Berserk God of War-Chapter 681: Lu Lungan, Looking Up to the Sky and Sighing Long

Chapter 681: Chapter 681: Lu Lungan, Looking Up to the Sky and Sighing Long

"Lu Lungan, retreat immediately, or you will suffer heavy losses," Sikong Jing’s booming voice rang out.

Lu Lungan’s face had turned completely pale, and he stared fixedly at Sikong Jing as he shouted, "Impossible, even the essence blood of the Iron Bone Flying Vulture cannot summon such a terrifying demon beast."

This indeed was an impossibility; the essence blood of the Iron Bone Flying Vulture could at most trigger a small beast tide.

There was no way a demon beast from the Reverse Soul Realm could appear.

Yet the situation before them had arisen, and Lu Lungan was utterly disheveled, but he still desperately sought answers from Sikong Jing.

"Oh, I seem to recall the Iron Bone Flying Vulture mentioning that it had stored a trace of Iron Winged Divine Condor blood; I guess my blood sample contains this terrifying thing," Sikong Jing replied with a smile.

He still would not reveal his Master of Ten Thousand Beasts essence blood and used the half-truth of the Iron Winged Divine Condor blood as a pretext instead.

Then, with a serious look on his face, Sikong Jing ordered, "Everyone, heed my command, charge into the Northern Mountain."

"As long as we kill enough people, with more food for the beast tide, we can all survive."

Following Sikong Jing’s command, the 66th Army surged forward without hesitation; they completely trusted Sikong Jing.

Whatever command Sikong Jing issued, they would follow, even if it meant death.

The mountain bandits, however, were dumbfounded; something about those words seemed off.

But since the entire 66th Army had started charging, if they didn’t charge, wouldn’t they just end up handing their heads to Lu Lungan?

Watching the rushing Sikong Jing and Soul Stealers, Lu Lungan’s complexion turned exceedingly ugly, utterly at a loss, while his army, feeling the pressure of the beast tide, completely lost their battle intent. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

In the blink of an eye, Sikong Jing’s Soul Stealers had overrun them...

In fact, the intent of Lu Lungan’s troops was: with the terrifying beast tide descending, letting these mountain bandits charge ahead to block the beast tide was a very good decision, so they deliberately let them enter the mountains.

Because of this, Lu Lungan, not knowing what to do, also didn’t stop the army’s actions.

"Roar..."

Just then, a terrifying Fierce Beast burst out of the mountains, grabbed the blood Sikong Jing had just spilled, and ran off with it.

Then... roar, roar, roar.

Several more Fierce Beasts attacked, chasing after the first beast.

It was evident they were fighting over the drop of essence blood from Sikong Jing; the scene was intensely fierce as several beasts violently fought in the air, biting each other, then disappearing back into the depths of the Northern Mountain.

And as the several Fierce Beasts fought to leave, the surroundings gradually quieted down again.

A few breaths later, an even more bizarre situation occurred.

The previously raging beast tide suddenly also calmed down, and the Northern Mountain, aside from still faintly hearing the roars of several terrifying Fierce Beasts, was utterly silent.

Such a strange sight left the forces of Lu Lungan entirely bewildered.

A Vice Commander murmured, "This is odd, where is the beast tide?"

The next moment, Sikong Jing, who had already entered the Northern Mountain, replied with a laugh, "Sorry, Lu Lungan, the beast tide didn’t happen because that blood was taken by a Fierce Beast, so the beast tide calmed down, and the demon beasts also slowly went back home."

Upon hearing this, Lu Lungan and his people were stunned again, still completely bewildered.

Following that, Sikong Jing continued, "However, we have already broken through into the Northern Mountain, and without the threat of the beast tide, we will take our leave here... If you are interested, you can also enter the Northern Mountain to pursue us."

"We, the Soul Stealers, are always ready to welcome you."

After finishing speaking, Sikong Jing laughed heartily, turning around with the Soul Stealers and walking away.

And there was a burst of laughter from the Soul Stealers, "Lu Lungan, we, the Soul Stealers, are always here in the mountains waiting for you."

