The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 1682 - 1678: Counterattack

"Boom rumble rumble..."

A continuous series of deep thunderclaps echoed, and the collapsing skydome, pressed by immense force, kept caving in. Above the entire valley, a colossal golden formation emerged.

On the formation, charm patterns intertwined, with streams of shimmering light flickering across, radiating an unfathomably powerful force of prohibition.

The black colossal hoof and the golden treasure pagoda descended simultaneously from opposite sides, smashing onto the massive golden rune array, erupting into an earth-shaking roar.

A burst of golden light exploded into the skies, transforming into vast, ocean-like ripples that swept in all directions.

Amid the rumbling sounds, the stone walls on both sides of the valley shattered, sending countless clouds of dust flying.

Billowing waves of air surged from the valley entrance, resembling a colossal, muddied earthen dragon, charging straight into the allied army’s camp.

"Don’t just stand there—defend yourselves!" Lu Huaming roared with a burst of urgency.

The Tang Dynasty Government disciples at the forefront, seemingly well-rehearsed, immediately responded to the command. They synchronized their mystic arts, chanted the same magic spell, and pressed their palms forward. One after another, massive white light handprints flew out and formed an array in front of them.

Seeing this, the other monks quickly joined in, conjuring countless palm imprints that coalesced into a defensive array, blocking the torrents of dust and waves surging from the valley entrance.

The howling gale raged for a long while before gradually subsiding, and the dust clouding the sky started to dissipate.

Shen Luo cast his gaze over the valley. The once lush greenery was no longer visible—what remained were fragmented cliffs and splintered trees. The valley’s former streams were severed, forming scattered pools of varying sizes.

At this moment, the dense clouds in the high altitude cleared, and the figures of Jiang Shentian and Seven Kills began descending slowly from above.

"The defensive array of Morning Sound Valley is broken; we can launch the assault now," Seven Kills declared coldly, his eyes sharp, and the menacing aura around him had yet to dissipate.

"There are still smaller formations and traps in the valley that might not have been fully neutralized. We must remain cautious during the attack," Jiang Shentian advised, his tone filled with caution.

"I didn’t expect you to bring the Exquisite Pagoda," Shen Luo remarked, looking towards Jiang Shentian.

In his dream traversal, this pagoda had been handed to Shen Luo by the remnant soul of Li Jing, so he was naturally quite familiar with the treasure.

"Although Master intended for us to temper ourselves, he ultimately wasn’t reassured and allowed me to temporarily use the Exquisite Tower. Unfortunately, my capabilities are limited, and I can’t unleash its full might," Jiang Shentian replied.

"This isn’t the time for reminiscing. While their grand formation is temporarily hard to repair, we should mobilize and attack," Seven Kills reminded, his voice resolute.

After a brief hesitation, Lu Huaming’s determination shone through his gaze.

"Fellow Daoists, I kindly ask the leaders of the respective sects to restrain your disciples, and according to the prearranged plan, launch a joint assault on Morning Sound Valley to strike the Kingdom of Qingqiu," Lu Huaming ordered with a commanding shout that echoed throughout the camp.

The various sect disciples, already brimming with battle enthusiasm, responded with deafening war cries, their desire for combat barely containable.

"Kill!"

With a resounding roar, the disciples under their respective leaders charged into the valley.

Leading the army was Shen Luo and his group, tasked with scouting ahead to warn and guide the forces behind, while guarding against potential ambushes from the Qingqiu Fox Clan.

Due to his familiarity with the Kingdom of Qingqiu from a prior visit, Shen Luo naturally had a better grasp of the terrain. However, the earlier attacks that shattered the formations had destroyed the original paths in the valley, forcing him to rely on memory to lead the way forward.

Along the way, they came across countless Qingqiu villages reduced to ruins. Occasionally, they spotted fox corpses buried in the dirt or the human-formed remains of the Fox Clan.

These were either the primary operators of the valley’s trap formations or scouts gathering intelligence, all meeting tragic deaths.

Shen Luo sighed inwardly, unable to fathom what madness possessed the Qingqiu Fox Clan to invite such calamity upon themselves.

Halfway through the journey, they still hadn’t encountered a single member of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, nor had they triggered any traps. This made the group wonder if the Fox Clan had already retreated entirely within the city, too afraid to resist outside.

Just as everyone began to let their guard down slightly, seven to eight figures suddenly flew out from the high altitude. They formed a circular formation, surrounding a disheveled figure who clutched a green-purple staff while chanting incantations.

The figure’s long robe billowed against the wind, making a snapping sound. From their body radiated waves of immense power.

"Su Chuan..." Shen Luo hesitated briefly, recognizing the figure as one of the elders of the Qingqiu Fox Clan.

"O slumbering ancestral souls, heed my plea and unleash the wrath of the Celestial Fox!" Su Chuan finished his chant and let out a prolonged howl. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

His staff pointed towards the village below.

In an instant, an enormous circular light array manifested above everyone’s heads. Within it, crimson clouds ignited, burning brighter and brighter. Clusters of crimson flames emerged one after another, plummeting fiercely towards the ground below.

"Lotus Wonderful Method, Indigo Blue Sea!" A crisp shout rang out just then.

Nie Caizhu took the lead, unleashing a blue light and a burst of intense cold. In an instant, a tidal wave of water roared upwards, surging towards the falling flames.

The blue flooding wave surged upward, freezing the flames almost instantaneously.

But within a few breaths, bursts of white steam surged forth, and the frozen tidal wave began to thaw. The crimson flames resumed their downward trajectory, although their momentum weakened slightly.

"Sweeping Thousands of Troops!" At this moment, another sharp cry rang out.

Lu Huaming formed a sword seal with his hands, and a beam of sword light shot straight into the sky. After ascending ten fathoms, the sword light exploded, transforming into countless raining swords that collided with the flames.

A dense sound resembling a storm of pear blossoms echoed, as countless sword lights crisscrossed in the air, shattering the descending flames into fragments.

"Vajra Guardian, Great Compassion Palm!"

Soon after, another solemn Buddhist chant resonated. A golden Buddha shadow towering like a mountain rose from the ground. Its left hand formed the Lotus mudra, while its right hand launched a prajñā palm towards the oblique sky.

"Boom rumble rumble..."

A series of deafening explosions followed, and the already fragmented flames were completely dispersed by the enormous palm strike.

Su Chuan hovered in mid-air, his eyes turning blood-red. With both hands clutching the staff, his hair floated wildly, and his body emitted overwhelming waves of power. He began chanting again without pause.

With a faint "whoosh," the figures encircling him suddenly ignited with blazing flames, taking a resolute stance to complete some kind of sacrificial ritual.

"Roar..." Along with a beastly roar, waves of searing and ferocious energy radiated from the ritual array they had summoned.

Soon after, a colossal flaming head emerged from the skydome above, gazing down at Shen Luo and his group below.

Shen Luo instantly recognized it—it was the fire giant he had encountered at the Fox Clan’s altar that day. Immediately, his heart clenched with shock.

"Be cautious—this is the guardian of the Fox Clan’s altar, immensely powerful," Shen Luo warned swiftly.

Before his voice faded, a resounding "rumble rumble" came from above.

Raising their heads, everyone saw an enormous flaming giant blade descending directly towards them from the sky.