Chapter 0688: The Sand Prison
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Each of Yi Tianxing's steps covered over a dozen zhang. Wherever he passed, spear light flashed, and one undead after another fell. Their bodies were pierced through, and the soul fires within them were instantly shattered by the spear intent imbued in the war spear—ground into pieces and extinguished on the spot.
With every step forward, the surrounding undead collapsed in swathes—cleaner than harvesting grain.
With Yi Tianxing's cultivation strength, even relying solely on his physical power, a single spear sweep would utterly destroy any undead in his path. Bodies shattered, pierced through, or exploded into fragments under the spear's devastating force.
[ Spear Intent – 玉石俱焚 (Perish Together)]
A fearsome spear intent that conveys a will to destroy both oneself and the enemy if necessary. When released, it crushes all opposition in a blaze of destruction.
"Too fast—Yi Tianxing's target is actually the High Priest!"Xue Kunlun's pupils shrank as he realized that Yi Tianxing had locked his sights on the High Priest from the very start of his charge.
"Kill! Archers—fire at will! Target the undead horde. Don't hold back on the war arrows—we have plenty! Your only task is to slaughter these undead!"Yue Qiang's tone turned ruthless.
His legion, the Moonlit Cavalry Archers, was famed for mounted archery, and every member was a master of the bow. Entry required both skill and innate talent in the art.
Without concern for arrow expenditure, the archers transformed into mobile artillery units, loosing war arrows like blazing comets. Waves of undead fell, especially those obstructing Yi Tianxing's charge or rushing from the flanks.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
A million soldiers, their expressions cold and unwavering, surged onto the battlefield to the beat of the killing chant.
Without the protection of formation enchantments, they clashed directly with the undead—flesh and bone colliding with death in close quarters.
Undead were slain, humans fell pierced by bone weapons, and the corrupting power of death surged through open wounds. The stench of blood filled the air and overwhelmed the battlefield.
Yet no one retreated. No one fled.
These were warriors who had crawled from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They knew: in war, there is only forward. Retreat meant death.
But for Yi Tianxing, all of that might as well have not existed.
His eyes locked solely on the humanoid bronze coffin ahead. Undead crumbled in his path like paper.
He advanced to within dozens of zhang of the coffin. For him, that was only one or two steps away.
There, eight towering mummies stood sentinel at the coffin's sides. Upon seeing Yi Tianxing approach, their eyes gleamed with killing intent.
They were the High Priest's guardians, and any threat to him was their sworn enemy.
Their duty: deliver death to the intruder.
"Kill!!"
The mummy guards wielded grotesque scythes, slashing at Yi Tianxing. The blade light from these weapons seemed to harvest not just flesh—but souls.
The scythes emitted an eerie soul-piercing power, instilling dread, even driving the weak-willed to submit and offer their necks. One could hear the whispers of hell and death within them.
But Yi Tianxing made no attempt to dodge.
Instead, he raised his war spear.
With a flick, the spear was unleashed.
It was now entirely bathed in crimson light, its bronze form transformed into blood jade, radiating a spear intent of mutual destruction—unyielding and absolute.
[Blood Jade Spear – 玉石俱焚]
This spear intent embodies the will to fight to the bitter end. It surges with the wrath of warriors at the brink of death, creating a spear of tragic brilliance that aims to annihilate both friend and foe.
The spear light extended several dozen zhang, condensed into a solid form like a real divine spear.
Within the spear intent, one could hear the roars of warriors making final stands, images of self-destruction to ensure the enemy's demise.
The will behind it surged across the battlefield.
"If you stand in my way, you'd better be ready to perish with me!"
Clang! Clang! Clang!!
Eight scythes collided with the crimson spear, but the impact shattered their blades. The terrifying will within the spear rushed up the scythes and into the mummies' bodies.
The spear was unstoppable.
At that moment, the entire world seemed to be reduced to just that one crimson spear, ready to slay gods and destroy demons.
"Audacious fool! You dare challenge this priest? You court death!"A chilling voice erupted from the humanoid bronze coffin.
The coffin suddenly rose from the ground, like a bronze statue, and slammed itself forward to collide with the spear.
Boom!!
A deafening shockwave followed. Divine lights from the coffin clashed with the blood-jade spear. The coffin seemed to merge with the earth, anchoring itself and preventing the spear from penetrating.
"Kill!!"
Yi Tianxing shouted, and nine star-like lights on the blood-jade spear suddenly burst one after another.
Each star explosion caused the spear's power to surge wildly, amplifying the suicidal spear intent to new heights.
[Power Boost: Nine Star Bursts on the Blood Jade Spear]
Each star burst increased the destructive force. Every detonation pushed the bronze coffin back by one zhang.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
As the stars exploded, the coffin was forced back repeatedly. The violent collisions sparked fire, but the coffin didn't break. Despite the spear's full force and 400,000 jin of strength, it only managed to push it back.
Roar!!
Suddenly, a mysterious force erupted from the bronze coffin. The earth around it stirred, sands rose and spun, forming a giant sand vortex.
A hundred-zhang-tall sand giant emerged, glowing with golden light.
It pounded its chest, roared skyward, and glared at Yi Tianxing. Then, its mountain-sized fist swung down.
A punch like the collapse of heaven and earth.
[Sand Giant – Formed from divine sands, capable of regenerating endlessly as long as sand is present.]
"Flashy but hollow—Break!!"
Yi Tianxing's body suddenly expanded to over 40 zhang, radiating overwhelming pressure. Though not as massive as the sand giant, his aura was just as dominant.
With a reverse grip, he stabbed the now-giant spear at the incoming fist.
Boom!!
The spear pierced through the giant's fist. Yi Tianxing could feel that within the sand giant was a flowing vortex, devouring or dispersing all invading force.
But his spear wasn't powered solely by true essence—it held the force of pure flesh, martial will, and unmatched battle intent.
The sand giant's chest shattered under the blow. A massive hole opened as sand was annihilated.
Even as it was wounded, the giant's other fist struck Yi Tianxing's body.
Boom!!
His body shook violently. The Chaos Battle Dragon Robe shone with divine light, but two of the four dragon-serpent patterns exploded under the impact.
That punch carried over hundreds of thousands of jin of force.
Still, as long as there was sand, the sand giant could regenerate endlessly.
"Die!!"
Yi Tianxing didn't hesitate. He summoned the Prison Suppressing Seal (镇狱印)—a massive seal engraved with roaring dragons and elephants. Four massive pillars held up the sky and locked space in all directions.
[Prison Suppressing Seal]
A powerful divine artifact that suppresses enemies by locking space and unleashing crushing force.
Two stars flashed on the seal.
With a swing, the seal crashed down on the sand giant's head.
Boom!!
The sand giant shattered completely, reduced to dust beneath the seal's crushing force.
"Sand Prison!!"The High Priest uttered a cold incantation.
Suddenly, another surge of sand filled the heavens. It encased Yi Tianxing in all directions—up, down, left, right—sealing him within a spherical sand prison.
[Sand Prison (沙牢)]
A powerful desert-based sealing spell that traps the target in a shrinking sphere of sand, grinding everything inside into nothingness.
Outside, all anyone could see was a spinning sand sphere, resembling a vortex, continuously shrinking and compressing toward its center.
A power of annihilation was being born within.
The space around it seemed to collapse inward.
Such a collapse would obliterate even a cultivator at the Life Aperture Realm (命窍境) in an instant.
Yi Tianxing could feel a deathly crisis in his soul—if this Sand Prison fully imploded, he would die.