Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2677 Relay
A distant, powerful aura of thunder magic emanated from afar.

Ji Jiashu raised his head, his heart pounding.

Even if they are thousands of miles apart, top-tier lightning magic users can still sense each other.

Yelü Hua had been the King of Northern Wei for less than a year, and many people had become accustomed to him being a king who lived in the deep palace, forgetting that he was also a top-notch thunder magic user.

Of course, the fact that they could hear each other's voices at this moment was thanks to the help of the Mountain Spirit and Ying Baoyue.

"Guanghua, what do you want me to do?"

Ji Jiashu gripped the Spring Thunder Sword at his waist.

“My thunder magic can’t reach that far; it can only reach you at most,” Yelü Hua said, standing atop the city tower, gazing intently at the swirling clouds in the north. “The Spring Thunder Sword is with you. I need your help to transmit my thunder magic to Ashi.”

Only Ji Jiashu, the master of the Spring Thunder Sword who has already broken through to the Heavenly Rank, can help him accomplish this task.

This will be an unprecedented relay race between thunder mages.

Is that even possible?

Ji Jiashu's eyes widened. He understood what Yelü Hua meant, but he had never done such a thing before, nor had he ever cooperated with Yelü Hua on the battlefield.

At such a critical juncture, what if something goes wrong...

"Chunhua-kun!"

Hearing Yelü Hua's urgent calls, Ji Jiashu's Dao heart was thrown into chaos. Just as his mind wavered, Ying Baoyue grasped his other hand.

“I’ll help you,” Ying Baoyue said firmly, looking at him. “You just need to focus on receiving Guanghua Jun’s thunder magic.”

"I'll make up for what you can't do."

Ji Jiashu's Dao heart calmed down. He grasped Ying Baoyue's hand in return and nodded, "Okay."

"Guanghua-kun, let's begin."

Tengshe looked at the young boy and girl in front of him and sighed, "You bunch of lunatics."

These young people have such crazy ideas, one after another.

But it's not just this group of young people who are going crazy.

Yelü Hua raised his sword and began to summon heavenly thunder.

A faint rumble of thunder came from afar, growing louder and louder until it gradually weakened as it approached Ying Baoyue and Ji Jiashu's location, indicating that the sound was about to fade away.

Just as Yelü Hua's thunder magic was about to dissipate due to its inability to break through such a long distance, the thunder in the clouds roared again in the next moment.

Tengshe raised its head and vaguely saw a familiar, huge tortoise shadow deep in the thick thunderclouds in the distance.

"Xuanwu...you bastard..."

Even the Xuanwu God, who usually dislikes interfering in human affairs, has made a move.

Tengshe didn't think the young King of Northern Wei could persuade that old tortoise to come out of the mountains.

Then there is only one possibility: the Xuanwu God made the choice himself.

Yelü Hua's thunder magic drew closer and closer. Ji Jiashu held Ying Baoyue's hand with one hand and raised the Spring Thunder Sword with the other.

A sharp sword light shot up from the ground, piercing the clouds and merging into the thunderclouds. At that moment, the thunder grew even louder, and the flash of lightning illuminated half the sky.

Ying Baoyue closed her eyes tightly, feeling the surge of lightning magic emanating from the person beside her.

At this moment, her consciousness and Ji Jiashu's consciousness almost merged into one.

Ji Jiashu received Yelü Hua's all-out thunder magic and incorporated his own power, carrying this torrent of thunder magic surging northward.

The two lightning mages provided the power, and the task of controlling the accuracy of the attacks was then handed over to the two wind mages.

Ying Baoyue sensed the power of the mountain spirit within the thunderclouds. The mountain spirit had also fought with all its might in this battle, almost opening its third eye.

Besides the mountain spirit, she also sensed another aura within that wind magic.

Is that Zihan?

After becoming a disciple of the Mountain Spirit, Chen Zichu's younger brother, Chen Zihan, stayed in Xiling Snow Mountain. At this time, Chen Zihan's power was also incorporated into the Mountain Spirit's aura.

Chen Zihan also joined the rescue effort.

Everyone's strength came together, all for the sake of saving that girl. "Ashi!"

As her consciousness followed the wind, Ying Baoyue saw Meng Shi's eyes.

Meng Shi looked up, staring at the sky in astonishment.

"How could this be..."

"Ashi, close your eyes!"

The first bolt of lightning struck, hitting a dark figure and leaving only a charred mark.

The other four black figures who were still attacking Meng Shi were impacted and their movements faltered. But before they could adjust their positions, the second sword light had already arrived.

The second dark figure closest to Meng Shi was cleaved in two.

"What the hell?"

"How can lightning magic travel so far? Has the Xuanwu God attacked cultivators?"

In a dark room in Yanggao City, a man kicked over the chessboard in front of him.

Black jade chess pieces were scattered all over the ground, but the other person playing against him remained calm and composed.

"We've lost this round. Let's hurry up and get those three elders back."

Chunyu Ye twirled the chess piece between his fingers and said calmly.

"If they still have time to run."

As soon as they finished speaking, another soul lamp on the shelf behind them went out, leaving only two burning lamps on the shelf.

"Looks like there's no escaping it."

Chunyu Ye watched as the chess pieces turned into black mud and dripped from his fingertips, and sighed.

This is a complete and utter defeat.

"you……"

The person opposite him stood up in anger, about to roar.

With a whoosh, another soul lamp went out, leaving only one on the shelf.

The person in front of him was deathly pale and completely speechless.

Fortunately, the last lamp did not go out; the flame flickered a few times, then stabilized.

“Hmm, Elder Juqu escaped,” Chunyu Ye glanced back, “His lightness skill is indeed superb.”

With a clatter, the hidden door to the secret chamber rattled twice, and a cultivator covered in charred soot stumbled inside, stammering, "Third...Third Elder..."

The person in front of Chunyu Ye rushed to this man's side, shouting, "Juqu!"

However, although he managed to escape from the lightning spell, he was already at his last gasp. He struggled on the ground for a moment, then died with his eyes wide open.

"Elder Juqu!"

The man known as the "Third Elder" slumped down beside the corpse, his eyes glazed over.

“I already said it’s too dangerous to target Meng Shi,” Chunyu Ye said calmly as he walked to the man’s side. “We can’t touch the people around that girl.”

"Who said Ying Baoyue was no longer capable of shooting arrows that far?"

The Third Elder suddenly flew into a rage, lunging forward and grabbing Chunyu Ye's collar. "You clearly said that the Qin people didn't have time to save her!"

If Chunyu Ye hadn't anticipated that Ying Baoyue wouldn't be able to make a move, he wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to hunt down Meng Shi.

“It was too late,” Chunyu Ye said helplessly. “Who would have thought that it was the King of Northern Wei who made the move?”

None of those people were easy to deal with.

"Even the Xuanwu God has made a move, what can I do?"

"Aren't the Eight Beast Gods supposed to be forbidden from directly attacking cultivators?" the Third Elder shouted hoarsely. "Does that old bastard want to become an evil god?"

“He did not directly attack the cultivator,” Chunyu Ye squatted down to examine the wounds on the corpse on the ground. “These sword marks were indeed made by a thunder mage.”