Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

Chapter 99 Rise

Myths are never simply forged through tribulations and lightning.

He also had to walk a path forged from the tip of a knife, undergo the tempering of blood and fire, and be simmered by time.

Orochi had been waiting for this battle for a long time.

Now, all living beings in Zhongshan are sealed away in the deepest part of the mountain.

It can run rampant and is impatient.

It felt as if lava was flowing from my throat all the way to my lips.

A scorching breath was exhaled, and hot saliva dripped onto the ground.

This mountain range, which stands silently on the earth, revealed its ferocity to the world for the first time.

The mountains trembled.

The cracks in the earth stretched from the mountaintop to the valley, down to the feet of the invaders.

"Enemy attack—!" A mournful long bugle call rang out.

Seventy thousand soldiers, united in purpose, stomped their feet in unison. The dark aura of the soldiers merged into the earth, briefly calming the trembling mountains and rivers beneath their feet.

Zhao Polu turned his horse around and met the red snake's vertical pupils, which were as bright as the sun and moon.

Under the radiant light, that face, that snake-like face.

How magnificent, how majestic, how awe-inspiring!

It was as if the mountains beneath our feet had come to life and donned a mask that resembled the rage of a tyrant.

"Delaying time!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Zhao Polu made the right choice in his mind.

At a command, the army broke into smaller units, each composed of centurions.

Yet their vital energies are closely connected, regardless of distance, inseparable from each other.

This highly trained army is the foundation upon which the Zhao family has established itself in the Central Continent.

Now, however, he will be buried in these deep, secluded mountains.

A mournful drumbeat resounded in Zhao Polu's heart.

A sense of tragic heroism arose in the hearts of all 50,000 soldiers.

If they don't kill this giant serpent now, it will invade Central Continent in the future, destroy their homeland, and slaughter their families.

Lava surged from cracks in the ground.

A scorching wind suddenly swept upwards, as if demons from purgatory were about to crawl out from within.

One by one, our comrades perished in the flames.

They screamed and howled in pain.

All these voices, however, became the reason for this army to continue fighting.

The dark aura of the soldiers coalesced.

Tens of thousands of soldiers make up every inch of this pitch-black dragon.

The red serpent charged forward fiercely.

This long, dark dragon dispersed and then regrouped, narrowly avoiding a collision.

The giant serpent turned around, its long horns pointing straight to the sky like sharp swords, exuding an inexplicable Daoist aura.

The four rock walls rise into the sky, imprisoning it and the dark military formation like caged beasts.

There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape.

The jet-black dragon roared, a sound that seemed to be the culmination of countless voices.

Red and black intertwined.

The army sacrificed their lives, one scale at a time, to collect the giant snake's scales.

Like a skinning knife, it exposed the giant snake's bloody flesh inch by inch to the sky.

The weapons melted from the intense heat, and the soldiers opened their mouths to bite into the giant snake's flesh and scales.

The jet-black dragon, like a leech, clung tightly to the red serpent.

Shattered scales and broken human figures fell like rain, swallowed by the lava.

The fighting in the cage can only end with death.

Roars and war drums resounded throughout the entire mountain range.

A thunderous explosion.

The branching lightning, like a giant dragon soaring into the sky, fell into the prison cell and pierced the earth.

The white mist arrived as promised, gradually enveloping the prison cell.

Countless dragons from the East Sea surged into it, like an ant swarm that wanted to devour an elephant.

The snake's scales were worn down and torn apart by countless bites and gnaws, and then emerged from the flesh like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Some creatures even burrowed directly into the holes in the flesh, using all their strength to block the scales and prevent them from growing out.

A piercing pain enveloped the snake's entire body, surging through its mind in waves like a tsunami.

The more it hurts, the more bitter it is.

Its golden and silver vertical pupils, as bright as the sun and moon, shone even more brilliantly.

His gaze was scorching, engulfing all things. His divine light was chilling, freezing all living beings.

As the flesh writhed, it resembled a swamp, swallowing up the scales that had failed to grow and the creatures that fought desperately.

The giant serpent reveled in pain and suffering.

It is growing.

Heads and bodies held high, they tore up a piece of life that seemed to be the earth itself.

Beneath the snake's belly, there are two pairs of things that are about to tear open the flesh.

They too must taste the fear and blood of their enemies.

"Then let's go!" the giant serpent roared, its enormous sound waves sweeping in all directions, shattering the rock walls with a deafening crash.

Beneath its head and body, a pair of powerful, azure claws burst forth from its form.

The scorching blood erupted like a volcanic eruption.

"Not enough!"

The giant snake had a ferocious look on its face as it gazed at the white clouds in the sky.

With a flick of its tail, its other pair of claws broke free from the restraints of flesh and blood.

"Not enough!"

"My body is the most powerful weapon of destruction!"

Its head lowered, and its two dragon claws fiercely gripped its own horns.

Enveloped in intense pain and itching.

The giant serpent's skull seemed to be pulled out by its own thunderous rage.

"roar!"

The mirage dragon, still hovering in the sky observing the situation, was chilled to the bone by this roar.

It had never seen such a ferocious snake.

No, it can no longer be called a giant snake.

It is a myth nurtured by Zhongshan Mountain.

We must not let Him rise!

"die!"

A mirage dragon that resembles a snake, a dragon, and a tiger.

Carrying boundless fury, accompanied by thunder, and mixed with white mist, it crashed down like a raging waterfall.

"Snap!"

Zhu Chi used his claws to tear off the long horns that were intertwined in three parts from his own head.

It took off.

Chewing on the molten lava called pain in my throat.

Two claws grip the long, prominent horn, which is called suffering.

Two giant dragons clashed from the sky to the ground.

Blood and dust, scales and mud, mixed together to form flowing lava.

Tens of thousands of soldiers had already lost more than half of their number, yet they still clung to the red dragon like mad dogs.

The hydra and the teng were split into four by the long horn, their corpses lying across the scorched earth.

Blood plasma imbued with spiritual energy flowed, pouring into the cracks in the earth.

The scent of death permeated this land that had suffered disaster.

Sun rises and moon sets.

day after day.

The dragon scales on Zhuchi's body have been peeled off and grown back three times already.

It remains fierce and fearless in the face of death.

Under the shadow of disaster, Zhu Chi had accumulated a great deal of emotions.

Whether it was her mother, the white fox, the two city lords it favored, or the old man named Zhong Yan who had been tormented to death by it and was buried in the mountains.

It cannot cry, nor can it laugh.

All emotions erupted in a torrent of fury at that moment.

"roar--!"

The crimson dragon soars high above the sky.

The sound waves swept in all directions like a tsunami.

Beneath Him, the Shen and the remaining 20,000 soldiers trembled slightly.

"Zhao Polu!"

"Where are your dynasty's people? Only these 70,000?!"

The mirage turned its head and glared angrily at the humans.

"Of course there's more—" Having fought to this point, Zhao Polu's face was contorted with rage, his teeth chattering as he chewed on the pain and the fierce determination in his heart.

"Then hurry up and come out!" the mirage dragon roared.

"Where are they?!"

"It's in my hands."

Zhao Polu took out the three iron balls, shaped like chicken eggs, that he had hidden in his chest.

Looking at the inscriptions on the iron ball, which looked as if they were cast in blood.

A chill ran from the tip of his lips all the way to his mind.

"Let's die together!"

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