The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

Chapter 2194 A Terrifying Being from the Abyss

Who doesn't know that it's better to concentrate superior forces than to disperse them?

Dispersing troops is tantamount to suicide, the so-called "split-the-butter" tactic. Deploying troops in batches on the battlefield will not only fail to make a splash, but will also embolden the enemy!

But now that we're facing a colossal being with terrifying strength capable of crushing everything, the so-called concentration of superior forces is a joke! It's nothing more than banding together to their deaths!

The only difference between sending people to their deaths in batches and sending them to their deaths in a concentrated manner is whether they die sooner or later.

Feng Jiuxiao said, "Have you ever considered that if Yinglong had the ability to wipe out those people in one fell swoop, would it give up the attack?"

Zeng Yong said, "No way! Two tigers can share one mountain! The fact that it allows these external threats to exist means that it is most likely exhausted and needs to recover and recuperate! It is very likely that it is conserving its energy now! Once it recovers its strength, it will definitely continue to attack!"

Pang Shiwu said, "But once it leaves the island to attack, it will face attacks from the left flank, right flank, and rear!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "The fact that it dares to attack shows that it has enough confidence! Its speed is too fast! Within a radius of a hundred feet, no one can outrun it!"

Pang Shiwu said, "Brother, you can't do it either? Isn't your Shrinking Earth to an Inch faster than his?"

Feng Jiuxiao neither admitted nor denied it.

Everyone immediately understood. Not denying it usually means tacit agreement.

Pang Shiwu said, "Brother, what do we do now? Should we flank them?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "No! If we go up now, won't we just be doing someone else's work for them?"

Looking at the martial arts heroes about two hundred feet to the south, Pang Shiwu suddenly understood! His elder brother wanted to borrow… heh…

"So, shall we just stay here and wait and see?"

"Not bad!"

Yan Qi was secretly terrified!

Some people say that Feng Jiuxiao's actions are both righteous and wicked, and he even has the nickname "Little Demon Lord." He didn't believe it, but now it seems that he was naive! Feng Jiuxiao is definitely not as amiable as he looks!

Old Mo was also startled!
Is this a case of using someone else to do the dirty work?
The thought of those four bloody, chilling words made it impossible for him to remain calm!

The opinions of Feng Jiuxiao in the martial arts world are very complex. Some say he is righteous and awe-inspiring because he knew he would die but still went to the Demon Capital to fight the Demon Lord to the death. This courage is invaluable and surpasses countless so-called heroes!
Some say he's a fame-seeker and a hypocrite! Because of his ambiguous relationship with the Demonic Sect, he's nicknamed "Little Demon Lord," and it's rumored the Demon Lord intends for him to succeed as the sect's leader! Furthermore, his relationship with the Demonic Sect's enchantress, Xiong Mengyan, is ambiguous; they've traveled the martial world together more than once! What normal, righteous martial artist would be involved with a Demonic Sect enchantress? Everyone avoids them like the plague, but he...

Some say Feng Jiuxiao is ruthless! His arrows never miss! It's said he's killed at least eight or ten thousand people! He's practically a "modern-day butcher"!
But I always felt that Feng Jiuxiao was a chivalrous and righteous person!
At least I've never heard of him having any "bad deeds"! He has never bullied the weak, never robbed men or women, never forced anyone to buy or sell, never robbed or murdered anyone; there are no rumors of him being associated with evil people.

There are only vague rumors and baseless, obviously false gossip about the successor of the demonic sect!

Old Mo would rather be beaten to death than believe that Feng Jiuxiao will become the next leader of the Demonic Sect!

He believed that Feng Jiuxiao was definitely a "good person" and knew that Feng Jiuxiao was not a person who would stick to the rules.

But he really didn't expect that Feng Jiuxiao was truly ruthless!

He could sense Feng Jiuxiao's indifference!
So many martial arts masters were worthless in Feng Jiuxiao's eyes at this moment!
He suddenly recalled the time when Feng Jiuxiao first arrived at Qinghai Lake, and how the martial arts heroes had subtly avoided his gaze! At the time, he hadn't given it much thought; he simply assumed it was the inevitable effect of Feng Jiuxiao's powerful aura! No one dared to look directly at Feng Jiuxiao, including himself!
But now Lao Mo recalled the coldness in Feng Jiuxiao's eyes as he swept over the crowd! It was a kind of indifference, and also a kind of disdain!
Old Mo suddenly realized that something must have happened between those people and the white-clad youth in front of him that he didn't know about.

Feng Jiuxiao's disdain and the heroes' avoidance all indicate that those people seem to have done something to betray Feng Jiuxiao!
In that instant, it seemed like I had an epiphany!
There is never love without a reason in this world, nor is there ever hatred without a reason!
Perhaps it wasn't that Feng Jiuxiao was too ruthless, but rather that those people went too far!

Bigwolf said, "But those people seemed to want to wait and see."

