Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master-Chapter 519 - 116: Light Mountain Heavy Fog Picture
Chapter 519: Chapter 116: Light Mountain Heavy Fog Picture
Seeing one of their own Golden Core Cultivators perish instantly, Chen Lingfeng, Wu Hen, and the others immediately dispersed, trying to widen the distance from the Three Generals Camp.
At this moment, the Battle Formation exhibited its formidable might to the fullest.
The Battle Formation ingeniously integrated the power of everyone—including Liu, Guan, Zhang from the Three Generals, Ning Zhuo, and nearly three hundred cultivators.
Thus, Zhang Hei’s attack, though seeming unremarkable, was actually incredibly powerful.
If a Golden Core Cultivator were to fight alone, they could not possibly withstand it.
“General Zhang is mighty!” the soldiers shouted, and their morale surged skywards.
With this, the military spirit was tightly united, making the operation of the Battle Formation more coordinated, and military strength surged. Everything began to cycle positively.
The Triangle Arrow Formation, like an ancient ferocious beast, moved its enormous body and started to sweep across.
An embarrassing situation arose: the vast forest created earlier by Ning Zhuo’s spell now became an obstacle for the troops.
Boom boom boom…
Wherever the Three Generals Camp went, trees toppled and rocks shattered, their might astonishing.
After passing through the fragile period of changing formations, the Three Generals Camp exhibited a wildly ferocious divine power.
Chen Lingfeng, Wu Hen, and the other Golden Core Cultivators no longer had their previous swagger. They kept retreating, relying solely on long-range attacks, not daring to get close.
Red Flower Camp.
Whinny!
A giant white steed, large as a small mountain, descended from the sky, fiercely stomping with its hooves.
The Red Flower Camp was already in formation, arranged in a perfect circle, resembling a large red flower blossoming on the land.
Among all the armies, Red Flower Camp recruited the fewest soldiers and horses from the outside. On one hand, their military salary was limited, and the benefits were low, making it hard to attract others. On the other hand, it was because Mu Lan was selective and actively chose who to recruit.
Most of the soldiers in the Red Flower Camp were veterans, the legacy left by General Mu in the army.
And Mu Lan had inherited them.
At this moment, around the Main General, Mu Lan, the core composed of personal soldiers, the middle circle of elite soldiers, the outer circle of veterans, with new soldiers mixed among them, everything was orderly and well-coordinated.
Battle Formation Dharmas converged, forming a massive red flower that enveloped the entire camp.
This was the Battle Formation that Red Flower Camp was best at, and even the name of this military unit derived from it.
The Heavenly Steed roared, its hooves continuously trampling.
But the vast force was perfectly defended by the Red Flower Dharma Image.
Apart from some casualties sustained at the beginning of the attack, everyone else in the Red Flower Camp was safe and sound, and their fighting spirit was high.
Zhang Zhongyi stood next to Mu Lan, frowning heavily, his expression grave.
After all, he was only a doctor, and this was his first time in a battlefield, with very little experience.
“Nascent Soul Level Demon Cultivators have transformed into their original forms, fighting with all their might!”
“And Mu Lan is merely at the Golden Core Stage.”
At that moment, a subordinate rushed over, conveying the latest military intelligence to Mu Lan.
The Barbarian Demon Camp was defeated, White Jade Camp stood firm, the Golden Halberd Army was besieged, the entire army went missing, and the Three Generals Camp faced fierce attacks from several Golden Core Cultivators, the situation was critical.
Hearing this, Zhang Zhongyi felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
When he heard the detailed situation of the Three Generals Camp, he couldn’t help but gasp.
“Ah…”
“The hooves trample the falling flowers.”
“The wind stirs, shadows sink into the sand!”
“It’s fulfilled, Ning Zhuo’s Omen Poem has come true!”
Mu Lan sharply turned back, her voice stern as she interrupted: “Shut up!”
Zhang Zhongyi was startled and immediately hushed.
At that moment, he felt as if he saw General Mu.
Mu Lan’s attitude towards him did not annoy Zhang Zhongyi, nor did he feel offended. Instead, he felt self-reproach and was extremely relieved.
