Chapter 1139: Flowing Poison, Without an End (1/2)
Chapter 1139: Flowing Poison, Without an End
Translator: LawEditor: Hitesh
Because of Xiang Liu Junior’s death, a spirit boa army started a life-risking charge towards Ji Hao’s water city.
The city was guarded by the Pan Gu bell. As the final result of the life-risking charge started by those spirit boas, warriors under Ji Hao’s command had been eating roasted boas, boiled boas, air-dried boas, and all kinds of boa meat for half a month.
The Dragon Blood Drunk pill had still been emitting an attractive aroma on the altar. Tempted by the pill, countless water-kind creatures risked their lives and marched to Ji Hao’s water city. Waves of water-kind spirit creatures rushed up, only to be killed.
The water surface around Ji Hao’s water city had already become a pool of blood, a hell, because a thousands of miles wide area was dyed red by the blood of those water-kind creatures. Countless violent water-kind spirit creatures soaked in the blood-water, sensing the strong blood scent from the battlefield. Their eyes turned glowing red, as they seemed to lose their mind.
During the past few days, Ji Hao took out Yu Yu’s full-body portrait once again and introduced Yuan Li to Yu Yu. As a water ape, Yuan Li learned to use the extremely negative power; without a doubt, he was extraordinarily talented. Yu Yu delightedly took Yuan Li as his disciple, and gifted him the Great World Scripture, which was specially created for spirit apes and monkeys to cultivate themselves. Meanwhile, Yu Yu also gave Yuan Li a pre-world dragon staff.
Within a couple of days, Yuan Li had already started to understand things in the Great World Scripture. Every time he wielded that dragon staff, faintly audible dragon roars would rise into the sky, and hundreds of silhouettes of dragons would hover around him to protect him. Moreover, with the staff, he could now create natural thunderbolts and fire to attack his enemies. This powerful dragon staff was now being held in Yuan Li’s arms all day long; from time to time, he would look at the staff while giggling.
It seemed that Yuan Li had already recovered from the emotional blow that Snow’s death brought him. Ji Hao silently criticized his heartlessness, while letting Yuan Li freely wander in the city, without exercising too much control over him.
In the headquarters tent, all elders and high-grade commanders gathered up, with numerous official documents that came from Pu Ban City passing around in their hands. From time to time, an elder would sigh, or a commander would curse out loud.
Ji Hao caught the attentions of those water-kind armies which had been heading south. As a result, the heavy pressure suffered by the flood-control troops under Si Wen Ming’s command was eased instantly. A few flood-control troops had already opened a few channels around Pu Ban City, and the excessive water power started to be drawn away by the great flood-control magic formation which was formed by those channels. Although the flood had still been roaring on the ground, the dense dark clouds in the sky had already begun fading.
Currently, people in Pu Ban City could see the sunlight for a couple of hours every seven to eight days, which was already amazing.
What made those elders sigh and commanders curse out was the casualty number of human beings recorded in those official documents. In many areas around Pu Ban City, numerous villages were swallowed by the flood entirely, with almost no survivors.
Those water-kind spirit creatures, who had occupied all rivers, streams, and lakes, had still been attacking those flood-control troops. Even single day, warriors in all flood-control troops had to fight desperately. Each day, a large number of human warriors would fall on battlefields.
What was even more infuriating was that by now, not only water-kind creatures were in the water-kind armies, human warriors from Northern Wasteland clans had started emerging as well, and those human warriors were mostly commanders.
Not too many water-kind spirit creatures knew how to use their brains. Instead, most of them relied on their bloodthirsty instincts. However, unlike before, led by those elite Northern Wasteland warriors, those water-kind spirit creatures were well-organized now. That allowed them to cause greater damage to the flood-control troops. Over ten marquises and earls were unfortunately encircled by water-kind armies, but the other human forces failed to rescue them timely, and all had fallen already.