Zeng Yong laughed and said, "Then let's all rely on each other and see who can out-rely on whom!"

Chang Zijin said, "You just said that Yinglong is not afraid of being lured away from the mountain, and that it is not afraid even if everyone surrounds it from all sides at the same time because its speed and strength are overwhelming. So why hasn't it made a move yet?"

Everyone was stunned.

Zeng Yong frowned and said, "That means it's exhausted and needs to rest!"

Wang Sheng, who had just come over, said, "But it doesn't look exhausted!"

Zeng Yong didn't refute it; he was actually somewhat doubtful himself. Judging from Yinglong's swift retreat back to the island, based on his keen observation, Yinglong still had at least half its strength left! It could still unleash destructive power within a few dozen breaths!
It can kill countless people in a few breaths, let alone dozens of breaths.
Duanmu Yan asked, "Then what exactly is the reason that it's taking a break at halftime?"

Pang Shiwu looked at Feng Jiuxiao, "Big brother, what's going on?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "If it's not a matter of insufficient stamina, then we're back to the original problem. It's afraid of being lured away from the mountain!"

Pang Shiwu asked, somewhat puzzled, "Didn't you just say that you weren't afraid of being lured away from your mountain?"

Chang Zijin also said, "Yes, didn't you say that its speed and strength absolutely crush everyone else? What's so scary about it?"

Feng Jiuxiao stared at the layer of white snow on the lake surface and said leisurely, "It's not these ants that it fears! What it's worried about is probably another monster with astonishing killing power!"

Pang Shiwu was shocked: "Besides that giant python, there are other powerful monsters in the water? Impossible, right? You've already shot down most of the piranhas in the water, and the giant python has also slaughtered most of the water snakes. The giant python was killed by Yinglong. It's impossible for any other powerful creature to appear, right? Isn't it said that two tigers cannot share one mountain? Is there something more powerful than the giant python in this water?"

Feng Jiuxiao closed his eyes slightly, lost in thought. After a moment, he opened his eyes wide, "Yes! There's something even more terrifying!" The vortex in the ice cave created by the giant python continued to spin, the turbid blood and dark green snake blood intertwined and surged, like a filthy well leading to the deepest hell.

The lingering malevolent energy from the earth-shattering battle between Yinglong and the giant python had not yet dissipated, and the shattered ice surface was bitterly cold.

The martial arts heroes who had survived by sheer luck kept their distance, cowering and trembling like frozen quails, even breathing cautiously, lest they disturb the demon god who had transformed the mountaintop back into a bronze fortress!

dong... dong... dong...

A dull thud! Not from sound, but from the depths of the ice beneath our feet!
Like a giant heart that has been sealed away for millions of years, awakened by the bloodshed and slaughter of the outside world in the thick silt and cold lake water, it is slowly and heavily beating again!

Each pulsation caused a strange, teeth-grinding tremor in the vast ice field beneath our feet!

The ice shards and frozen blood clots on the ice surface jumped around like ants on a hot pan!
A cold, viscous pressure, as if it had accumulated countless years of silt and the aura of death, silently spread from the center of that huge vortex!
This oppressive aura was deeper than the giant python's chilling power, more ancient than the Yinglong's ferocity, and carried a savage, primal, and pure desire to devour!

It doesn't deliberately emit anything; its mere existence is enough to freeze the souls of all living beings within a radius of several miles!
"Uh..." Several of the weaker fighters turned pale and purple in an instant, clutching their throats tightly with both hands, as if they were being choked by an invisible, cold giant hand. The feeling of suffocation and the deep-seated fear made their eyes bulge out, and they almost fainted.

Rumble!!!
A sudden, muffled, heart-stopping roar came from the ice below!
It was as if an ancient giant god was swinging a giant hammer at the bottom of the lake, smashing it hard against the foundation of the ice cap!
The ice around Haixin Mountain suddenly arched upwards! Huge cracks spread like a spider web to the horizon in an instant, and the bottomless, dark lake water shimmered with a deathly luster beneath the cracked ice!
Countless huge blocks of ice were hurled into the air by this terrifying force, and then crashed down like hailstones!
The whirlpool in the ice cave suddenly expanded tenfold! It was no longer just blood churning; the entire lakebed seemed to be rising upwards!

The turbulent waves are towering!

A massive, breathtaking silhouette suddenly appeared amidst the murky water and shattered ice floes!

That wasn't a snake! Not even any known monster that had left its mark on legend!

The first thing to emerge from the water was several tentacles that looked like towering pillars!
The color is a deep gray that is so dark it is almost black, yet it also has a faint, cold, hard luster like deep-sea iron!
Each tentacle was thicker than a bucket and its length was impossible to estimate. The very tip of the tentacle that was visible on the surface of the water was several meters long!

The surface of the tentacles is not smooth, but covered with a thick layer of giant, hardened basalt-like keratinous scales, each the size of a washbasin, with edges as sharp as knives!

