bookbashuk Chapter 364 Arriving in Time
Chapter 364 Arriving in Time
"Old man, this won't do!"
Compared to Wei Yun and Tang, who were besieged by two Golden Core level warriors, Zhang Yuanhua was much luckier, as he only had one Demon King as his opponent.
Unfortunately, the continuous battles had aggravated his injuries and weakened his magical power. After several dozen rounds, he was completely suppressed by the demon king.
He was not good at fighting, but the Burning Yuan Heart Flame he cultivated from the Burning Yuan Fire Scripture was so domineering that he was not defeated quickly.
Facing the slanted-eyed white tiger who was mocking him, Zhang Yuanhua remained silent, pouring all his magical power into the crimson-gold pagoda in front of him.
The tower has nine stories and is entirely made of a dazzling reddish-gold color. The outer walls are decorated with intricate patterns of fire, and its brilliance is understated yet exudes a splendid majesty.
My natal magic weapon—the Burning Yuan Fire Tower.
The "Burning Primordial Fire Scripture" records three natal magic weapons: the Burning Primordial Fire Spear, the Burning Primordial Fire Sword, and the Burning Primordial Fire Tower. Just like the characteristics of the cultivation techniques, they follow the path of attack and suppression.
The former two are about offense and conquest, while the latter is more about suppression and refining.
After the tower is enlarged, it can trap enemies and imprison objects. The nine-story tower forms its own prison, with the power of the flames increasing with each layer. The flames of the highest layer are comparable to the spiritual fire of heaven and earth, enough to refine the physical body and soul of a Golden Core cultivator.
Zhang Yuanhua chose the Burning Yuan Fire Tower for another reason: in addition to trapping enemies and confining objects, he himself could also stay inside it.
By relying on the defensive power of magical treasures, one can become impervious to all evil and unapproachable by any magic.
When demon kings fight cultivators, they always go straight to the point. If Zhang Yuanhua hadn't been inside the tower, it wouldn't have been able to break through the tower's defenses in a short time, and it wouldn't have provoked him with words.
Thanks to this tower, the old man was able to survive the great turmoil until now; otherwise, he would have been killed at the very beginning of the war.
Although he is currently being suppressed by the Demon King, he will not be in any immediate danger thanks to the protection of this tower.
But it only lasted for a short time.
In the continuous battles over the past few months, this treasure has suffered considerable damage. In addition, the demon king outside is launching a relentless attack, and sooner or later he will destroy this natal magic weapon.
However, given this situation, the timeline may need to be brought forward considerably.
Wei Yun and the Golden Core cultivator surnamed Tang were gradually losing ground and were expected to perish within a quarter to half an hour. At that time, he would have to face six Golden Core cultivators alone.
The only way to break this deadlock is for reinforcements to appear immediately.
But that's almost impossible.
"Boom!"
Outside, because Zhang Yuanhua had been hiding in the Burning Yuan Fire Tower, the white tiger with slanted eyes was burning with rage. Seeing that words were not working, it could only slap him hard with its forelimbs.
"It really is a smelly and hard turtle shell!"
With each strike of the demon king, the tower trembled violently, and the spiritual light on its surface dimmed.
Because it was his natal magic weapon, Zhang Yuanhua also suffered. His face quickly turned pale, and his internal injuries gradually relapsed.
He coughed up blood several times, his frail body swaying precariously, yet he stubbornly poured all his remaining magical power into the magic weapon.
"what!"
A scream suddenly rang out on Firelocust Mountain. The old man turned his head to look and saw Wei Yun kneeling on one knee with a pained expression below, with a pool of blood on the ground.
The pool of blood was seeping from his right arm, which was empty, and the wound was very clean, as if it had been severed by something.
Yin Fu Dao (a type of dagger).
Yin Fu Shangren came with great force, intending to extract Wei Yun's golden core from his dantian in one move, but the latter once again avoided the vital point.
But it doesn't matter. Losing his right arm is enough to reduce his combat power, and his demise is only a matter of time.
"Fellow defenders of the Way..."
Seeing yet another comrade about to perish, Zhang Yuanhua couldn't help but feel a little unsettled. But the next second, his face flushed red, and he coughed up blood.
"Old man, you dare to be distracted by others while fighting me? Don't you want to be the first to fall?!"
The white tiger outside roared deafeningly, and taking advantage of the old man's distraction, it also used all its strength!
Zhang Yuanhua, who could originally hold on for a quarter of an hour, could not even last half a quarter of an hour now.
Seeing the old man in the tower swaying precariously, the demon king's eyes gleamed with greed. The flesh and blood of humans and their golden cores were top-tier delicacies, and the thought of them made it irresistibly tempted to indulge in them.
Just as it was about to unleash its bloodline supernatural power to decide the fate of the world, its descending hand froze in mid-air, and its enormous head suddenly turned to the rear.
Yin Fu Shangren reacted much faster. He sheathed his Yin Fu Blade and squinted at the three streaks of light flying towards them from afar.
With the six Golden Core cultivators collectively ceasing their attack, Zhang Yuanhua and his two companions seized the opportunity. They first took pills and retreated to a safe distance, then followed the gaze of their opponents westward, where they witnessed the incredible scene.
"Hahaha, Yin Fu brat, our reinforcements have arrived! You lot are ready to die!" Wei Yunyang, who had lost an arm, roared to the sky, his already ferocious face now appearing even more deranged.
Tang Jindan and Zhang Yuanhua were the same; they couldn't stop smiling.
But with only three people, isn't that a bit too few?
"Damn it, reinforcements...they actually came!"
As the escaping light drew ever closer, a thick layer of gloom settled on Yin Fu Shangren's face, and his initial joy at impending victory turned into extreme frustration.
Judging from the direction they came, they were coming from the half of the Wu Kingdom that had fallen.
Didn't they say that True Lord Mingyue led his men to intercept them?
Did they not fight back, or were they simply not intercepted at all?
Even so, given the speed of a Golden Core cultivator, even with a completely unobstructed journey, it would still take at least two days to arrive...
But it was too late to think about these things now. He simply released his divine sense and swept it fiercely over the three people coming towards him.
This one action brought a smile to his face.
"Wow, there are two early-stage Golden Core cultivators and one mid-stage Golden Core cultivator..."
Master Yin Fu himself was a cultivator who had one foot in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, so fighting against a mid-stage cultivator was more than enough for him.
Leaving that aside, the other side only has three.
With Zhang Yuanhua and the other two added, the numbers were exactly equal. The key was that one of them was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and had no fighting ability whatsoever. The remaining two were also barely clinging to life and did not pose much of a threat.
Ultimately, it's still a six-against-three situation.
What else could it be but sending them to their deaths?
He stood there with a smile. The four demon kings behind him and the woman had also figured out the newcomer's cultivation level. Instead of rushing to attack Zhang Yuanhua and the other two, they waited for the reinforcements to arrive.
It stopped in front of them in a short while, and as the light dissipated, two men and an old man emerged from it.
The entire area fell silent. All the cultivators and demons on and around Firelocust Mountain focused their attention on these three people, their gazes filled with greed, fear, and a desperate hope for survival.
Zhang Yuanhua was panting heavily. He glanced at the three men, but his gaze lingered on the man in blue robes holding a sword on the far right.
He knew that face all too well. Tears welled in his eyes involuntarily, and his lips moved as he murmured:
"Lingyu... how come it's him?"
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