The Emperor is Above

Chapter 202 Follow me to flatten the lonely hill and bury the dead!

"Wow—"

"cry--"

Dozens of dragon vultures were circling in the sky, occasionally making anxious cries.

The huge wings flapped slowly, and it slowly descended to observe the battlefield. After getting close, it suddenly soared into the sky.

The battlefield within a radius of several miles below was gradually shrouded in thicker and thicker blood fog. The scarlet fog was particularly scary.

Guarded by a dozen tall giant warriors covered in blood, a bone altar with a diameter of 88 feet stood in the blood mist.

The altar was divided into three tiers, each of which was engraved with dense ghostly patterns, especially the top which was engraved with various spell inscriptions. Eight corpses with their necks cut were lying on the altar in a very regular pattern.

Hot blood flowed out from the throat of the corpse, flowing along the rune grooves on the altar, outlining the rune inscriptions with the hot blood, forming a strange, eerie and terrifying summoning formation.

“...Pray to the Ghost King, and have his Dharma body descend to annihilate all enemies. Let’s have a blood sacrifice!”

As soon as the witch minister finished his witchcraft prayer, his energy was sucked away by the altar, and he aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ten lower witches who were summoned to assist stood in a position around the bone altar, and their vitality was drained away, and they died tragically on the spot.

However, there was no sadness on the witch's face. Instead, he showed a relieved smile. The reaction of the bone altar meant that the ghost king's summoning witchcraft was successfully completed.

At this time, the blood mist around became increasingly dense and scarlet. The corpses of countless savages on the battlefield were used as sacrificial blood food. The blood mist quickly sucked the blood out of the corpses, turning them into horrible mummies.

Even the blood puddles formed by blood on the battlefield were quickly drained away by the blood mist, leaving only a little dark red sticky blood.

When all the corpses and blood in the battlefield within a radius of several miles were sucked dry, thick blood fog rushed into the bone altar frantically, and then a strong blood-red light column shot straight into the sky.

"Jiejiejie——"

From within the beam of light came bursts of strange, terrifying laughter.

A ghost king's Dharma body that was thirty feet tall gradually condensed, its body covered with hideous and terrifying spikes. Its huge eyeballs almost jumped out of its sockets, and its scarlet tongue kept moving in and out.

The Ghost King Dharmakaya opened his huge scarlet eyes wide, looked around the entire battlefield, and then greedily stared at the group of Great Wilderness Dragon Vultures, then lowered his head and said:

"Wu Xiang, you paid such a huge price to summon my Ningtu Ghost King. I am very satisfied with your blood sacrifice this time, so I will fulfill your wish this time."

There were tens of thousands of coalition soldiers killed by the Great Wilderness Dragon Eagle on the battlefield. Now they all became huge blood sacrifices to summon the Ghost King's Dharma body.

The abundant blood sacrifice and blood food made the Ningtu Ghost King very satisfied, but the reason why he agreed so readily was because he saw the Great Wilderness Dragon Vulture, a third-grade ferocious bird.

The more powerful the blood food is, the more it can attract the greed of ghosts. If these dozens of third-grade ferocious birds are hunted and eaten, it will also be a great attraction for the Ningtu Ghost King himself.

"Wow—"

After the blood mist disappeared, the dragon vultures in the sky gradually lowered their flying altitude and curiously approached to observe the newly appeared powerful enemy. They did not recognize the newly appeared Ghost King.

"Jiejiejie——"

Upon seeing this, the Ghost King Ningtu laughed strangely and suddenly jumped up to a height of more than one hundred feet. Combined with his original height of thirty feet, it was enough to catch the Dragon Vulture which was one hundred and fifty feet high.

An unsuspecting young dragon vulture became the prey of the ghost king Ningtu's Dharma body and was dragged down from the air 150 meters high. The other dragon vultures did not expect the enemy to be able to jump so high, and subconsciously dodged in a hurry.

The captured dragon vulture struggled frantically, but it was helpless because the Ghost King Ningtu’s Dharma body not only had the advantage of realm, but also the advantage of size.

The wingspan of the dragon vulture is about fifteen meters, and its actual body length is only seven or eight meters. In front of the ghost king's Dharma body that is thirty meters tall, it is like a rooster in the hands of a strong man. Even if it struggles with all its might, it cannot escape.

