Twilight Boundary-Chapter 839 - 812: Burning the Lake to Boil the Jiao

"Hmm?"

Er Guotou had set up this city's altar, its myriad wonders making people praise it, even reaching the level of divine skill, unimaginable by ordinary people.

If it were in usual times, similar means might not be beyond others' ability, but within this military formation, they are often dispersed by energy, rendering such means unusable.

However, this is the difference between having encountered the Purple Tai Sui or not. Those with Purple Qi have substantial magic, and even within a military formation, can produce astonishing effects unlike others.

Not to mention, the Purple Tai Sui on Er Guotou is far more abundant than others.

Yet at the same time, as the city gates were being burst open and the entire army was invigorated, a streak of blood light from within the city rose with ferocity and wickedness, with an indescribable eeriness, and in an instant vanished into the darkness, heading straight towards the Food Protection Army outside the city.

At this moment, Mingzhou King Yang Gong was riding his horse, raising the treasure sword, commanding the army to attack into Huzhou City.

Although he had been warned, knowing someone in the city was casting spells to harm people, and even knew how to break the spell, he didn't even bother with it, only knowing that whether he was in the military formation or not, the morale of those under him was entirely the same.

The attack on Huzhou City was successful, but that streak of blood light also arrived.

Around Yang Gong were many capable individuals, adept in various magical arts, aimed at protecting him within the army, yet when that blood light flashed through, it still caught people off guard.

This kind of sinister magic was undetectable to those in the army, but on the distant low mountain, Hu Ma had been waiting all along, suddenly casting a cold gaze into a spot in the night.

That streak of blood light was almost invisible to the naked eye, but Hu Ma instantly caught it, yet even with his abilities, it was impossible to instantly cross those dozens of miles to intercept the blood light. Even Er Guotou only noticed it after the blood light flew out of the city:

"Not good!"

"..."

He set up an altar to enclose the entire city, and the moment the blood light flew from the city, he was the first to sense it.

Yet even with his altar's mana, he was somewhat caught off guard, unable to forcefully keep that streak of blood light within the city.

But at the same time, Hu Ma did not think much, stepping forth decisively, while ten pillars of cultivation surged simultaneously, adding weight to his step.

Rumble!

The earth seemed to tremble because of this, the whole world shrouded in night seemed twisted because of his step. With Hu Ma's foot as the center, a sunken pit formed in the world.

That streak of blood light was originally flying towards the neck of Mingzhou King Yang Gong, but Yang Gong himself was unaware, only instinctively feeling a sudden panic, his face paling in a flash.

Yet before even having time for his pupils to contract, the streak of blood light's trajectory was abruptly twisted.

From flying straight at Yang Gong, it was suddenly pulled by a bizarre and powerful force, forcefully changing direction, soaring toward the low mountain behind the military formation.

Standing there was precisely Hu Ma.

"This blood light..."

He raised his hand, grabbing the blood light, feeling that overwhelming blood qi, incredibly sharp, cunning and slippery, crazily slicing in his palm like a chainsaw.

Yet he merely held on tightly, and only after a long time did he feel the force dissipate, opening his hand to see a faint red mark in his palm, with a faint scent of blood.

"What is this thing?"

Er Guotou, long since unable to care, hurried over, able to sense the presence of the blood qi, yet unable to intercept it, causing him to feel somewhat shocked despite having advanced greatly in skills and believing himself knowledgeable about all dharma methods under the sky.

'I've grown so powerful, yet there's something beyond my understanding?'

'...'

"No wonder even the disciples of the No-Eating Bull Color Sect can't fathom its depth..."

Hu Ma, looking at his palm, slowly said, "This is not of the human world, it should come from the Netherworld."

"I have seen such skills on two people before, one was a numb brute I met when I went to Wutong Town years ago, the other was a Reincarnator beside Miss Red Wine, Burning Blade."

"Their skills have traces of something extraordinary, making them far more ferocious than others, beyond common sense."

"That skill should be from the Bloodstain Pond in the Eight Sceneries of Netherworld."

"The demon people under Old Flood Dragon's Niang'er Sect have insignificant skills, yet inadvertently, they fathomed a dharma method related to the Bloodstain Pond, thus making them so formidable."

"..."

As he spoke, Hu Ma also pondered slightly, softly saying, "The Eight Sceneries of Netherworld are the most mysterious places in the world's yin realm, now all in the hands of the Ten Surnames."

"It seems that when we truly confront the Six Surnames, we cannot be too careless..."

"..."

"Indeed!"

Er Guotou nodded solemnly, "No matter when, the Ten Surnames cannot be underestimated."

"I too had underestimated the Ten Surnames before, but after learning the Age Suppressing Book of your Hu Family, I realized the might of the Ten Surnames' methods. The Hu Family hadn't seriously studied for twenty years, yet still so powerful, let alone the other families?"

"But how did you intercept such a sinister thing?"

"..."

"I didn't intercept it!"

Hu Ma laughed, retracting his foot, the surroundings seemingly echoing with a faint rumble, as if the earth trembled slightly, but nothing visibly changed.