I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 326 Big Scene

Seeing that the spell had finally reached the last person, Feng Xue didn't even wait for the message from below before taking out the Ghost Control Talisman—she was afraid that she would release it too slowly!

Seeing that Feng Xue was running smoothly, the white-bearded old monk who was carrying the last baton saved himself the trouble of reminding her. He reached out and grabbed the wooden mallet on the altar, and fired two gongs and one drum. The sound was not loud, but it seemed to carry a kind of magical rhythm.

The relay of spells has reached such a point that it's impossible to control it by human power alone. But since the cultivators haven't run away, they must have their own methods.

For example, this old master used the method of calling upon the power of nature, which sounds a bit strange. So let's put it another way: he called upon the free-floating pure energy in nature.

As the saying goes, the pure rise, the impure descend; those that enter the earth become the Earthly Fiends, while those that are high in the sky are naturally the Heavenly Generals.

Without the realm of a Grandmaster, one's divine sense cannot even withstand the fierce winds blowing from the heavens, let alone mobilize one's inner energy.

However, it is sufficient to be slightly lower than the罡气 (罡气 is a type of aura), and closer to the surface of the earth than the 虚神 (虚神 is a type of aura).

The old sorcerer viewed this spell, whose exact nature was difficult to define, as a mixture of undifferentiated yet clearly distinct and strictly governed pure energy. He dispersed his magical power into countless nodes, using the magic drum and gong as commands, much like training trusted officers to command subordinate soldiers, thus firmly grasping the entire spell in his hands.

He silently recited the marching orders, and the drum in his hand beat faster and faster, while the gong became slower and slower, subtly changing from the rhythm of a religious ceremony to the drumming style of a military drum used to cheer on the battlefield.

Amidst this upheaval, his magical power finally completed the weaving of the ritual, gathering the mana spheres of their most prized spells for these cultivators, from those barely capable of entering the Dao to those strong enough to become grandmasters, and bestowing upon them the final link.

then……

"go with!"

His magical power acted like a vanguard scout, drawing a path between the Yamata no Orochi and the altar where he stood. From the outside, the dazzling ball of light, with a radius of just over one meter, flew towards the Yamata no Orochi along the trajectory of his magical power.

The speed was neither too fast nor too slow, and the momentum was not too great, just like a firework that has not yet exploded, with nothing but the flame caused by the flame reaction.

Feng Xue, who had already flown hundreds of meters away, still showed no sign of stopping. He didn't even dare to use teleportation techniques casually, for fear that some powerful figure had incorporated a ritual to hinder teleportation into the spell.

About two seconds later, Feng Xue arrived at the dilapidated port, and even the Dragon King Temple, which had been reduced to ruins, was in full view.

Looking out from afar, the dozens of meters tall Yamata no Orochi had just finished turning around, and the ball of light finally exploded completely, like a belated New Year's firework.

No, saying it explodes is not accurate, because it is not the kind of firecracker that Feng Xue imagined would explode at the slightest touch.

The moment it came into contact with the Yamata no Orochi, a chilling mist instantly spread out. The first thing it incorporated was an ice-sealing technique, which was not particularly powerful on its own, but after repeated infusions of magical power, it instantly coated the Yamata no Orochi's tens of meters long body with a layer of ice.

Black chains surged from the sphere of light, spreading along the icy shell. The spell was so detailed it was breathtaking; upon closer inspection, one would discover that each chain was composed of individual characters.

Seemingly a consensus for dealing with such a large monster, the following spells also focused on sealing. Layer upon layer of a net-like structure enveloped the Yamata no Orochi, but just when Feng Xue thought the behemoth was sealed away, the spell suddenly changed. As if struck by a heavy hammer, or twisted by a raging wind, the Yamata no Orochi, already resembling a giant sculpture, suddenly began to tremble violently, emitting a series of ear-piercing cracking sounds. Feng Xue's face immediately darkened—

"Does this person have any basic physics knowledge? Don't they know that water cannot be compressed?"

Before the thought could even form, the Yamata no Orochi shattered instantly, and layers of ice shards were about to spread outwards. But as if someone had suddenly pressed replay at the moment of the explosion, the ice crystal fragments that had just been sprayed out suddenly seemed to be drawn together, collapsing around the spell and finally transforming into a dazzling and transparent ice sphere.

The icy blue color became transparent, but then a touch of orange-red spread and proliferated in the center of the spell, just as the pigment frozen in the center of the ice ball was slowly seeping outward, gradually distorting the icy blue that had frozen everything.

The piercing squeaking sound was painful to the eardrums, and the seawater, which should have been evaporating due to the high temperature, only made a few sounds at this moment.

Only then did some quick-thinking cultivators realize what they had done. One by one, they followed suit, summoning spirits, riding the breeze, or simply throwing out a handful of sand or a pinch of yellow earth to perform the most basic earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of escape technique).

Seeing this, even a demon like Aunt Bai, who didn't know much about magic, realized that these cultivators had probably gone too far with their games. So she immediately revealed her true form, activated her innate divine power, and darted away like a bolt of lightning.

She had no direction; all she knew was to stay away from the ice hockey puck. Meanwhile, the puck continued to contract, expand, and heat up.

This is unavoidable. In the beginning, there was still room to add spells in succession, but as time went on, the spells became more and more complex, and the number of rituals that could be added decreased.

It's like a painting relay race. The first few runners often have the most room to maneuver, but after the third or fourth runner, all that can be done is to refine the clothing, color scheme, and background.

As for spells, to increase their power, there's nothing to do but compress and amplify them. But everyone's competitive spirit is so strong that they put all their secret techniques for increasing spell power into them.

With incompressible water as the main component, through continuous sealing, compression, and heating, along with layers of seals, a glimmer of starlight finally blooms in the center of this ice sphere.

The greatest sound is silent, the greatest form is formless. In that instant, everyone who turned their gaze toward the direction of the spell lost their sight. In the vast white expanse, what followed was a rolling heat wave and turbulent currents that could even lift a hundred-ton king.

The terrifying shockwave blew Feng Xue, who was completely immobilized in mid-air, away, while the seawater was whipped up into huge waves starting from the coastline.

The wave surged higher and higher, eventually colliding with the tsunami whipped up by the typhoon caused by the Yamata no Orochi. The nascent tsunami was powerless against this giant wave, and was forced back, surging and turning into layers of waves that pushed back towards the other side of the ocean.

Surprisingly, the explosion did not cause a strong earthquake, which reduced the disaster somewhat. However, the hot winds it generated still made the winter in the port city feel as hot as midsummer.

The convection of hot and cold air instantly transformed into dense dark clouds, followed by a hailstorm.

Fortunately, several grandmasters in the port city had already set up an altar. Although they didn't see the demon god, they managed to erect a barrier to resist this strange "natural disaster"...

(End of this chapter)