Chapter 1413
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Chapter 1413 Holding the Line
In the wake of [Spiritual Medium], several streaks of light cut across the sky, rushing toward this place!
“Yang Jian!!”
A young man wearing a red hoodie, riding on wind-fire wheels, fixed his gaze on the blood-colored figure in the clouds above, who was being frantically surrounded and attacked by the gods of the Heavenly Temple. His pupils suddenly contracted.
He let out a low growl, and a golden divine ring shot out from his wrist!
The Qiankun Ring soared into the clouds, forcibly dispersing the intertwined divine lights. The red figure, wielding a fire-tipped spear, howled as he charged toward the Indian gods who were besieging Yang Jian!
“Damn monkey! If you’re any slower, he’ll be dead!!” Nezha shouted at the void behind him.
The moment his words fell, hundreds of kilometers away from Chennan Pass, a brilliant golden light rapidly extended from the edge of the clouds. Moments later, the outline of an absurdly large golden cudgel broke through the mist with tremendous force, smashing straight toward the Indian gods near the “Void Gate”!
Unlike Nezha, who was stationed at the neighboring [Prajña Pass], Sun Wukong had flown all the way from the war pass on the northwestern side of Great Xia at full speed on his cloud somersault. With the almost abnormal speed of his cloud, he arrived almost simultaneously with Nezha, who was closest in distance.
Even though his figure was still hundreds of kilometers away, this strike of his cudgel had already reached the faces of the Indian gods!
The golden cudgel was simply too large, and the divine might swirling around it forcibly drove back several major Indian gods. As their forms instinctively retreated to both sides, in this brief interval, a red figure riding fire wheels streaked across the sky. The Mix-Heaven Silk shot out, instantly binding a blood-soaked figure and flying away!
“Yang Jian! Are you alright? Yang Jian!!” Nezha shouted anxiously, holding the figure in his arms.
Under the siege of the Indian gods, Yang Jian’s silver armor had already shattered to pieces, his body riddled with wounds, completely transformed into a figure of blood. Even his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade had broken in half.
On his chest, Little Black Lai, who had reverted to his original form, was covered in wounds, trying to use his own body to plug Yang Jian’s continuously bleeding wounds, wheezing like a broken bellows.
Nezha checked Yang Jian’s breath, which had grown extremely faint.
“Monkey! He’s almost gone!” Nezha shouted, turning his head.
Sun Wukong arrived quickly on his cloud somersault, his golden eyes scanning Yang Jian’s body, his face extremely grim.
Yang Jian’s injuries were indeed too severe, but in this situation, there was no one who could heal him, unless they abandoned Chennan Pass and immediately took him back to the Heavenly Palace on the cloud somersault… but that was simply unrealistic!
“Yang Jian! If you’re still the mighty Erlang God, then hang in there!!” Sun Wukong roared like thunder in the ear of the barely conscious Yang Jian. “Great Xia hasn’t won yet, this war has just begun! Are you going to desert now?! How devastated would Lin Qiye be if he knew you died in battle?!
That kid now has only you as family!!”
As Sun Wukong’s words fell, Yang Jian’s increasingly unfocused eyes slightly contracted, and his breath, which had nearly ceased, barely maintained its last thread.
“Go find a place to settle him first!” Sun Wukong said to Nezha, turning his head. In those brilliant golden eyes rose an unprecedented fury. “I’m going to meet these beasts!”
Before Nezha could say more, Sun Wukong, gripping his golden cudgel, instantly vanished from the spot.
The next moment, a violent giant ape manifestation erupted before the Indian gods in the sky above!
Nezha gritted his teeth and carried the dying Yang Jian toward Chennan Pass. Streaks of light continuously flew in from the horizon, rapidly converging on the front line.
Guangcheng Zi, Tayi Zhenren, Fengdu Emperor… the gods of Great Xia had set out toward this place as soon as the “Void Gate” began to be constructed. But due to the varying distances between the war passes, their arrival times also differed. These were already the Great Xia gods closest to Chennan Pass, while those further away were still en route.
With just this number of Great Xia gods, defeating the Heavenly Temple was impossible; they could only try to buy time…
Just as Nezha was anxiously looking for a place to settle Yang Jian, a carriage came weaving through the mountain peaks. A crisp bell sound rang out, quickly attracting Nezha’s attention.
“It’s him…” Nezha’s eyes lit up.
“Hand him over to me.” Master Chen opened the carriage door and spoke solemnly. “Although I’m not skilled in combat, I can keep him safe…”
“Good!” Without any hesitation, Nezha directly passed Yang Jian into Master Chen’s carriage, then turned and rushed toward the battlefield!
Watching Nezha’s figure gradually disappear, Master Chen sighed. The carriage door closed automatically, and the carriage passed through the mountains like a ghost, vanishing without a trace.
Meanwhile,
In front of Chennan Pass.
Roaring divine beasts frantically crashed against the silver pillars. Fire and frost covered the ground like a pair of violent giant hands trying to tear apart the lightning wall formed by the intertwining silver pillars.
Seven figures draped in black cloaks fluttered like butterflies among the beast horde. A ferocious giant claw tore through space, instantly slicing off most of one person’s body, yet not a drop of blood splattered. As if completely unaware of pain, he thrust a flaming long sword into the back of the beast’s claw!
Bo Li’s realm was already approaching the human ceiling, and after activating the “Ghost God Summoning,” his own strength didn’t increase much. But strangely, the realms of the other six members were rising at an astonishing rate.
Bo Li’s realm hadn’t grown much, but the combat power of the entire [Spiritual Medium] squad had doubled!
Traces of blood seeped from Bo Li’s pale lips. His deep eyes precisely sought gaps in the surrounding attacks. The seven-person squad dispersed and regrouped with amazing tacit understanding, like an absolutely precise machine, navigating dangerously through the beast horde.
Their presence instantly attracted the attention of most of the divine beasts.
From the beginning, Bo Li had no intention of directly confronting the beast horde. Even with “Ghost God Summoning” activated, facing three to four divine beasts simultaneously was already [Spiritual Medium]’s limit… but now they faced more than ten times that number.
All he could do was continuously draw the attention of these divine beasts, then use the seven lightning pillar artifacts to trap the remaining beasts, buying time for other Great Xia gods and human ceiling experts to arrive!
Facts proved his decision was correct.
These divine beasts, capable of leveling the entire Chennan Pass, were forcibly held in place by them. And because they attracted most of the firepower, the casualties among the ordinary Night Watchers and Great Xia military forces who arrived later were significantly reduced.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
As time passed, Bo Li’s face grew increasingly pale, and the speed of the other six black-cloaked figures gradually slowed.
Boom—!!
A ferocious tail smashed into the ground, the shockwave sending their forms flying. A divine beast as tall as a mountain turned its body and let out a thunderous roar at these few ants.
A massive beast claw came crashing down, but at that moment, a green light descended from the sky, forcibly severing the claw in mid-air!
“Commander Zuo…” Seeing the arrival, Bo Li’s lips curled into a bitter smile.