Mu Lan looked up, gazing at the huge flying steed relentlessly stomping in the sky, and spoke solemnly: “This Heavenly Steed is named Ma Feitui, and it has an old grudge with my father.”
“In the past, it led its tribe to wreak havoc on the frontiers of our country, and my father was tasked to quell the bandits, smashing his entire tribe, nearly annihilating them.”
“It narrowly escaped, and from then on, scattered about, repeatedly challenging my General’s Mansion.”
“This time, it must have heard that I joined the army in my father’s stead, and voluntarily joined Thousand Peak Forest to oppose us!”
“I am fully aware of his tactics. With my General’s Seal and the Flower Formation, dealing with him is more than sufficient!”
Pausing for a moment, Mu Lan continued her analysis: “Our army has been under attack for so long, yet only a few have fallen. Ma Feitui leads, the only Nascent Soul Level. The rest of the Golden Core Cultivators all have significant reputations in Thousand Peak Forest.”
“This indicates that only teams of strong cultivators are ambushing.”
“Therefore, the real situation hinges on the Golden Halberd Army.”
“To conceal and vanish with the Golden Halberd Army, it’s certainly not just an ordinary Nascent Soul, nor just one Nascent Soul Cultivator who could achieve this.”
“If next, the Golden Halberd Army is still in a stalemate with the enemy, then the key to this ambush lies with White Jade Camp.”
“White Jade Camp has the best equipment, the strongest strength. More importantly, among them are many children from noble families.”
“If they are defeated and chased, the Golden Halberd Army will have to rescue them with all their might!”
Mu Lan analyzed the situation profoundly.
Seeing her strategizing, Zhang Zhongyi couldn’t help but feel reassured.
Golden Halberd Army.
Sun Gan was in the center of the battle formation, looking around.
But around him: the mountain mist was dense, light and ethereal, casting a layer of faint ink on the mountains, the outlines vague and unclear, as if existing and non-existing, floating and sinking, ethereal as a dream.
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In the mist, mountains surrounded, dark green nearing black. The terrain was intricately arranged, with changes in distance and elevation, all blending harmoniously.
Upon closer observation, the mountains appeared rugged with ancient trees, and the rocks were jagged.
From a distance, the mountain range stretched endlessly, clouds and mist intertwining.
The rocks, sometimes hidden within the mist, seemed to rise and fall in layers, giving a light, feather-like impression.
And the ethereal mountain mist, thick and accumulating, exuded a mysterious charm even heavier than the mountains themselves.
“Light Mountains Heavy Mist Map!” Sun Gan identified.
This formation chart approached the Transforming Spirit Level, a treasured artifact of the Six Cave Sect! Crafted by Mo Yuan Cave Master Lu Hongtu over centuries of meticulous efforts. It employed various Transforming Spirit Level ink materials, consuming as many as six Nascent Soul Level brushes.
This was Lu Hongtu’s ultimate trump card!
War is perilous and fraught with danger.
Once entering the battlefield, Lu Hongtu spared no efforts, directly deploying his strongest formation tactics.
With the Light Mountains Heavy Mist Map as the formation chart, the four Cave Masters of the Six Cave Sect occupied the four corners, serving as the formation’s base. As for the Array Heart, it was mysterious and hidden deep within the map, unknown to outsiders.
Once the ambush commenced, leveraging the formation chart, Lu Hongtu and others launched full-scale attacks.
Nascent Soul Level spells repeatedly struck the Golden Halberd Army but saw no effect.
The Golden Halberd Army formed their ranks extremely quickly. Positioned in the rear, they were the most lavishly equipped, without any flaws.
The Cultivators of the Six Cave Sect felt helpless.
Blood Shadow Cave Master, having attacked for a long time without success and suffering from the backlash of National Power, decreased in combat strength, and couldn’t help feeling discouraged: “Such a tight battle formation, merely long-range spells cannot break the formation.”
“In my view, it requires strong warriors to charge into the formation.”
“The Golden Halberd Army is known for its counter-measures and sharpness, and looking throughout my Thousand Peak Forest, probably only the current Elephant King could successfully charge into the formation.”
