Chapter 299
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Chapter 299: Beast Tide
Puff!
A streak of light instantly pierced through the skull of a wolf beast.
This magical beast, as large as a calf, didn’t even have time to let out a cry of despair before it collapsed forward into the snowy ground.
Bright red blood quickly soaked into the thick snow, creating a scene that was shocking beyond description.
[Virtue +37]
Wang Chen reached out to retrieve the Wind and Thunder Sword he had just used to slay the magical beast and returned it to his robe sleeve.
Although he had gained a good prey, he felt no joy at all.
This was the fourth attack Wang Chen had encountered in the past three days.
Since winter arrived with continuous heavy snow, the temperature had been dropping lower each day, reaching the point where water droplets turned to ice.
The number of magical beasts fleeing from Yulong Mountain was increasing rapidly!
Earlier, when Wang Chen was practicing spells near his cave, he encountered magical beasts descending the mountain in search of food.
On his way to Xian City today, he ran into a pack of snow wolves.
He had avoided that group of magical beasts, only to be ambushed on his way back!
Fortunately, the ambusher was a lone snow wolf; otherwise, confronting the wolf pack head-on would not have been so easily resolved.
Wang Chen was not afraid, but he had a nagging feeling that the current situation was just the beginning, and things were likely to get much worse!
The magical beasts inhabiting the Yulong Mountain Range were as numerous as hairs on a cow. In addition to the lowest-grade first-level transformed beasts, there were plenty of second-tier spirit beasts, and many powerful great beasts as well.
Second-tier spirit beasts were equivalent to Purple Palace cultivators; they could not only cast innate spells but also possessed high intelligence.
They were very troublesome foes.
Many cultivators who ventured into Yulong Mountain for adventure had lost their lives at the claws of spirit beasts.
The snow wolf Wang Chen had just slain was merely an ordinary transformed beast; no matter how many there were, he could either fight them or run away.
However, if a spirit beast were leading the wolf pack, the situation would be much more concerning.
If he were to encounter a group of spirit beasts…
Upon returning to his cave, Wang Chen did not hesitate and quickly sealed the entrance completely.
Next, he blocked off the tunnel leading to the hidden chamber below.
One must always prepare for the worst.
Once a beast tide broke out, the first to suffer would be those like Wang Chen, who lived near Xian City.
And Xian City was not safe either.
This city did not even have walls, let alone protective formations.
Most importantly, the cultivators in the city were forming factions and fighting independently; to describe them as a disorganized mob would be an understatement—it was more like a collection of scattered sand.
Hoping for them to unite against the beast tide was nothing short of a fool’s dream!
Of course, the outbreak of a beast tide was merely Wang Chen’s speculation, or rather, his premonition; it might not be accurate.
However, caution is always wise, and preparing in advance is never a mistake.
In fact, Wang Chen planned to stay hidden in the hidden chamber throughout the winter, waiting until spring to head to Xian City and join a group to cross the Yulong Mountain Range.
As for supplies, the spiritual rice and beast meat stored in his storage bag could sustain him for ten or eight years without any issue.
Recently, he had earned a considerable amount of spirit stones, enough to keep the spirit gathering formation operational for a long time.
Life continued comfortably!
In the following days, Wang Chen dug out a fourth escape chamber beneath the third level of the hidden chamber.
He also extended the tunnel connected to this chamber to a distance of twenty miles.
Now, Wang Chen finally felt at ease.
At this point, Wang Chen still did not consider himself a true Purple Palace master; his strength far surpassed that of his younger days as a young Qi Training cultivator.
Even when faced with unpredictable dangers, he remained cautious and vigilant.
Yet, more often than not, such caution proved to be the key to surviving calamities.
Just as Wang Chen began his secluded, hibernation-like lifestyle, an exceptionally fierce blizzard struck the Yulong Mountain area.
The leaden gray sky was oppressively dark, and palm-sized snowflakes fell as if being poured from above, in an unending cascade.
Within just a day and night, the snow on the ground had piled up to waist height.
Except for those from the Purple Palace and Qi Training cultivators equipped with flying artifacts, it was nearly impossible for others to move about in the wilderness, let alone hunt or gather herbs in the mountains.
With the frequent appearances of magical beasts in recent days, many cultivators living on the outskirts of Xian City began to flock into the city.
The already bustling Xian City became even more chaotic, with conflicts among cultivators growing increasingly frequent.
It wasn’t until the blizzard subsided that people realized the situation had taken a dire turn!
"Beast tide!"
A pale-faced cultivator rushed down the main street, screaming in anguish, "The beast tide has erupted!"
His cry instantly stirred memories for many residents of Xian City.
Nestled at the foot of Yulong Mountain, Xian City had endured more than one beast tide in the past.
Each time, it left survivors with deeply painful memories.
The last beast tide had occurred twenty years ago.
Newcomers were unaware, and many elders had forgotten, but as the beast tide loomed once more, the fear buried deep in their hearts surged like a tidal wave.
The streets immediately descended into chaos.
Some people rushed back to their homes, sealing their doors and retreating into their hidden chambers.
Xian City had no city defenses; families settled there had all dug tunnels and hidden chambers for shelter during disasters.
Others immediately summoned their flying artifacts and fled southward.
They had no intention of staying to face the terrifying beast tide.
It was important to note that many magical beasts were capable of digging; hiding underground did not guarantee safety.
The only true way to survive was to escape far away before the beast tide fully arrived!
Unfortunately, these cultivators were a step too late.
Screech~
With a piercing cry, flocks of giant eagles appeared in the skies above Xian City.
In the next moment, countless wind blades rained down from above!
Those who had just mounted their flying artifacts, ready to flee, were the first to bear the brunt of the demonic birds’ assault.
These light blue crescent-shaped wind blades were as thin as cicada wings and sliced through the air at incredible speed, enveloping over a hundred cultivators in an instant.
A few wind blades posed little threat to cultivators protected by the Spirit Light Shield.
However, when the number of wind blades increased to dozens or more, even the Spirit Light Shield could not hold.
"Ah~"
Dozens of cultivators plummeted from the sky, their blood splattering across rooftops and streets, along with severed limbs!
Others who narrowly escaped or managed to withstand the initial assault were plunged into despair as a second wave of wind blades followed.
At the same time, a large number of magical beasts appeared near Xian City.
Roar~
Deep growls echoed as packs of tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves advanced toward the city of cultivators.
Some massive magical beasts led the different beast hordes, using their roars to communicate and coordinating seamlessly to encircle Xian City.
It was clear to all that a brutal war was about to erupt!
