bookrandom Chapter 368 Something's not right; it smells like a conspiracy.
Chapter 368 Something's not right; it smells like a conspiracy.
If there were no problems, he wouldn't have looked towards the watchtower.
He was seeking Yue Xingtian's opinion.
A figure leaped out from behind the watchtower, jumped over the city wall, and clung to it.
This was very dangerous. The city walls were covered with attack restrictions, and climbing up carelessly could easily result in being blown to pieces by the restrictions, but Yue Xingtian still did it.
Zhong Ming nodded and pointed into the distance, "The houses over there look more intact. Why don't you go and ask them?"
"Yes, sir."
The two men carried the child away, and Yue Xingtian walked along the city wall, moving almost parallel to them.
Zhong Ming secretly sighed in regret, mainly because there was no leverage against him.
He suspected that this was someone from the rebel side who had led their family members to escape.
A short while passed. Those people used the dilapidated houses as their camp, hiding inside and not daring to make a sound. The soldiers on the city wall could only occasionally see some figures through the broken windows.
"I'll go down and take a look," Zhong Ming suddenly said.
"Idol, what's wrong? Did you find a problem? Just open fire and blow them up, no need to take the risk."
Zhong Ming raised his hand to stop him from continuing, and simply said quietly, "Be careful in a moment."
He jumped off the city wall because he smelled a somewhat familiar scent.
There was a metallic smell, with a pungent, irritating odor. The gas drifting from the distant smoke-filled area was likely the culprit, but Zhong Ming still needed to investigate.
He tucked the late spring chill behind his back and wore the twin swords at the most suitable position on his waist. In indoor combat, long weapons were not easy to wield, and since this was a dilapidated warehouse, it would be too dangerous to swing them around.
His footsteps were extremely light, almost undetectable under the cover of thunder rumbling from the broken barrier. A cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining couldn't be easily discovered, no matter how hard he tried to hide himself.
Zhong Ming stuck the bell to the wall and waited patiently.
A flash of lightning appeared in the distance, and he suddenly leaped up, landing on the rooftop almost simultaneously with the rolling thunder, perfectly concealing his movements.
The top of the warehouse was also badly damaged; it was the work of that blood-red figure from earlier.
He peered quietly through the hole in the roof and saw one person glance out the window before crouching down against the wall, fiddling with something. The others had vanished without a trace, probably hiding in the pile of debris behind them.
After walking a few more steps and changing the angle, I realized that those people seemed to be building a castle with miscellaneous items...
Some broken boxes and scattered pieces of cloth were collected, and several men used them to build a space, leaving only a small observation hole to look outside. It seemed that they really wanted to hide themselves.
Just when Zhong Ming thought there was no problem, he suddenly caught something out of the corner of his eye.
A familiar luster, as if... it were a thick metal tube.
No, it looks like a cannon.
A bold idea popped into Zhong Ming's mind. Looking at the man squatting in the corner, didn't he look like he was sticking explosive tags on the wall?
As soon as the explosive talisman detonated, the cannons roared, directly collapsing the city wall. Everyone rushed out with all their might. As long as they got out and jumped off the cliff, the countless anti-flight restrictions would prevent the city's defensive cultivators from pursuing them. As long as they clung to the rock wall, they could find a way out.
Once the thought appeared, it wouldn't leave him. He pinched himself hard. Could such a small cannon really shatter the heavily reinforced city wall?
Well, bombarding from the inside out, no one can guarantee that.
Zhong Ming decided to assess the situation further.
Suddenly, he saw someone take out an array plate. There was no doubt that it was an array plate, an octagonal array plate with flowing spiritual energy.
The man passed the array plate into the "fortress" through the small opening. Zhong Ming acted decisively, smashing the broken roof with a punch and leaping down from above.
Without hesitation, the person below flashed his hand, grabbed a whisk, and swung it at Zhong Ming, instantly raising a cloud of shimmering tiny particles.
Zhong Ming activated his mask midway down the fall, allowing the particles to land on him with peace of mind.
"disease!"
The man shouted, and a bright, glittering "cloud" of particles appeared before his eyes.
A powerful explosion swept through the warehouse, but the light from the dilapidated little "fortress" shielded it from the blast.
Zhong Ming couldn't see anything in front of him, so he stretched out one hand and pressed his palm forward, shouting "Extreme Flood Turbulence!"
He shouted, and after his special training in He Guang's wine cellar, he didn't even need to look at the target in front of him to hit it accurately. Several streams of water rushed towards the small opening of the fortress.
A sickening sound appeared, like two iron doors being twisted and pressed together under immense pressure. The cracking sound was eerie, possessing a rhythm that was exactly one beat slower than a bell chiming and a heartbeat, making it extremely unpleasant to listen to.
After the floodwaters surged forth, Zhong Ming disregarded everything else, drew his sword and slashed horizontally, only to hear a voice from the corner of the wall: "My lord, run!"
Then came the sound of the entire warehouse collapsing.
Zhong Ming barely opened his eyes. The things falling from the roof posed no threat to him, but the sluggish feeling he experienced made him uncomfortable. The debris still slowed him down, even if only for a moment.
A powerful force rushed towards him, and the spiritual power of the Divine Light Armor was consumed at an extremely fast rate. After three breaths, he felt exhausted in his dantian.
Zhong Ming suddenly leaped up, escaping the flashing, explosive cloud of mist, and returned to the height of the rooftop, where there was no longer anything there.
Several people blushed and their bodies swelled up several times over. He had seen this before, it seemed to be during his first adventure in the secret realm, when the bat immortal who controlled beasts gave the wild beasts a berserk pill.
After those people ate it, they unleashed tremendous combat power. Zhong Ming had to admit that he had misjudged them; they were not four early-stage Qi Refining cultivators, but four mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators.
The person carrying the child is not an important figure at all; they are merely bait to lure away their strength.
One of the people below suddenly unleashed terrifying speed; it turned out to be a Foundation Establishment cultivator in a strange state.
The man moved with lightning speed, rushing up the city wall, just a few steps away from jumping over.
A shell fell mercilessly from the watchtower, blasting him back.
He began coughing up blood in mid-air, but his resolute expression and determined eyes suggested he had the ambition to move mountains and fill seas.
"Stop him!"
"Blow him up!"
"My lord, run!"
A jumble of shouts mingled together. Zhong Ming gritted his teeth, slammed his sword into his back, and was thrown back. The mother and child swords changed their angle with the impact, and the sword light fell straight down, colliding head-on with the death attack of the assassins below.
"Water Mirror Fence".
Zhong Ming silently chanted, and six water mirrors materialized out of thin air, forming a cube that trapped the enemy inside.