Chapter 520: Chapter 128: Valley of Destruction_4
Excitement flamed in Xuan Yuan’s eyes as he gave a hard nod, saying, "Of course. The Winged Tribe scouts ahead, we follow behind, charging directly into the valley. If we encounter Half-Beasts, we can merely incapacitate them. However, if we come across anyone from the Dark Demon Clan, they are to be slain without mercy. All clergy, follow me." With these words, he floated towards the entrance of the valley.
The Wing King smiled dryly. "The Judgment Chief can be rather impetuous. Bishop, we should also follow. It’s risky for him to go alone." Saying this, he floated upward, leading his tribe from above to offer assistance to the Church’s troops as they advanced rapidly towards the valley. The path through the valley was surprisingly flat. Occasionally, they would spot a few Beast Man footprints on the ground. Xuan Yuan didn’t go far, he waited in the middle of the valley for everyone to catch up before continuing on. Although the mountains on both sides were a good few hundred meters high, their slopes were gentle. As they traversed the valley, they encountered dozens of Beast Men. With lightning speed, they disabled the Beast Men’s meridians and tossed them into nearby shrubbery without raising even the slightest alarm.
When they arrived at the end of the mountain path, it became clear that they were nearing their destination. As this was his first time on such an important mission, Xuan Ye couldn’t help but feel somewhat tense. Quietly chanting a spell, he readied himself to cast support magic on all Church members the moment the battle commenced.
In no time, the Church’s team and the Winged Tribe arrived in the Half-Beast Valley. When they ventured deep into the valley basin, they were taken aback. It was not the strength of the enemy that stunned them, but rather the realization that not a single Half-Beast or Dark Witchers could be seen in the wide basin. Sparse dry grass waved faintly in the breeze, but the basin was eerily empty. Although the weather was warm, Xuan Ye felt a chill run down his spine. Na Yan was the first to react, shouting, "Quickly, retreat from the valley."
A gentle feminine voice rang out, "It’s too late, too late now. Welcome, esteemed members of the Holy Church, to the Valley of Destruction. We have been waiting for a long time. This will be the end of you." Her soft laughs echoed in the valley, clearly audible to every member of the Church. Even the dimmest among them realized—it was an ambush.
This was followed by the thunderous rumble of clattering stones. Looking in the direction of the entrance in terror, Xuan Ye saw countless boulders pouring down from both sides of the mountain, sealing the entrance entirely.
A bolt of golden light fell from the sky, streaking towards the stunned Xuan Ye. Despite his formidable magic, he was too panicked to react, and his movement technique was subpar; he had no chance of dodging the attack.
"Watch out!" A shadow darted out from behind Xuan Ye, pushing him aside abruptly. A scream rang out—it was Na Yan, Xuan Ye’s father-in-law, who had shoved Xuan Ye out of harm’s way. The golden light had pierced through Na Yan’s right shoulder, crushing his collarbone and shoulder bones. A bowl-sized bloody hole appeared between his chest and shoulder. He was nailed to the ground by the powerful force as blood gushed around him. The source of the golden light was a short spear. In shock, Xuan Ye hastened to release the large-scale support magic he had prepped. Subtly, a layer of pale golden light blanketed all Church members.
Ballon bellowed, "Everyone maintain your composure, group up and get ready to fight!" He pulled out his longsword, staring into the sky.
With a resigned shake of his head, the Wing King sighed. "Though we failed to kill Xuan Ye, wounding the Red Robe Priest is no small feat either. Haha, hahaha."
Xuan Ye roared with fury, "Wing King, you treacherous bastard, what are you up to?"
The Wing King snorted disdainfully, "Fool, do you still not see what’s happening? I led you right into an ambush. Today, none of you are getting out of the Valley of Destruction. My tribe, attack!" Now, Xuan Ye finally understood what the javelin behind the Wing King was for. Six hundred beams of light descended from the sky, showering the Church’s men with an aura of Battle Qi. The heavy javelins, fueled by the Wing People’s mastery, carried a destructive force unimaginable.
Xuan Yuan, boiling with fury, shot up into the sky, the golden Divine Battle Aura scattering around him. Immediately, he blew away hundreds of thrown spears. Despite the sudden upheaval, his team was quick to react. Shields of golden Battle Qi rose from the ground, blocking most of the incoming spears. Yet, several weaker Sacred Knights were impaled and killed.
Seeing this, the Wing King paused for a moment. As he did, Xuan Yuan vaulted into the sky, leveraging the recoil from his Battle Qi. Waves of golden aura cascaded from him as he bellowed, "Divine Waves!" Towering waves of golden aura rushed toward the airborne Winged Tribe.
Despite having a high regard for Xuan Yuan, the Wing King had not foreseen this. Together with two elder Silver Wings, they attempted to dispel the impact with their Battle Qi. However, Xuan Yuan, incensed and deploying his full power, was not to be trifled with. With a crushing boom, the Wing King and two Silver Wing Elders were forced to retreat, blood spurting from their mouths. At the same time, dozens of Winged Tribe members were consumed by the violent Divine Battle Aura. Their bodies burst apart, scattering a rain of blood. Xuan Yuan didn’t halt his onslaught. He lightly touched another Winged Tribe member in mid-air, instantly killing him and converting the resulting recoil force into replenishing his Qi. The blue and red Feather Wingmen were no match for him at all; dozens more Winged Tribe members bit the dust.
