Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 348: Fierce Battle at the Horizon

Perhaps because of the direction of the ghost beast army's attack, the number of caravans coming to Forgotten Township increased unexpectedly.

Therefore, starting from March 3th, the market became lively.

The bustling trading scene can't help but give people the illusion that life is peaceful.

However, everyone knows that this is just an appearance, or a rare and precious peaceful time.

The night is as dark as ink, dotted with stars, and a bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting a faint silver glow.

The market is brightly lit and filled with the sounds of hawkers. People are releasing the depression they have been holding for a long time. If there are women dancing, the atmosphere will be even better.

There were constant "drinking" sounds, the crisp clinking of glasses, and the aroma of wine and meat wafting in the air.

"Boom boom" Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the sky, breaking the enthusiasm.

The roar seemed to come from the beating of war drums on an ancient battlefield, stirring the sleeping earth.

Such a sound made the bustling market quiet down, and then the noise and people moved around.

People climbed to high places to look for the source of the sound, and some even jumped directly onto the roof of the bamboo shed, looking for the source of the sound and seeing the fierce battle hidden in the horizon.

The golden light and green fire collided, causing a deafening roar, as if doomsday was sounding.

Among the floating white clouds, Shang Liangshan, the old patriarch, Yifeng and Liu Yu watched the battle in the sky with shining eyes.

That was the fight between the Ghost Wolf and the White Tiger. Their roars and howls, the sound of energy collision, tore through the night sky like thunder.

The ghost wolf's howl was shrill and cold, like a vengeful spirit from the abyss, and every syllable was filled with endless malice and hunger.

There was a green light flickering in its eyes, as if it could see into the deepest part of people's hearts and awaken hidden fears.

The roar of the white tiger is solemn and powerful, like the roar of mountains and rivers, shocking to the heart.

Its body is as white as jade, its hair shines golden in the moonlight, and every roar demonstrates the majesty of a king.

In the hazy night, the golden tiger claws and the gray-green ghost claws collided in mid-air. Every collision burst out with dazzling light, like a meteor in the night sky, cutting through the darkness.

The tiger's claws were as sharp as blades, and every attack was as powerful as thunder, as if it could tear the void apart.

The ghost wolf claw is eerie and strange, and every time it is waved it brings with it gusts of cold wind, as if it can hook away souls.

The battle between the two was like a grand dance, demonstrating the ultimate power and speed in the night sky.

Every clash between the tiger claws and the ghost wolf claws was accompanied by a deafening sound of metal clashing, echoing in the silent night, making people hold their breath and stare.

"Why is the White Tiger fighting the Ghost Wolf?" the old patriarch said in surprise.

"It should be fight first and talk later." Yifeng guessed.

"Brother Feng means that the fight between White Tiger and Ghost Wolf is to set the rules of battle between the two sides." Liu Yu further guessed.

"That should be the case." Yifeng nodded.

"Liangshan, what do you think?" The old patriarch asked Shang Liangshan, who was watching the battle with lightning runes flashing in his eyes.

"The Great Elder's speculation is based on the premise that no one can kill anyone else."

"That's right. If you want to sit down and talk, you need to have equal strength." Yifeng nodded.

"Do you think Taoist Xuanzhen will also watch the battle in the clouds like us?" Liu Yu, who was watching the battle as if he were seeing flowers in the fog, looked around.

"Master Xuanzhen escorted Master Liu and the others back to the sect, and he should not have returned yet." Yifeng shook his head and said.

"He definitely hasn't returned. If he had, he would have come to drink with this old man long ago." The old patriarch nodded affirmatively.

"Master Xuanzhen went to the mainland to look for the trace of the little evil demon." Shang Liangshan gave the answer.

The "boom" of the duel that shook the night sky caused waves of sound to spread, ending the topic and making everyone focus on watching the battle.

The battle intensified; the howling of the ghost wolf and the roar of the white tiger intertwined to form a passionate war song.

The golden tiger claws, gray-green ghost wolf claws, and wolf wings kept colliding in the air.

Every contact sparked sparks and light, illuminating the surrounding darkness, making people panic and inexplicably excited.

The phantom thunderclouds finally stopped fifty miles away from the battlefield. Shang Liangshan and others sat cross-legged among the white clouds to watch the battle.

As the saying goes, the closer you are, the clearer you can see. What was shown in the video of the old patriarch and others was a ghost wolf with wings on its back stretching across the sky.

Its body was as big as a mountain, and every inch of its skin was burning with blazing gray-green ghost fire, as if it was a demon rising from the abyss of the netherworld, with the rage and anger to destroy everything.

Its wings spread, covering the sky and the sun. Every flap of its wings brought about a violent storm. Will-o'-the-wisp fire spread with the wind, dyeing the night sky an eerie green.

Opposite it is an equally huge white tiger, standing in the sky like another golden hill, radiating dazzling golden light all over its body, as dazzling as the sun.

Every strand of its hair seemed to be plated with gold, gleaming with an unquestionable kingly aura.

Its eyes were bright and emitted a firm light, as if they could see through all vanity and darkness.

The battle between the two was extremely fierce. The Ghost Wolf took advantage of its flying ability and swooped down from time to time. Its sharp claws carried the burning and toxicity of ghost fire, trying to tear through the White Tiger's defenses.

The white tiger, on the other hand, had amazing strength and agility. Each leap was as steady as a mountain. It swung its golden tiger claws with the force of thunder and collided head-on with the ghost wolf's attacks.

In the sky, the ghost wolf's gray-green will-o'-the-wisp fire and the white tiger's golden light intertwined, forming a strange and spectacular picture.

The will-o'-the-wisp fire and the golden light corroded each other. Every collision stirred up ripples of energy, shaking the surrounding space.

The aftermath of the battle caused the earth to tremble, trees were uprooted, rivers surged, and the whole world was trembling with fear over this confrontation.

The sound of swallowing saliva "gulp" sounded unconsciously, expressing the owner's shock.

Just as the old patriarch and others were staring in fascination.

On the top of a mountain in the distance, there was a ghost bear with an astonishing aura, two horns on its head, four arms, and about two meters tall. It was staring at them, ready to make a move.

"You want to fight with me!" This was the message from Shang Liangshan.

Upon hearing this, the ghost bear's eyes glowed bloody red, but soon disappeared. He did not respond, but looked towards the northwest at a bright red bird on the crown of a towering tree.

This bright red bird is a descendant of the Vermilion Bird. It holds its head high and its eyes reveal an inviolable majesty.

Its beak is sharp and powerful, as if it can easily tear apart any obstacles.

Its tail is long and gorgeous, and its tail feathers are like flowing flames, swaying with its movements. Every swing seems to draw an exquisite picture in the air.

When Suzaku felt Shang Liangshan's gaze, it actually grinned at him with its bright red beak, which made the latter stunned.