Chapter 878

The bleak sound of the horn spread throughout the mountains and fields, awakening the sleeping city.

As the headquarters of the Witchcraft Sect, Jing Shan City had a population of nearly five hundred thousand people. The city was filled with cultivators who practiced the sorcery system.

There were only twenty-five thousand soldiers defending the city, which was too weak for a city with a population of five hundred thousand.

However, it was not because the Witchcraft Church did not have enough troops, but because it was unnecessary.

This was the headquarters of the Witchcraft Sect. There were statues of the Witchcraft Sect, grade-one wizards, and many cultivators who practiced the sorcery system. There was also a large Warrior army.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the overall strength of Jing Shan City was comparable to that of Daibun's capital city.

The twenty thousand soldiers stationed in the barracks in the city swarmed out. There were six thousand cavalrymen and fourteen thousand infantrymen. Everyone, from the generals to the soldiers, was confused.

Who was so daring to attack Jing Shan City?

Ever since the Witchcraft Sect was established in the northeast in the ancient times, there had never been a war in Jing Shan City.

The twenty thousand soldiers followed the main road and went around the peak of Jing Shan City. They arrived at the seaside amidst the dust.

…

Beams of black light shot out from the city like meteors. They flew over the peak of Jing Shan City and landed on the seaside.

City Lord Nalan Yan was the leader of the shamans. They looked into the distance and saw twenty giant battleships coming toward them from afar.

Nalan Yan was eight feet tall. His thick beard covered half of his face, and his brown hair was naturally curly. He practiced both sorcery and martial arts.

The City Lord was a Level Four Wizard and a Level Four Martial Artist. He was only half a step away from crossing the threshold of Immortal and Mortal and becoming a Level Three Expert with a long lifespan.

Nalan Yan also had another identity. The Witchcraft Sect had three Spirit Intellect wizards (grade-three) and one Grand Wizard (grade-one). The three Spirit Intellect wizards were the state masters of Jing, Kang, and Yan Kingdoms.

The Grand Wizard was obsessed with herding sheep and lived a leisurely life.

The governor of Jing Shan City used to be a grade-two rain master. However, during the battle of Shanhai Pass, the rain master was lured by Wei Yuan and killed by a Buddhist arhat.

Nalan Yan was the son of that grade-two rain master.

As the sun rose, golden light rippled on the surface of the sea. Nalan Yan squinted and looked at the man in the green robe at the front of the ship.

Other than the wizards and the soldiers, there were also some people with different cultivation levels. They arrived at the seaside after a while, but they didn't get close. They just watched from a distance.

These Warrior warriors were the unaffiliated people of Jing Shan City. In Daibun's words, they were people from Jianghu.

"Those are Daibun's warships …"

"That's Wei Yuan, right? That green robe matches the legend of Wei Yuan."

"As expected of the God of War. I heard that the Great Feng army he led had met with great resistance at the borders of the Fire Country. I was still lamenting that Wei Yuan was just so-so ….. Who would have thought that he would break through from the sea.

"But isn't that the same as courting death?"

"Wei Yuan made a good move, but our Witchcraft Cult doesn't have any flaws. Even if he is the God of War, he can only trick us. It's a pity that we lost 20 warships."

The unaffiliated people of Jianghu chatted casually. They even had smiles on their faces. They were relaxed for a reason.

The Witchcraft Cult's main altar, Jing Shan City, was adjacent to the ocean. It was surrounded by the Yan, Jing, and Kang Kingdoms. For thousands of years, whether it was the Central Plains, the north, or the Buddhist sect, which was now the number one power in Jianghu.

Had anyone ever attacked the Witchcraft Cult's main altar?

Not even once.

Why? Couldn't they build ships and cross the sea?

Because of one word: Rain Master!

…

On the cliff of Jing Shan City, the great wizard, Salen Agu, was wearing a linen robe and holding a lamb in his arms. He looked down at the approaching warships.

His linen robe fluttered. Glass-colored energy surged around him and spread to the surrounding environment.

Gradually, he seemed to become one with heaven and earth. Salen Agu gently blew out a breath.

His breath was like a rolling snowball, getting bigger and bigger until it turned into a terrible storm.

Suddenly, a gale blew on the calm sea. The blue sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and heavy rain poured down.

The waves rolled layer by layer, pushing higher and higher. In the blink of an eye, the originally calm coastal waters were shrouded in a storm.

