Chapter 1519
Falling into a disadvantageous position, each hunting their own game
Chapter 1519 Falling into a disadvantageous position, each hunting their own game
Typhon's offensive grew increasingly ferocious, with the storm energy within his body surging forth like boiling magma. The phantom of the Storm Titan behind him also became more solid, its empty eyes flashing with bloodlust.
I'm going to kill you! I'm going to tear you to pieces!
Typhon roared, and his Storm Spear slashed at Yinglong like a torrential rain.
Yinglong remained calm and composed, his spear wielding even faster. Golden and blue dragon god energy flowed around him like water, deflecting Typhon's attacks. His figure was as light and agile as a willow catkin in the wind, navigating the storm of attacks with ease.
"Storm's Bite!"
Seeing that he could not break through after a long siege, Typhon's violent temper finally erupted. Dark blue-green energy surged from the ground like countless venomous snakes, coiling around Yinglong.
At the same time, the phantom of the Storm Titan behind him roared and pounced out, its massive form accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air, slamming fiercely towards Yinglong.
"The dragon soars through the nine heavens, and all things return to their origin."
A glint of light flashed in Yinglong's eyes, and he shouted softly. The golden-blue dragon god aura on his body surged instantly, and the golden dragon phantom behind him let out a deafening roar. The dragon body stretched out suddenly and rushed towards the Storm Titan phantom.
The golden dragon and the Titan collided again in mid-air. This time, the collision was even more violent than before. The two extreme forces erupted instantly, forming a huge energy shockwave that spread outwards.
The soldiers on the city wall were knocked to the ground by the shockwave, bleeding from their ears and noses. Even the fighting in the distant streets and alleys temporarily stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on this earth-shattering duel.
Yinglong's body was jolted backward by the shockwave, and a barely perceptible trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he held the spear firmly in his hand.
Typhon on the other side wasn't in much better shape. He was thrown backward by the shockwave and crashed heavily into the crenellations of the city wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood and turning as pale as paper.
Both of them were slightly injured, but their attacks became even more ferocious. However, it was clear that Typhon's storm aura, though still fierce, was showing signs of weakness, and his breathing was becoming increasingly heavy. The fluidity between his moves was also much worse than before.
On the other hand, Yinglong's Dragon God Qi was still flowing continuously, but his face was slightly pale, obviously the intense battle had also consumed a lot of his Qi.
The chaotic battlefield, where Yinglong and Typhon's qi clashed like thunder on the city wall, with layers of golden-blue and cyan-black energy waves exploding, provided perfect cover for the other two figures to make their moves.
The old ancestor Hongyun clutched the wound on his shoulder. The bloodstains on his red robe blew in the wind, making them look like blooming red plum blossoms. His weathered eyes swept across the battlefield, finally settling on two particularly conspicuous alien figures, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Since the main course is being served, I will prepare some appetizers."
The Taoist priest Duobao, standing to the side, also breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand to wipe the dust off his face. Although his moon-white Taoist robe was stained with blood, it did not diminish the sharpness beneath his honest and simple demeanor.
He followed the gaze of the Red Cloud Ancestor and happened to catch a glimpse of Si Hanfei, who had just fled at top speed, crouching low and sliding down the city wall through a gap. The black aura on his silver-white armor was still trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he had been terrified by Yinglong's imposing presence.
Daoist Duobao grinned, flicked his whisk, and the whisk, which was mostly broken, instantly straightened, gleaming with golden light like steel needles.
"Let me, this humble Taoist priest, deliver that fish that slipped through the net!" Before the words were even finished, the two had already split up and moved, their figures like two streaks of light, one red and one white, drawing two clean arcs across the chaotic city walls as they each rushed toward their targets.
The Red Cloud Ancestor's target is the two most powerful generals in the Mongol army, second only to Typhon—Hydra and Cerberus.
These two Typhon brothers now possess formidable combat power at the level of war gods, and countless cities in the Central Plains have been destroyed by them during the Mongol invasion of the south.
Hydra was extremely strange-looking, with a towering figure like an iron tower. His armor was covered with fine, bluish-black scales, from which a faint poisonous mist seeped out, making people dizzy. At that moment, he was commanding a team of elite Mongol troops, attempting to expand their gains through a breach in the city wall.
Cerberus, on the other hand, was quite different. His armor featured three ferocious dog heads on his chest and shoulders, each head baring its teeth, and the mane on his neck stood up like steel needles.
His hands gripped a pair of enormous black iron hammers, each the size of a millstone, engraved with the patterns of ferocious beasts of the grasslands. When he swung them, they created a whistling sound, and each strike could create a large crater in the city bricks. Many soldiers even suffered internal organ rupture from the hammer's force, dying a gruesome death.
At this moment, he and Hydra stood on the left and right, like two ferocious beasts, fiercely guarding the breach in the city wall and repeatedly thwarting the Night Fury's counterattacks.
"Two vile beasts, how dare they run rampant in the Central Plains!"
The voice of the Old Ancestor Hongyun was as loud as a bell. His figure swayed, his red robe fluttered, and a faint aura of internal energy surged around him.
Hydra and Cerberus turned their heads at the same time, locking onto the Red Cloud Ancestor with fierceness and disdain in their eyes. In their view, this was just an injured old man who couldn't even withstand a few moves from Lord Typhon, yet dared to offer himself up.
Hydra launched the first attack, his hydra halberd gleaming with a cold light, and the poisonous mist around him spreading with the swing of the halberd, attempting to trap and kill the Red Cloud Ancestor in the poisonous mist.
Cerberus let out a deafening roar, gripped his heavy hammer tightly, and smashed it down at the feet of the Red Cloud Ancestor, clearly intending to smash the old man into a pulp.
Despite being attacked from both sides, Ancestor Hongyun remained calm and composed. He gently raised his hand, and his inner energy instantly shifted, unleashing a burst of intense heat—the summer heat from the "Four Seasons Reincarnation Technique."
A blazing flame erupted from his palm. The flame was not the usual crimson, but an orange-red like molten gold. As soon as it appeared, it evaporated the surrounding poisonous mist, and a burnt smell filled the air.
"Summer's blazing heat will burn away all demonic energy!"
With a soft shout, the flames in his palm suddenly surged, transforming into a massive wall of fire that rushed towards Hydra's hydra halberd.
The moment the halberd touched the wall of fire, the poisonous mist on it was instantly ignited, and even the shaft of the halberd was burned red-hot. Hydra felt a burning pain in his arm, as if he was holding not a weapon or a knife, but a red-hot iron. He couldn't help but let out a scream and hurriedly tried to suppress the flames by activating his internal energy. However, the flames were like a malignant sore that they continued to spread along the halberd and even showed a faint tendency to burn his armor.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Daoist Duobao had already set his sights on the fleeing Sihanfei. This Mongol general had long lost his previous arrogance. His silver-white armor was covered in dust and bloodstains, and the steel spear in his hand trembled slightly. The black internal energy behind him fluctuated from time to time like a frightened bird, clearly terrified by the absolute strength Yinglong had just displayed.
Si Hanfei stumbled along, using the city wall as cover, trying to slip down the horse path below the wall to find his warhorse. But just as he reached the entrance of the horse path, a sharp whooshing sound came from behind him, and a powerful sword intent instantly locked onto him.
(End of this chapter)