Chapter 1095
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Chapter 1095: The Return of Reinforcements
“Wang Mian?!”
Seeing the figure in gray clothes and white hair, Lin Qiye blurted out his name.
Wang Mian stood in front of Lin Qiye, surrounded by a rain of blood and flesh that fell onto the snow-covered ground, as he sheathed his weapon, the [Yi Yuan].
After confirming that Aisis would not be able to recover her mobility in a short time, he turned back, intending to say something, but upon seeing Lin Qiye’s current state, he was momentarily taken aback.
“Lin Qiye, your realm…”
A grim smile appeared on Lin Qiye’s bloodied face.
Wang Mian was somewhat puzzled. He glanced at the distant, mangled Aisis, then surveyed the devastated battlefield around him, his gaze landing on the emblem that lay abandoned in the snow.
It seemed he realized something, and he stood frozen like a statue.
After an unknown amount of time, his weathered face, filled with deep creases, furrowed deeply.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Endless rage and madness surged in his eyes.
He let out a low growl and drew the [Yi Yuan] from his waist again, breaking through the wind and snow to flash in front of the bloodied but still alive Aisis.
His hands trembled as he gripped the hilt tightly, the age spots on his knuckles turning pale from the exertion. He stared intently at the body beneath him, raising the white blade high and stabbing it frantically into Aisis’s body again and again.
The suppressed growls echoed in the howling wind and snow, and the drifting flakes danced with his movements. He resembled a madman, stabbing the slowly regenerating flesh in the snow dozens of times until it was reduced to a pile of minced meat, completely staining the surrounding snow red, before he trembled and released the hilt.
He collapsed weakly onto the snow, his aged eyes slowly closing, his hoarse voice filled with endless sorrow and self-reproach:
“I’m sorry, Lin Qiye… I’m sorry…”
“We… arrived too late…”
Hearing the words “we,” a sense of relief finally appeared on Lin Qiye’s bloodied face. He lay weakly in the snow, gazing up at the national monument, which was gradually extinguishing its flames, and let out a long sigh.
He knew that he had managed to protect this national monument.
……
In another part of the battlefield.
Zuo Qing stood in front of a snow pit, looking down at the sealed Wind God Xiu beneath his feet, his brow slightly furrowed.
Bright headlights pierced through the snowstorm as an electric vehicle slowly approached. Lu Wuwei stopped beside Zuo Qing and took off his helmet.
“How did you get here so quickly? Didn’t you take the unconscious Night Watchman back to the capital by plane?” Lu Wuwei asked in confusion.
“Upon sensing the invasion of the outer gods, I jumped from the plane and flew over,” Zuo Qing replied, reaching down to pull the Wind God out of the snow. Xiu’s body was completely stiff, like a statue, unmoving.
“Oh… what happened to him?”
“Not sure. It seems someone intervened and halted the process of his body reforming.” Zuo Qing looked around but found no suspicious figures. “Strange… Is there anyone in the Great Xia who can achieve this?”
“I think this isn’t the time to discuss that.”
Lu Wuwei pointed to the distant towering figure that was smashing the two Nine Pillar Gods into the ground, “What kind of monster is that, smashing the heads of the two Nine Pillar Gods?”
Zuo Qing glanced over and calmly replied, “That’s the Black King.”
“Black King? What is the Black King?”
“… I can’t explain it clearly right now.” Zuo Qing temporarily set down the body of Wind God Xiu. “Those two Nine Pillar Gods are on the brink of death. We need to find an opportunity to control them, and then wait for the Queen Mother to act and seal the Black King away.”
Zuo Qing looked at the towering figure, which had only three chains left, and sighed deeply. “In the current Great Xia, only the Queen Mother can suppress it.”
“Is it that strong?”
“It has completely lost control. Do you see those last three chains on it? If those chains break, and the ‘prison’ is completely destroyed, it might never be contained again.”
“It sounds like the situation is urgent.” Lu Wuwei glanced at the distant West Queen Mother, who was engaged in battle with the Eight Yuan Gods. “But isn’t the Queen Mother dealing with those Eight Yuan Gods?”
“Someone will come to take over.” Zuo Qing looked up at the distance. “If we calculate the time, they should be arriving soon…”
……
Boom—!!
Surging divine power surged through the air as the West Queen Mother held the Kunlun Mirror, coldly gazing at the three battered Eight Yuan Gods before her, her icy expression revealing a chilling killing intent.
Not far away, on a cliff of a mountain, the body of an Eight Yuan God was gradually being burned to ashes under blue flames.
Having witnessed one Eight Yuan God being killed, the remaining three gods frowned tightly. They glanced into the distance and saw that the Nine Pillar Gods still hadn’t destroyed the national monument, their faces showing signs of anxiety.
“What are they doing…”
The West Queen Mother snorted coldly, just as several thunderous booms echoed from the horizon.
Several streaks of light flew in from the west at an astonishing speed, landing around the three Eight Yuan Gods. One silver streak circled in the air for a moment before heading straight for the national monument.
Around the three Eight Yuan Gods, figures of Great Xia gods began to take shape. A young man with black hair and red clothing, wielding a fire spear and standing on a wind and fire wheel, led six or seven Great Xia gods to completely surround the airborne Eight Yuan Gods.
Seeing this, the three Eight Yuan Gods’ expressions changed drastically. Just as they were about to fight their way out, a raging fire erupted from the void, forming a fire circle that forced them back.
“Nezha arrives late, please forgive me, Your Majesty!”
Outside the fire circle, Nezha freed his hands and bowed to the West Queen Mother.
Seeing the reinforcements arrive, the West Queen Mother’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. Her gaze fell on the completely out-of-control towering figure, her eyes narrowing.
Without even glancing at the three Eight Yuan Gods, the West Queen Mother flew straight toward the towering figure,Slightly opening one’s mouth:
“Kill them all.”
“Yes.”
As the West Queen Mother’s figure vanished from sight, Nezha gripped the fire spear and turned to coldly stare at the three Eight Yuan Gods, whose faces had turned ashen.
“Like to run, huh? Like to steal, huh?” Flames of fury ignited in Nezha’s eyes. “I hate… you bunch of thieving dogs the most!”
The crimson sea of fire instantly dyed the dim sky into a blood-red haze.
