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Chapter 811 - 451: Heroes Battle the Nine Realms, The Mentor Supports the Firmament (5K)_2
Chapter 811: Chapter 451: Heroes Battle the Nine Realms, The Mentor Supports the Firmament (5K)_2
Three hours, and the white sky dome was still rippling.
The Demigods of the Dark River camp fell into deep thought.
The mythical beings who were the subjects of distant admiration from the Seven Great Nations once again issued similar exclamations, "Xinhuo Academy is too wealthy!"
Indeed it is, training non-direct lineage myths and openly passing down various inheritances, Xinhuo Academy has always been seen as a rich powerhouse by the Seven Great Nations. Whether this academy is strong remains to be proven, but its wealth is beyond doubt!
The ’wealthy’ Xinhuo Academy had only a meager few tens of millions left in their Mysterious Crystal balance.
They were even poorer days ago.
Xinhuo was so poor they had nothing left but the labor of their myths! How could they have spare Mysterious Crystals to play the attrition game with those from the Dark River camp?
If it really came to that, Headmaster Fang would most likely have to perform a strategic relocation.
But for now, as long as the energy limit of the clear sky dome isn’t breached, it can last a long time.
Attrition? There was none.
At the heart of the Secret Realm, a cube-like object resembling a black hole slowly rotated, dissipating an endless stream of energy.
...
Elsewhere, the roar outside Torrent Port continued unceasingly.
Even if the city’s defensive mechanisms reduced the blasts by hundreds, thousands of times, the sound still thundered through the city like gigantic drums, as if giants were constantly hammering the earth.
The ground trembled, and cracks began to crawl across the buildings in the outer city district; the streets were a complete mess.
However, the city’s defensive mechanisms were still operational.
Despite the hours of intense attack, the forces of the Dark River camp could not break through Xinhuo Academy, nor could they breach Torrent Port.
"These human forces, how come they’re all as tough as turtle shells!"
A Demigod who had ascended from a specter cursed.
These followers of Lord Yujin had almost emerged in full force and indeed possessed far superior power compared to human forces.
The ratio of myths to Demigods was as high as three to one.
Yet, they simply could not conquer this tiny human Oasis.
One reason was that human powerhouses were somewhat troublesome; another was that human cities were as hard as turtle shells.
The mythicals of the Evil God camp had no knowledge of humans’ fondness for infrastructure.
Since humans could only prosper in limited places, just an Oasis, and myths were exceedingly rare, humans could only find other means to fill the enormous gap in their sense of security.
This method was to build defensive fortifications!
Shuiman Country had a history of tens of thousands of years, with its ups and downs, and now its top power wasn’t as splendid as it was twenty thousand years prior.
But year after year, generation after generation, the defense works they built became stronger with the passage of time.
This was the fundamental basis for humans to establish themselves.
Perhaps, Shuiman Country’s technology was not as advanced as that of Candela’s trial sites, but they had invested more, expended massive resources and time.
The defensive and offensive capabilities of Torrent Port were even above those of the 404 trial site ruins.
Along with several Demigods and more than twenty myths cooperating, it wasn’t just a matter of a few short hours of siege; even if the attack were to continue for several days, this faction of followers and Follower of the Evil God camp could not prevail.
The humans, who had always kept a low profile like ants, how could they possess such strength?!
The black river water gurgled and bubbled incessantly, and amid the steaming black bubbles, sludge kept converging, piling up, and in the blink of an eye, an indescribable entity appeared upon the Dark River.
Its figure grew more and more massive, and it soon towered above even the Demigod Dharma Likeness.
Against its backdrop, the grand city of Torrent Port also looked as minuscule as a model toy.
Dark, ashen, muddy figures appeared with a pair of eyes that indifferently overlooked everything beneath, scattering an endless dead silence and decay.
In an instant, all was silent!
The surging, mindless Mysterious Evil all ceased their roars.
Within the Oasis of Torrent Port, inch by inch, the land withered, and even through the defenses of the city’s mechanisms, the vigor of the Oasis was still stripped away.
Along with the vitality stripped away were also the myths present at the scene.
Some myths developed black spots on their skin, some aged rapidly, their hair turning from black to white.
They fled in panic, unable to stop the spread of fear in their hearts.
Their once-prided powers could not withstand the deterrence of a mere glance from this high being!
"It’s a Follower of the Evil God!"
"We’re dying! We’re dying! We’re dying!"
"I’ve always said, do not provoke the Evil God camp, and now look, we’re all going to die!"
"This is all Xinhuo Academy’s fault!"
One myth stated.
Hearing this, the vast majority of myths and Demigods frowned, they were all quite rational, understanding that even if they didn’t confront the Evil God camp, these servants and Followers of the Evil God would still come after them.
Unless, they submitted themselves humbly as food for the Evil God, contributing one Oasis after another.
But by doing so, would they still be human?
They might crave luxury, they might be reluctant to give up power, they might hold steadfast to the ladder of ascension, but at least, they were still members of humanity.
If the Evil God camp wanted to use them as materials, they would have to knock out a few teeth.
After all, it was just the Ninth Realm!
They had seen beings of the Ninth Realm before!
Boom—
Lord Yujin, a being of the Ninth Realm, extended a finger that looked like rotting mud and slowly pointed out. This finger, not fast, seemed to slow down the surrounding time.
It effortlessly sent a Demigod and several myths flying.
The myths that were sent flying became gaunt, their cheeks sunken in as if their bodies were completely hollowed out.
Even that noble figure who had raised the Demigod Dharma Likeness saw numerous cracks form on it, with black water seeping in, spreading inexorably.
And this was merely a casual flick of Lord Yujin’s finger.
The myths who had just begun to muster some fighting spirit saw their eyes grow dim once again.
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