked up at the towering, silver-armored phantom in mid-air.
Just now, they fought a monster army that they couldn't defeat even if they risked their lives.
Just like that.
Gone.
Is this the power of the ancient Chinese gods?
"What are you all standing there for?"
Lu Yan's voice rang out on the channel, bringing everyone back to their senses.
He stepped forward, walked through the mess, and came to the foot of the altar.
The Void Disc rotated on its own in his spiritual sea, and circles of black ripples spread out, echoing the domineering and unparalleled divine soul aura in mid-air.
Comfortable.
Lu Yan could sense that the Void Disc did not reject this pure Eastern divine power in the slightest.
Yang Jian's tall, illusory divine soul slowly turned his head.
The tightly closed vertical eye between his brows slowly opened.
Three eyes simultaneously fell on Lu Yan below.
The terrifying pressure was like mountains and seas collapsing, making it hard for people to breathe.
Strangely, however, there was no killing intent within this oppressive aura.
It's more like an elder sizing up a promising junior.
Lu Yan met that gaze with composure.
He could see that Yang Jian's soul was like a tree without roots or water without a source.
That last strike almost exhausted all of its power.
He's barely holding on by sheer willpower, and light has begun to scatter from the edges of his golden soul.
If this drags on any longer, we might just disappear completely in this foreign land.
"True Lord".
Lu Yan clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice steady and calm.
"This place is not safe to stay any longer. Please return to China with me."
"We will surely restore your statue to its golden state, rebuild your temple, and welcome you back to your rightful place!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Qianyu and the others also put away their weapons and looked solemnly at the illusory figure.
Escort the ancient Chinese gods home.
This task is more demanding than any before.
To everyone's surprise, Yang Jian's tall, illusory figure shook his head.
The phantom of the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand rose, pointing towards the highlands shrouded in purple mist outside the cave.
His voice echoed in everyone's minds once more, carrying an unyielding chill and murderous intent.
"I cannot leave yet."
"Um?"
Lu Yan was somewhat surprised.
"There is still a wicked beast here that has not been eliminated, and a young one that I must save."
Yang Jian revealed a shocking secret.
"In that filthy lake, lies the son of an old friend of mine."
"The Great God of the Three Altars and the Seas, Nezha."
"His remnant soul is suppressed here by those alien hairy gods, who use him as a furnace to extract divine power day and night, intending to refine him into a pill!"
Nezha?
Upon hearing this name, the entire first squad was stunned.
Isn't that the mythical, immortal, and indestructible child god of war who rides on wheels of fire, wields a fire-tipped spear, and is incarnate as a lotus?
Is his soul also trapped here?
……
at the same time.
Deep in the Scottish Highlands, on the shores of that desolate, deep blue lake.
It has long since turned into a despairing meat grinder.
Ling Shuang's third squad is trapped in a suffocating dead end.
"Captain, the left flank... the left flank can't hold!"
Liu Yiyi's voice came through the communication channel, hoarse and filled with sobs and rapid breathing.
Her once-proud speed now seemed as slow as wading through mud.
Every time she dodged, it felt like dancing on a knife's edge. Several times, the stench of the undead claws grazed her back.
The Windrunner set's energy shield had already shattered.
She's currently relying entirely on the physical defense of her A+ grade armor to withstand the attacks.
"Xiaorou, push it up!"
Ling Shuang swept away several undead men who rushed at her with a single spear thrust; the tip of her spear was already chipped from excessive slashing.
She glanced back.
Tens of thousands of fanatics, like an endless tide, surged in from all directions.
Their bodies were covered in pustules, their backs were covered in rotting feathers, and their eyes were filled with only madness and hunger.
They feel no pain, no fatigue.
The very front of the defensive line.
Jiang Xiaorou gritted her teeth and held the protective light shield firmly in front of her.
That once indestructible shield of light is now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and each impact makes the cracks deeper.
"puff."
Another fanatic crashed into the light shield and exploded into a pile of mangled flesh.
The center of the light shield finally succumbed to the continuous impact and shattered, creating a hole the size of a fist.
"I can't take it anymore... Captain, I'm almost out of mana!"
Jiang Xiaorou's face was deathly pale, and her hands gripping the shield were trembling.
The three of them have been trapped here for more than an hour.
If it weren't for the batch of A+ grade Windwalker sets that Lu Yan handed over, with their extremely high defense and energy reserves holding them together, the three girls probably wouldn't have lasted even ten minutes and would have been torn to shreds by these monsters long ago.
But now, it's almost at its limit.
Ling Shuang looked at the two teammates who were almost exhausted and made a tough decision.
She had prepared for the worst.
Just then.
grunt.
grunt.
The calm, deep blue lake water beneath my feet suddenly began to boil violently.
Countless enormous bubbles surged upwards from the lake bottom, bursting and releasing a strong, nauseating stench of sourness and decay.
A massive shadow slowly rose from the bottom of the lake.
It was a monster that could not be described in words.
Its body is shaped like a small mountain, and its entire body is covered with wriggling tentacles and stitched flesh.
What's even more chilling is that, in the gaps between those fleshy bones, there are also pained and distorted human faces.
High-level mutated Frankenstein's monster!
As soon as the monster appeared, the surrounding crazed undead seemed to receive some kind of order, and they all stopped attacking, kneeling down in unison and letting out strange roars.
A gaping maw, radiating intense death energy, split open on the massive body of the Stitches monster.
It locked onto the exhausted third squad in the center of the battlefield.
It intends to devour these three tenacious prey, along with the useless undead around them, in one gulp.
It’s over.
Looking at that slowly opening giant mouth, only two words remained in Ling Shuang's mind.
She gave a wry smile and gripped the already dulled spear tightly.
"Liu Yiyi, Jiang Xiaorou."
She shouted into the channel with her last bit of strength.
"I'm very happy to be your teammate."
After saying that, she reached back and touched the armor core on her chest.
I'd rather die than become a battery for these false gods!
Just as Ling Shuang was about to detonate the core and perish together with the monster...
She caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye.
Without warning, the mountain range shrouded in thick fog in the distance exploded into pieces!
A blindingly bright silver light tore through the thick clouds and fog above the high ground, like a divine blade, slashing down fiercely!