Between the scales, thick black silt, broken aquatic plants, and huge, pale white bone fragments of some unknown creature clung to the surface! A pungent, nauseating stench of decay mixed with the chilling aura of the ancient underwater world instantly permeated the entire icy plain!
These tentacles, like hellish tentacles with independent lives, did not immediately attack when they broke through the water's surface and shattered the ice. Instead, they swayed and danced slowly above the murky water like huge, twisting pythons!
Each swing tore through the air, emitting a muffled wail and stirring up a thick, bloody stench!

The tips of the tentacles are not suction cups, but terrifying mouthparts split into three lobes covered with spiral-shaped sharp teeth!
At that moment, the mouth opened and closed slightly, revealing a deeper darkness and countless barbs that gleamed with a cold light!

Immediately afterwards, the massive body connected to the roots of the tentacles slowly rose up, like a mountain that had been sleeping for countless ages, covered in silt and death, returning from hell!

The whole picture was obscured. All that could be seen was the enormous, boundless black shadow beneath the water's surface; even the back of the shadow visible above the water was no smaller than the main peak of Haixin Mountain!

Its back was covered with layers upon layers of black carapace, which were much larger and thicker than the scales on its tentacles!

Each shell was like a meticulously forged steel fortress, covered with rough textures and sharp bone spikes, gleaming with a dark, ominous luster in the dim light. From the cracks in the shell, murky mud and pitch-black water gushed out continuously.

Most terrifying of all were the two dim lights that emanated from the front of that enormous body!

Those weren't eyes; they were more like two fissures cracked open in the abyss itself! Dark, cold, devoid of any emotion belonging to living beings, only a kind of indifference that looked down upon ants and devoured all things!

An almost tangible, pure and extreme destructive killing intent, like a giant spear formed from millennia-old ice, shot out from those two points of eerie light, instantly piercing the air and soaring straight into the sky!
The clouds in the sky seemed to be frozen by this murderous intent!

At the summit, Yinglong's golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size!

For the first time, its massive, mountain-like body tilted back very slightly! A low growl, unprecedented in its solemnity and brief, emanated from deep within its throat! It was not fear, but an instinctive alertness and vigilance against an existence of equal or even more ancient and profound nature!

Its massive talons tightened instinctively, gripping the rock beneath it firmly. Its bronze scales flared slightly under the chilling killing intent.
The unknown, awakened behemoth from the lakebed seemed utterly uninterested in the tiny, terrified creatures around it. Humans were nothing more than ants in its eyes!
Its icy "gaze," as cold as a chasm in an abyss, merely swept casually over the trembling ants on the ice plain. Then, the mouthparts with three spiraling teeth, which were at the tip of a tentacle closest to it, covered with huge bone fragments and silt, suddenly opened to a terrifying angle!

The target was none other than the enormous, headless corpse of that thousand-year-old giant python, which had not yet completely sunk into the vortex!

"Pfft—Gurgle!"

A sound that sent chills down your spine rang out!
The tough snakeskin was like fragile paper under those spiraling, sharp teeth, and was instantly torn and shredded!
The terrifying tentacle, like a giant straw, pierced deep into the severed neck of the giant python's corpse, sucking greedily and powerfully!

Dark green snake blood mixed with fragments of shattered internal organs was pulled into the bottomless three-lobed mouth by a powerful suction force! The enormous snake carcass shriveled up at a visible speed, as if all its essence had been drained!
At the same time, several other enormous tentacles dancing in the air opened and closed their three-lobed mouthparts, sucking up the limbs, broken weapon fragments, ice shards, and even huge blocks of ice that were floating in the blood, like a giant whale sucking up water!

Those spiraling, sharp teeth easily ground and devoured everything! The ear-piercing sounds of metal and bone shattering were incessant!
Throughout the entire process, the massive entity remained as still as a mountain, with only the thick carapace on its back undulating extremely slightly with each devouring motion. Two abyssal points of ghostly light indifferently surveyed everything, as if merely enjoying a light appetizer delivered to its door after being awakened. A chilling killing intent, like an invisible tide, washed over the entire icy lake world wave after wave!

The icy plains were deathly silent.

At this moment, Elder Tie Zhenshan of Kunlun was ashen-faced, his legs trembling, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

The fire of greed in his eyes had long been extinguished by the terrifying sight from the abyss, leaving only a despair that penetrated to the bone and froze his soul!

What divine egg, what unparalleled martial arts? In the face of this incomprehensible and insurmountable terrifying existence, they are not even dust!
A barely audible, crisp sound.

The bluish-gray Yinglong scale that Master Kongzhi was holding tightly slipped from his hand and fell onto the ice at his withered feet.

The charred, corroded marks on the scales seemed so small and insignificant in the face of the boundless darkness and pure killing intent surrounding them.

The old monk slowly closed his eyes, his withered lips moving silently, a faint sigh audible only to himself, like the last flicker of a candle in the wind:

"Mingyuan...has awakened..."