Chapter 771 — The Battle for the Jade Gate Pass
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
" From the camps on either side came roar after roar—the voices of the various commanders, restraining the gods and demons under them lest the ranks fall into disorder.
Now that Yan Qianzhong's subordinates had been wiped out in an instant, a gap had opened; if Shen Mu charged straight at Yan Qianzhong, they could close in from both flanks and catch Shen Mu in the middle, forming a siege. Yan Qianzhong snorted coldly again, thoroughly displeased.
"Seems I sent my troops out too early.
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. " Just then, Shen Mu abruptly halted. On either side stood armies of gods and demons numbering in the hundreds of thousands, even millions, watching him trembling, their eyes full of dread.
And beneath the central tents of each camp, figures at the Lingxiao and Imperial Throne realms sat or stood, cold and silent. Shen Mu's three heads swept a circle around him, and he smiled.
He could feel wave after wave of savage power surging from his brother Shen Fengqing.
Having just swallowed hundreds of thousands of god-and-demon souls in one gulp, the Big-Head Doll had digested so many gods and demons that the resulting surge in power made him unable to resist liking the feeling.
Fortunately Shen Fengqing had kept the demonic nature of Youdu in check and not let it taint him; otherwise he truly could not have controlled himself, and would likely have swallowed every god and demon here in one go! Shen Fengqing never traced things to their roots; he could not understand—or rather could not be bothered to understand—the arts of the Dao and divine powers.
If he could use them, he used them.
But he was different.
From childhood he had cultivated under the village headman, Granny Zhu, Old Man Huo, and others, and he had caught their habit of asking a question to the very bottom of the pot, of digging deep into things. If he ever turned to evil, he would be a hundred times more terrifying than Shen Fengqing! "You.
" He swept a circle around him, looking at the utterly panicked armies of gods and demons in the distance.
Many as they were—a hundred-odd great camps, tens of thousands of god-and-demon souls and Youdu gods and demons—facing him alone, they trembled, unable even to grip their godly and demonic weapons. "You will not make way, and you will not flee—so do you mean to make me.
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" Shen Mu's two heads suddenly swelled, growing vast as Mount Sumeru, opening blood-pool maws each as wide as half the sky, and roared at the armies of gods and demons on either side: "Eat you? " His body was already towering and mighty; now his heads were a hundred times larger than his body—truly, the crowns of his skulls propped up the heavens and his chins rested on the earth, terrifying beyond measure.
Shen Fengqing, a beat slow, hastily shook his head too, his great head even vaster than Shen Mu's two, baring claws and fangs: "Eat—" Three great roars raised a howling, surging yin wind that swept out in all directions; the sound waves struck the black walls of Jade Lock Pass, and the great black city hummed and rang under the impact. On the ground, sand flew and stones rolled; the black wind billowed out and poured into the battle lines and camps on every side.
The surging yin wind was piercingly cold, and the tattered armor and godly and demonic weapons on one god and demon after another clattered and rattled, soon coated in a layer of frost. Before the lines, a one-eyed god-demon swallowed with difficulty—though he was a ghost-god, and had no spittle in his mouth. "Run!
" A green-skinned ghost king with a blue face and tusked fangs suddenly took to his heels, leaving behind a trail of oily green ghost-fire.
The other Youdu demon-gods and god-and-demon souls did not move.
Suddenly there came a clatter—the armor on a four-armed god-demon was shattered by the sound waves and fell in pieces to the ground.
In the battle lines, after the gale had passed, the sound was jarringly loud.