The 20 warships were huge, but in the face of the power of nature, they seemed fragile and small. Like small boats, they rose and fell with the waves. Sometimes, the whole ship was even thrown up and smashed down, splashing up the waves.

On the deck, cannons and ballistae were overturned. Some were thrown out and smashed into the ocean.

The crew and sailors clung to everything they could to avoid falling into the ocean, or crashing into masts, cannons, or other hard objects.

The soldiers in the cabins were even worse off. Sometimes they rolled to the left, sometimes they rolled to the right, and sometimes they were thrown high and smashed down.

Because there were so many people, in such a large-scale chaos, hundreds of soldiers died one after another.

But all of this was not even worth mentioning for the fate they were about to encounter.

Their fate was to be swallowed up by the raging waves at any time.

Second-rank sorcerers were known as Rain Masters. In ancient times, the weather was unpredictable. During droughts, the human tribes in the northeast would offer sacrifices to the Witchcraft Religion, asking for their help.

After the sorcerers received the sacrifices, they would arrange a ceremony to pray for rain.

The sorcerers who hosted the ceremony were usually second-rank sorcerers. In other words, only second-rank sorcerers were qualified to host the ceremony. That was why second-rank sorcerers were known as Rain Masters.

In fact, praying for rain was only one of the methods that second-rank sorcerers could use.

The true core ability of a second-rank sorcerer was to communicate with heaven and earth and borrow a portion of the power of heaven and earth.

Therefore, with a sorcerer of second-rank and above at the headquarters, any enemy who tried to cross the sea in vain would be courting death.

The sorcerers and the guards watched the scene in a relaxed manner. They watched as the Daibun warship floated in the rain, in imminent danger.

On the other hand, those Wu Fu unscrupulously laughed at him.

"Are they here to fight? No, they're here to die. "

"Is Wei Yuan just so-so? I've been saying how powerful he is, but this is all he's got?"

"Heh, it's not bad that he dares to cross the sea and fight his way to the headquarters."

"The warship is full of military equipment, ballistae, cannons, exquisite armors, and swords. After the Daibun fleet is destroyed, we'll salvage them from the sea and make a fortune."

At this moment, the raging sea surged with a tide that covered the sky and the sun. The tide was like a jade city, surging towards the sky and the earth. The sound was like thunder as it pushed towards the Daibun fleet layer by layer.

After accumulating power for a long time, it finally launched its killing move.

No fleet in the world could survive a tsunami that was as big as the Great Wall, even if the warships were engraved with arrays.

How could a mere formation contend against the power of nature?

"Roar …"

Loud roars echoed between heaven and earth, rising and falling one after another.

In the eyes of the crowd, the tide that was supposed to destroy everything seemed to freeze. After a few seconds of pause, it disintegrated and collapsed with a rumble, as if it had lost the strength to support itself.

Although the tsunami, which was taller and longer than the city wall, did not crash down, the power it formed still almost capsized the 20 warships.

On the coast, the experts, troops, and sorcerers of the Witchcraft Sect looked in the direction of the sound with slightly changed expressions. They saw thick, scaly bodies protruding from the foaming sea from time to time.

The northern demons, the Jiao Tribe!

The descendants of the Gods and Demons, the Jiao Dragons.

The Jiao Dragons were called Jiao Dragons when they came ashore, and mermen when they entered the water.

They were natural dominators in the water and could control the Water Spirits. They could stir up waves and calm storms.

As far as the eye could see, there were hundreds of Jiao Dragons riding the wind and breaking the waves. The Jiao Tribe seemed to have turned out in full strength.

The turbulent sea suddenly became a lot more gentle, but it was not completely calm.

The pitter-patter of the storm turned into a regular drizzle.

The two forces that controlled the Water Spirits fought and reached a subtle balance.

"The Jiao Dragons are from the northern demons."

"No wonder Wei Yuan dared to cross the sea. He has the help of the Jiao Dragons."

Nalan Yan's face darkened. "I'm not surprised. He wouldn't have come if he wasn't confident. Let the troops retreat. Once the Feng Army comes ashore, we'll stop them immediately. "

As soon as the order was given, a muffled sound came from the sea. A few seconds later, a deep hole was blown up on the beach not far from the crowd. Shrapnel and shockwaves swept in all directions.

More and more cannonballs came, attacking the troops and sorcerers on the coast.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

A general roared. He waved his flag and ordered the soldiers to retreat.