The laughter dwindled until it was completely inaudible.

Outside the Northern Mountain, Lu Lungan and his puzzled War Soul Army stood dazedly.

For a while, the Vice Commander beside him stuttered, "Commander Lu, it seems we have fallen for Sikong Jing’s cunning plan, he had anticipated that the Beast Tide would not occur at all!"

Pfft...

As soon as he had finished speaking, Lu Lungan looked up to the sky, sprayed blood from his mouth, and heavily fell to the ground, fainting.

In fact, he had already figured it out, but simply couldn’t accept the reality, and now the Vice Commander’s remark had triggered his collapse.

Lu Lungan truly couldn’t bear the continuous blows. He had actually fallen for a mere Beast Tide scheme; he should have foreseen that the essence blood of the Iron Bone Divine Condor would definitely attract a Fierce Beast to compete for it.

As long as a Fierce Beast captured the essence blood, the Beast Tide was bound never to occur.

Because the Little Demon Beasts, seeing no hope.

Yet, he still fell into the trap, being frightened by Sikong Jing’s first Beast Tide, and then just watched as the Soul Stealer escaped into the Northern Mountain, a place many times more terrifying than the Soul Penetration Mountain, where he had no confidence at all.

To pursue them would likely just lead to even more disastrous pitfalls.

Youyuan Twelve States was gone, Sikong Jing was also gone, and Lu Lungan felt he was even more miserable than Gongyang Ying.

A lifetime of renown, ruined in an instant!

Half a day later, Lu Lungan finally regained consciousness.

He summoned his strength again and said, "We still have Sikong Jing’s Absolute Night Wolf Guards, those are the top Beast Blood Soldiers, far more formidable than our War Soul Dynasty. We are not without gains."

To capture Sikong Jing’s Absolute Night Wolf Guards and study their integration with Beast Blood could be considered a consolation.

"Report... Commander Lu, Sikong Jing’s Wolf Blood Warriors have run away."

"They escaped through the undercurrents of Fengying Lake, by the time we noticed, they were already too far away to catch!"

Pfft...

Upon hearing the reporter’s words, Lu Lungan once again looked up to the sky, exhaled deeply, and fainted. He truly did not want to wake up again.

Dark Wings Sikong Jing, how crushing its tactics are.

Meanwhile, Sikong Jing, along with the Soul Stealer, had been traveling through the Northern Mountain for half a day.

Their next objective was to head east, following the eastern side of the Northern Mountain to return to the north of the Long Night Empire.

At that moment, Sikong Jing ordered, "Everyone, it seems Lu Lungan won’t be catching up. Let’s rest here for now."

The crowd cheered, each flopping down, gasping for breath heavily.

They were exhausted. Having charged over from the Soul Penetration Mountain, they faced the constant danger of being crushed to dust and dared not rest for a moment.

Now they finally had time to rest, they were almost safe!

At the same time, Sikong Jing also sat on a large rock, equally weary. He had been fleeing within the territory of the War Soul Dynasty ever since the night he had slain Mo Ci and had been injured ever since.

Half a month had passed; he was utterly exhausted.

Ning Jingjing walked over, her face weathered by the elements, and gently said, "Sikong Jing, congratulations on slaying Mo Ci."

It was only after they regrouped that day that Ning Jingjing had the opportunity to speak privately with Sikong Jing.

At that moment, Ning Jingjing’s eyes, filled with complexity, looked at Sikong Jing, and yet she repeated the same words, "This is the monster that she had brought out from the Canglong Small Domain, and this monster continues to create miracles."

Before this, who would have dared imagine that a million mountain bandits could escape from the War Soul Dynasty’s pursuit?

And who would have thought that Sikong Jing could slay Mo Ci?

"Slaying Mo Ci isn’t significant. My goal has not been achieved yet; it is a must-complete objective," Sikong Jing said wearily.

Ning Jingjing fell silent; she knew Sikong Jing was talking about Wang Ge, his sister.