Chapter 185 — Summoning the Demon God
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" He had just spoken these words when suddenly his heart went cold. He looked down — a sword had pierced through his chest from behind, and he had had no sense at all of when the person behind him had drawn near.
Shen Mu drew the sword back.
The Daoist's voice came out hoarse: "Fine movement technique! " With that, he pitched forward onto the ground, dead.
Shen Mu returned the sword to its sheath.
On the altar, Yue Qinghong, Wolf-Slave, and Si Yunxiang were about to cut down the remaining Daoists when they circled around and saw, strewn every which way around the demon god statue, corpse after corpse.
Some Daoists had not fallen but were nailed to the statue; some were hung upon the white banners; some had been blasted into puddles of mud by fist techniques; some had their skulls smashed by iron hammers.
Their deaths were all different. The three were deeply shaken.
Si Yunxiang's face was grave as she carefully examined each corpse. Every one of these corpses had met Shen Mu's deadly hand in the blink of an eye, slain before their divine abilities could even be unleashed.
"Barely two moves each — most died in a single strike," she thought, and raised her eyes to look at Shen Mu.
Thirteen divine ability users — though their close-combat ability was not strong, a divine ability user was still a divine ability user. Everyone said that when a combat-arts school expert closed in, a spell-school expert had only death to look forward to, but that saying was only talk.
If the gap in realm was too great, the combat-arts school might not be able to break through the opponent's defensive divine ability at all. This time, though they had caught the enemy off guard, Shen Mu's combat strength was simply too great, his speed simply too fast. Shen Mu shook the Chubao sword, flicking the blood from the blade, returned it to its sheath, and said: "Clear the battlefield, then destroy the demon god statue!
" His words had scarcely fallen when suddenly a tremendous boom came from not far off. Within the black mist, a blood-red light burst forth, dyeing the gloomy fog crimson. That blood-light towered several hundred zhang high; standing in the mountain hollow, they could see it clearly.
Wave after wave of terrifying power surged in from another world, crashing toward the place where the blood-light erupted.
Then rolling thunder followed, and around the blood-light, lightning and thunder interwove — thunderbolts and lightning squeezed out from space by that dreadful power. For if power is too strong, the force of its vibration compresses space itself, causing spatial instability. And when space is unstable, the thunder hidden within space bursts forth.
The faces of all present went blank.
There, where blood-light and thunder converged, an enormously colossal body was slowly rising to its feet — a demon god statue with horns upon its head, four arms and four legs. Though it was a sculpture, at this moment it radiated a towering, heaven-blotting aura, as though a demon god had descended into the world.
This descended demon god was taller even than Deer Mountain where they stood. Dense smoke wreathed its whole body, and within the smoke were firelight and lightning; blood-red radiance soared to the heavens, hanging above its head.
"There's another place where a Hongshan School divine ability user has summoned a demon. .
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" Shen Mu's hands and feet went cold.
The Hongshan School divine ability user at the other location had succeeded in casting the spell and summoned the demon god. That towering demon god's gaze was like interwoven lightning; wherever its gaze passed, trees, mountains, rocks — all were consumed in a sizzling crackle, reduced to ash and smoke. Shen Mu let out a breath of turbid air and said in a low voice: "Strip the clothes!
" Everyone was slightly taken aback.
Monk Yunque murmured: "Stripping clothes again. . . " Si Yunxiang caught on and immediately went to strip the garments from the corpses on the ground.