Just as he finished shouting, a cannonball landed right next to him. With a boom, flames expanded, and the general was blown away.

He was not dead, but his bronze skin and iron bones were broken and he was seriously injured.

This was why Nalan Yan had ordered the troops to retreat. The Daibun warships were equipped with cannons and ballistae. They were powerful, had a long range, and had a large number of cannons. If they defended the coast, they would be bombarded to death.

They had thought that the sorcery of the Grand Wizard could wipe out the entire fleet of warships. However, the participation of the Jiao Dragon Tribe had caused the Witchcraft Religion to lose this advantage.

The best way to deal with this situation was to withdraw the army and then use the mountain paths and forests that were normally guarded by Jing Shan City.

This mission could only be accomplished by sacrificing the lives of the defending troops. The battlefield was the sorcerers' home ground. Unfortunately, this was not a battlefield, but the sorcerers' base camp.

The most terrifying tactic of zombie soldiers would be gone.

Most importantly, even if they could gather a large number of zombie soldiers as the war intensified, they would probably all be from Jing Shan City …

This was the worst plan.

As for the best plan, Nalan Yan thought it was simple. As long as the Grand Wizard attacked and killed the man in green, the Daibun army would be leaderless. Their combat power would be reduced by half.

Wei Yuan was an ordinary man whose cultivation had been destroyed.

Boom, boom, boom!

Cannonballs hit the coast one after another, and crossbow bolts penetrated the ground. The Witchcraft Religion army suffered heavy casualties. The situation was chaotic.

The Daibun warships approached the coast with irresistible force.

The man in green stood proudly at the bow of the warship. He was not looking at the people on the coast, but at the figure in a long brown robe at the peak of Jing Shan.

He stood alone on the cliff. The sun was shining brightly, and the weather was beautiful.

He stood alone in the middle of the ocean. Dark clouds covered the sky, and the waves surged violently.

The world seemed to be divided into two distinct halves.

Two pairs of gentle eyes looked at each other from afar.

At this moment, a black light flew over from the southwest. It stopped above the Witchcraft Religion army. With a wave of its sleeve, dozens of cannonballs were sent flying.

"Elder Ilbu …"

The sorcerers heaved a sigh of relief. Their curses and corpse-controlling spells could not be used on the Daibun army from afar. Sorcerers who were not good at defense could not even block the attacks of the cannons.

Rank-5 Priest and Rank-4 Dream Sorcerer could summon the Heroic Spirit of a Warrior and turn them into unparalleled martial artists. However, this was meaningless. The Daibun warships definitely had more high-ranked Warrior.

They were the true Warrior.

It was not that sorcerers were not strong enough. On the contrary, sorcerers were cunning and undefeatable on the battlefield. However, the current situation made sorcerers seem to have lost most of their specialties.

During the Battle of Shanhai Pass, many battles were lost inexplicably. Many people still did not understand why they lost.

However, the appearance of a Rank-3 sorcerer was enough to make up for all their shortcomings. There was an insurmountable gap between Rank-3 and Rank-4.

Ilbu stood in the void and looked at the Great Green Robe on the flagship. He frowned and took out three copper coins to perform a divination on himself. The result of the divination showed that it was auspicious!

He immediately relaxed and ordered loudly, "Retreat. Spread out and guard the main road and the forest. Every hundred people form a team. Each team will be assigned with one sorcerer."

After giving the order, Ilbu kept the copper coins and quickly formed a set of hand seals with both hands. He summoned an illusory shadow from the void and solidified it above his head.

Ilbu's blood energy surged. His muscles tore through his robe and he turned into a giant several feet tall.

This giant rode on a dark light and shot toward the flagship, toward Wei Yuan.

On the deck, the soldiers turned their cannons and ballistae in an attempt to stop Ilbu.

The cannons and ballistae collided with his body and shattered his bones. In front of a Rank-3 "Warrior", cannons and ballistae could not hurt him at all.

At this moment, the Witchcraft Religion's anticipation and joy formed a sharp contrast with the Daibun military's worry and anger.

The Rank-3 "Warrior"'s aura was like a tidal wave and a storm. It blew against his green robe and all the pressure seemed to be concentrated on Wei Yuan alone.

The man with white hair on his temples and a pair of eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life finally raised his hand.

He grabbed the giant's neck.

His five fingers suddenly exerted force. With a "bang", the illusory shadow above Giant Ilbu's head exploded.

"Your courage is commendable!"

Wei Yuan smiled gently.