The Elephant King mentioned by Blood Shadow Cave Master was the new leader of the Pale Barbaric Elephant Group. With formidable strength and thick skin, he was the prime candidate for the charge.
Poison Scorpion Cave Master hesitated: “Great Cave Master, the Golden Halberd Army has been accumulating the power of the formation. Shall we just stand by and watch?”
“Once their accumulation succeeds, upon activation, it will surely be earth-shatteringly powerful.”
“By then, our sect’s formation chart might not be able to cover it.”
Lu Hongtu smiled slightly, exuding calm confidence, and conveyed through Divine Sense: “Wait.”
Soon, the four Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Six Cave Sect received the latest intelligence.
The Barbarian Demon Camp was successfully crushed, a piece of good news. Xu Dali still lived, but it was of no consequence.
The problem was with the White Jade Camp, Tu Ming actually fled! The High Priest of the Hundred Poison Tribe, such incompetence?
However, after the Jade Slips recording the battle were exchanged, the four Cave Masters were at a loss for words.
Tu Ming’s defeat was not unjust!
The White Jade Camp was unexpectedly wealthy!!
Most importantly, who could know how many more trump cards these children of noble families held?
For a moment, the three Cave Masters all grew to regard Mo Yuan Cave Master with admiration.
Demon Heart Cave Master went so far as to flatter directly: “At the beginning, when you, Great Cave Master, chose to tackle the Golden Halberd Army, targeting the toughest challenge, I had my doubts.”
“Now, those doubts have vanished.”
“Great Cave Master, your strategic foresight is clearer and deeper than ours.”
Poison Scorpion Cave Master said: “Great Cave Master, the White Jade Camp does not retreat. Those Three Generals Camp, Red Flower Camp are all insignificant. Shall we watch us forcefully attacking the Golden Halberd Army?”
Mo Yuan Cave Master slowly shook his head: “At this moment, we have already given our all, furiously bombarding the Golden Halberd Army for quite some time.”
“The ambush battle… we still have a powerful individual yet to take the field.”
The three Cultivators realized: “You mean… Lord Long?”
Lu Hongtu smiled slightly, his face radiating confidence: “Lord Long is the supervisor of the army, and also the leader of this ambush.”
“The ambush is about to succeed, it’s all stuck at the White Jade Camp.”
“I don’t believe he won’t make a move!”
“If he doesn’t act, how will he explain to the Ginseng Whisker Dragon King when he returns?”
Just as Mo Yuan Cave Master speculated, high above the clouds, Lord Long sighed deeply, removed his upper garments, revealing his frail, aged upper body.
He then took a deep breath, the clouds beneath his feet dispersed, and he descended vertically towards the ground.
As he fell, his aura grew increasingly strong, his body swelling, shifting from a skinny, slightly hunched elderly form to a youthful, muscular, and vigorous middle-aged man.
Even his white hair regained its black luster.
Divine Skill—Ginseng Essence Revitalization!
Lord Long kept his gaze fixed on the White Jade Camp below, watching as it grew larger.
He slowly extended his left hand, palm facing downward toward the White Jade Camp.
The next moment, a dragon’s roar sounded.
Martial Arts—Dragon Roar Palm!
A roar.
The dragon’s roar shook the heavens, propelling Lord Long’s surrounding airflow, creating a vague flying dragon phantom that enveloped him, diving down from the depths of the clouds.
“Not good!” Shuangjing sensed the impending danger, promptly took action, aiming at the high skies to intercept in advance.
But whether it was shooting arrows, firing cannons, or engaging Golden Light Sparrows, none could stop Lord Long’s descent.
Boom!!
With a loud crash, Lord Long’s palm struck the Battle Formation Dharma.
The mountain-sized jade collapsed with a thunderous sound.
Lord Long continued to fall, crashing into the very center of the White Jade Camp.
The people of the White Jade Camp were thrown into chaos, tumbling over one another.
On the ground, inside a huge crater, with his hand pressed against the ground, Lord Long exhaled a breath of turbid air and withdrew his hand.
Amid the dust, amidst the neighing of horses, Lord Long, kneeling halfway, slowly stood up, looking derisively around: “You youngsters are too lively. Now, face your doom.”
