Urban Supernatural Medical Saint-Chapter 1072 - 1071: Was It Victory?
Ye Wenjun stared coldly at the mist ahead.
"This is the Rebirth Dual Skill!"
Everyone was shocked.
Normally used combat skills are classified into the four levels of Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, each level having different power based on its grade. The techniques in which combat skills are released also include stackable skills, allowing them to be combined for multiple impacts.
Stackable skills refer to multi-hit combat skills, differing from single-use skills which produce multiple effects in one go. Stackable skills require multiple uses, each layer applied separately to form a dual-layer technique.
But...
What they didn’t expect was that the Witch Clan’s forbidden technique, the Rebirth Technique, could also employ multiple layers of skills?
This upended everyone’s understanding.
Just as everyone was astonished.
Mo Huajian, accompanied by Xiaoyu, sped over from a distant hill.
"The Witch Clan’s techniques originate from the East; stop arguing and retreat quickly! I’ll hold them off!" Mo Huajian declared resolutely.
Everyone’s hope could only rest on Mo Huajian!
Among them, Mo Huajian’s cultivation was the highest, the most likely to help them retreat.
Given the current situation, was there any other choice but to retreat?
The mist rapidly approached.
As they expected.
This was the ready Rebirth Dual Skill...
Bigger and stronger than before.
Amid the mist, tinged with blood threads and glowing red.
"It’s a dual-layer skill applied using a wizard’s essence blood. It seems the opponent intends to win at the cost of their life..." Fang Yu sighed and shook his head.
The blood mist in the air expanded.
One’s entire essence blood scattered in the air, resembling a cloud.
Looking extremely eerie and frightening.
Everyone was horrified...
"Retreat! Mr. Fang, we can’t wait any longer!"
"Full retreat!"
Without waiting for Fang Yu’s command, they began to quickly retreat.
It’s mere futile resistance, better to flee!
Mo Huajian remained standing firmly ahead, looking at the mist with determination...
"Miss, Miss... Miss, let’s go!" Xiaoyu was so anxious she almost cried, yet no matter how she shouted, Mo Huajian remained unmoved, as if she couldn’t hear.
Fang Yu and Ye Wenjun were the same.
The others had already retreated.
They alone stood on the battlefield, proudly upright.
"Brother Yu, leave!"
Chen Daotian was anxious too.
Fang Yu slightly turned his head and said, "I can’t retreat... Behind me lies the entire world! If I retreat, then the sky truly falls."
Everyone’s hearts trembled.
Such simple words, yet profoundly moving.
The saying "heroes emerge in turbulent times" must refer to Fang Yu...
He may not be great, but he’s not selfish.
He could disdain all those cultivators who looked down on him, but not the land where he was born and raised.
"You leave." Mo Huajian said calmly.
"No, you fall back," said Fang Yu.
"Hmm? Do you think you can withstand it?" Mo Huajian found it amusing.
"You don’t belong here in the first place. You’ve done enough by helping me this much."
"I’m just fulfilling a promise."
"But I didn’t ask you to die... We don’t have time to waste words, hurry and go!" Fang Yu’s voice turned gloomy.
"Are you sure?"
"Nonsense! I’ll say it again, get lost!" Fang Yu’s brow furrowed, his tone unfriendly.
Mo Huajian, the proud lady of the heavens, came forth from the Flower Domain, boasting terrifying cultivation. All cultivators across the world showed her respect!
Fang Yu was the first to speak to her this way, even in a commanding tone.
Mo Huajian felt her Tao Heart tremble, and without much argument, turned and withdrew with Xiaoyu.
"Let me stay! I’ve lived long enough... Please, Your Highness, trust me... only I can help you!" Jiang Hongxiu unclasped her robe, revealing a gaunt figure.
Scars lined her arms, alongside wrinkles left by time, granting the elder unmatched experience and insight.
"Ancestor!"
"Ancestor!"
Jiang Hongxiu solemnly said, "All of you retreat! Leave swiftly... Remember my command... After I die, this Zen Sound Staff will be inherited by Jiang Xiaoxiao! She is your new Clan Leader!"
"Ah?" The Tianyin women were astonished.
Minds went blank, stunned by Jiang Hongxiu’s final words.
"Does my word... have no heed?"
Boom!
The Zen Sound Staff struck the ground.
Tao Patterns rippled out.
"We dare not!" The Tianyin women lowered their heads in fear.
They also noticed Jiang Hongxiu didn’t refer to herself as "the old self."
Perhaps, this would be her last battle in this mortal realm.
Jiang Wei and Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn’t spare a word before being dragged away by their companions.
Fang Yu nodded and said, "Wenjun... I know I can’t persuade you to leave... It’s up to you to protect Clan Leader Jiang."
"Okay." Ye Wenjun nodded.
Swish.
The Water Cold Sword unsheathed, spreading a wave of cold Qi.
Fang Yu sensed the killing intent emanating from her and said, "Steady your Tao Heart, don’t waver... I know you saw Linghui get injured... There were too many people just now, couldn’t say anything... Her injuries are severe, fortunately, raindrops formed by energy magic patterns protected a thread of her heart’s pulse. Hopefully, she can hold on until we return!"
Upon hearing this.
Ye Wenjun’s brow furrowed tightly.
Fang Yu added, "Given that, we all must survive to return!"
Swish!
The Dragon Roar Sword appeared!
The Eastern cultivators continued to retreat.
Within the mist.
The 300,000 skeleton army seemed summoned again, each rising once more.
Thicker, more terrifying, more frenzied than before...
...
Atop the mountain.
The two young wizards spat blood, eyes red as they shouted, "Kill them, kill them all! Three people want to counter a 300,000-strong army! Ridiculous!"
"This battle has cost us dearly; only with our combined essence blood and Master Lei’s could we continue this dual-layer technique!"
"I don’t care! In this battle, we can only win, not lose!"
...
On the battlefield, Fang Yu.
Swinging his long sword, a Divine Dragon soared across the sky!
"Divine Dragon!"
A five-clawed Divine Dragon!
Roar—
As the Divine Dragon appeared, it released a breath of flame dragon.
Boom!
In front, hundreds of skeletons were scorched!
Crunch, crunch!
Hundreds of skeletons fell! Never to rise again!
The Eastern cultivators hadn’t retreated far enough and were numbed with shock.
"Eastern Divine Dragon! Ancient Dragon Clan’s Highness, Mr. Fang is truly a True Dragon incarnate! My heavens—"
"The Divine Dragon has appeared, we are saved!"
Mo Huajian flashed with wonder in her eyes, somewhat incredulous: "Unbelievable... he’s truly the heir of the ancient dominant clan, Dragon Clan’s Highness... This isn’t right, the Dragon Clan doesn’t have the ability to summon a True Dragon! Why is this?"
...
Jiang Hongxiu’s heart trembled.
The Zen Stick quivered.
"Pure Land Mantra, Ten Consecutive Strikes!"
The entire battlefield resounded with the exhilarating thunderous drumming, as if sounds from an ancient battlefield, stirring one’s blood!
"Clan Leader Jiang mustn’t!" Ye Wenjun exclaimed with shock, not expecting Jiang Hongxiu to use a draining Ten Consecutive Strikes, a strategy consuming excess energy!