"Hehehe, what a delicious blood meal!"

The Ghost King Ningtu bit open the neck of the dragon eagle with force and greedily sucked the hot blood. His originally translucent body became more and more solid after sucking all the blood from the dragon eagle.

"Wow—"

"cry--"

The other dragon vultures made angry noises. Seeing their companions' blood being sucked by the Ghost King and their vitality gradually weakening, they launched a frantic attack.

But now, the wild folk coalition not only has the powerful Dharma body of the Ghost King Ningtu, but also the second-grade Black Xuan Divine Servant, as well as the two third-grade strongmen Wu Xiang and Panshe Gong, and Panshe who can barely continue to fight.

As a result, the remaining 26 dragon vultures were no match for the wild folk coalition. After many dragon vultures were injured in the fierce battle, they had to give up fighting. Leaving behind their two seriously injured and dying companions, the 25 dragon vultures fled in panic towards the lonely hill.

On the wall of Guqiu City, Qing Yi had been standing on the battlement watching the battle. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity for the two injured dragon eagles. They are probably dead after being sucked dry of blood by the ghost king."

In fact, relying on the strength of the third-grade ferocious bird, the Great Wilderness Dragon Eagle, in a desperate battle, it can also fight to the death with the Ghost King's Dharma Body, the Black Mystic Divine Servant and others with its numerical advantage.

But after all, this group of dragon vultures only came to Qing Yi to clean his ears, and they also gave him such a generous gift of thanks. They attacked the wild people coalition as a way of thanking Qing Yi, and they would never choose to fight to the death for this.

Qing Yi was very understanding of their decision to retreat. Even the results of their previous attack on the wild folk coalition had already moved him greatly. He asked Jiang Ji to bring nine female pharmacists to treat the injured dragon eagle carefully.

To allow the third-grade dragon vultures to recover from their injuries, the effects of ordinary spiritual medicines would be much worse. Jiang Ji temporarily prepared medicine for them, and the main medicines were mostly high-level spiritual medicines brought by the dragon vultures themselves.

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Although the wild folk coalition repelled the dragon vultures that attacked for no apparent reason, and even the Ghost King's Dharma body almost sucked the blood out of two dragon vultures, Panshe Gong and Wu Xiang did not feel happy at all.

After all, the wild folk coalition was in a terrible state at this time. Just the first wave of attack by the Great Wilderness Dragon Eagle caused at least tens of thousands of casualties among the coalition forces, and a large number of wild folk warriors were frightened and fled in all directions.

Except for a few who were killed directly by the dragon vultures, most of the others were burned to death, suffocated by thick smoke, and some even killed each other in panic or were trampled to death by the crowd.

The loss of just ordinary wild folk warriors would have been fine, after all, there were small wild folk settlements everywhere in the wilderness. What was more important was the loss of a large number of high-level totem warriors, mid-level totem warriors and other backbone forces.

Seeing that the powerful camp that was once capable of sweeping across the capital of Xing State was now left with only a few cats and cats, Panshe Gong felt a sense of suffocation in his chest.

He could not help but look up to the sky and roared: "Guqiu boy, if I don't clean up Guqiu's fiefdom and slaughter all Guqiu's vassal and people today, I, Lord Panshe, swear I will not be a human being!"

The Witch Prime Minister also looked unhappy. Not only did he pay a huge price this time, but all ten of his lower witches died. Even the Beast Soul Warrior, who had almost the same status as him, died in battle. He didn't know how to explain when he returned.

After pondering for a moment, he suggested this time: "Panshe Gong, the ghost king Ningtu's Dharma body can exist longer at night, but can only exist for two hours during the day.

While the Ghost King's Dharma Body and the Black Mystic Divine Servant are here, we should launch an attack immediately and flatten the Lonely Hill in one fell swoop. What do you think?"

"Of course we must take this opportunity to flatten the Solitary Hill!" Panshe Gong suddenly became excited again and roared, "Ji Wuchang, Shui Ma Wusheng, Yu Xuanji, immediately gather the army of barbarians to follow me to flatten the Solitary Hill!"

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