Chapter 349: Chapter 348: Wind Divine Soldiers
Yi Tianyun knew their morale was high and that they were ready to sacrifice themselves for the Spirit Race at any moment, but he didn’t need that. Some sacrifices were completely unnecessary. So what if it was General Feng? If they couldn’t defeat him, they would just have to stall him. He refused to believe they couldn’t hold General Feng back.
As for whether the Netherworld Emperor would come personally, that was currently impossible. For a Great Emperor to personally mobilize against a mere third-grade faction would be to lower his own status. It would be just as disgraceful as the destruction of the Netherworld Prison.
Mobilizing the entire army against a faction that was insignificant to begin with—would they have any face left? Knowing the Netherworld Emperor, he would absolutely never stoop to that level.
Even the National Preceptor wouldn’t come personally. For matters of simple slaughter, dispatching a general was sufficient. If even a general couldn’t handle it, only then would they need to send out a truly formidable existence. The greater the power, the more they cared about saving face.
They might not care what lesser factions thought of them; they could simply annihilate anyone who dared to speak out of turn. What they cared about was the opinion of other Empires. Sending so many experts after a minor faction would be a massive loss of face.
Unless the National Preceptor died at the hands of the Spirit Race, only then would the Netherworld Emperor make a move himself.
It was like a local City Lord. If a common soldier or a Patrol Envoy were killed, other Patrol Envoys or some generals would be sent to capture the culprit, not the City Lord himself. However, if the Deputy City Lord were to die, the City Lord would certainly mobilize personally.
If even a Deputy City Lord that powerful could be killed, then only the City Lord would be strong enough to take action.
Of course, sending General Feng was already a display of great strength. He was a figure second only to the National Preceptor, meaning he was the third most powerful individual in the Empire! This showed that they were already taking the Spirit Race very seriously.
After making his announcement, Yi Tianyun immediately instructed several elders to go forth together. Sending their strongest experts was the only solution; weaker members would be ineffective. The Spirit Race was already small in number. If they continued to suffer losses like this, the outcome would be tragic even if they achieved victory.
Now they all knew the plan, so if they sensed anything amiss, they would have the Spirit Race forces retreat immediately.
"You all head to the forest entrance first to assess the situation. I will follow shortly," Yi Tianyun instructed.
"Yes, Spirit King!"
They didn’t ask a single question. With a nod to each other, they immediately rushed into the forest, and Ye Qingxuan went with them. This group comprised their strongest combatants. When facing the enemy, the more people, the better. While Yi Tianyun was incredibly powerful, dealing with everything alone would undoubtedly be much slower.
After they left, what Yi Tianyun had to do was simple: Alchemy! Having obtained a Soul-Nourishing Grass, he wasn’t about to miss this chance to level up. After completing two quests, he had already gained 160 million experience points and was just a little short of his next level.
Once he leveled up, he would have a much better chance of dealing with General Feng. In this world, cultivation was always the prerequisite for victory. If one’s cultivation level was far too low, all schemes and tricks were futile.
’I have to level up first and foremost...’
Yi Tianyun immediately activated Crazy Alchemy Mode, doubling his speed to refine Fourth Refining Soul Pills. He didn’t dare attempt to create Five-refined Soul Storage Pills; the difficulty was simply too high. If he failed, he wouldn’t be able to level up.
While he was engrossed in alchemy, General Feng was already leading a troop of Wind Divine Soldiers on an assault course toward them. There were several hundred of them, and their cultivation was all at the Spirit Pill Stage! This was the power of an Empire—an army of Spirit Pill Stage experts. It was truly an extravagant display of force.
Although their cultivation was only at the Spirit Pill Stage, they ran as if they were flying. Their speed was astonishing, and they covered a vast distance in the blink of an eye. The middle-aged man at their head, General Feng, had a murderous aura. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, containing only cold indifference.
Carrying a longsword, he flew toward the Spirit Race Forest. His pace was neither fast nor slow, set purely to allow his subordinates to keep up. If he had flown any faster, he would have long since left them in the dust.
As they sprinted, a vast forest soon appeared within their line of sight. They picked up speed, and in just a short while, they arrived before it. One by one, the Wind Divine Soldiers drew their longswords. Every single one of them wielded a longsword, and each weapon had reached the Mid-grade Soul Artifact Level. Their equipment was exceptionally fine.
Compared to the Wind Divine Soldiers, the Dragon Soldiers were not on the same level at all. Although the Dragon Soldiers had the support of Earth Dragons, their speed was simply too slow. The Dragon Soldiers themselves would be killed in the blink of an eye. The Earth Dragons were more difficult to kill, but wearing them down over time was definitely not a problem.
In the world of martial arts, there is a saying: Speed alone is invincible!
What they pursued was a single word: Speed!
When they arrived before the forest, they didn’t charge in recklessly. Instead, they formed up into a spearhead formation and simply stood there, leaving the defenders to wonder what they were planning.
Deep within the forest, Elder Yan and the others observed them, completely clueless as to their intentions.
"What are they trying to do? They’re just standing there, motionless."
"Who cares what they’re doing! The moment they step inside, we attack!"
"That’s right! Once they enter the Mist Forest, under the full power of the Ancestor, there’s no way they’ll be able to advance!"
They were filled with confidence. As long as they were under the protection of the Illusionary Array, there would be no problems.
Just as they were thinking everything would proceed as it had with General Long, the numerous Wind Divine Soldiers began to uniformly hack at the giant trees. Each sword strike was incredibly fast; they unleashed hundreds of slashes in the blink of an eye. In an instant, a giant tree was more than halfway severed, and a moment later, it was chopped down completely!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
One after another, giant trees came crashing down. In the blink of an eye, dozens of them had fallen. The soldiers then moved on to the next group of trees, continuing to cut a path deeper into the forest.
This scene made the defenders’ faces sink. They hadn’t expected the enemy to try and carve a path by sheer brute force, felling all the giant trees! Based on the current situation, it would take a long time, but it would be undeniably effective.
The effect of the Mist Forest was entirely dependent on the giant trees, as the Divine Runes were carved upon them. If the trees were gone, it would be equivalent to breaking the array. Moreover, judging by the speed at which they were felling the trees, while it would not be a short process, it certainly wouldn’t take an especially long time either.
As long as they maintained the correct direction, there would be no problem.
"The direction is slightly off. This way!" General Feng called out in a cold voice, signaling them to cut in a new direction. In his hand was a stone plate with a pointer on it, though its purpose was unclear.
"That’s a Directional Compass, a compass that can point out the correct path... I’m afraid it must contain a token from our Spirit Race, which allows them to know the correct direction. Since they are still outside the array, the guidance it provides will be perfectly accurate..." Elder Yan’s expression was grim.
If they were to enter the Mist Forest, the Directional Compass would become useless. Under the control of the Spirit Race Ancestor, they would easily be made to lose their way. In the face of a Divine Rune Grandmaster, a compass like that was practically meaningless.
But it was a different story on the outside. The Illusionary Array had no effect there whatsoever!
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