Pembantaian itu semakin menjadi-jadi!
Para anggota Suku Golden Crow muncul dengan raungan penuh semangat. Hal itu terutama terlihat pada para tetua yang dulu ikut bersama Meng Hao dalam migrasi. Darah mereka mendidih membara saat mengenang darah dan api yang mereka lalui di jalan panjang bertahun-tahun silam. Ah, kemuliaan hidup!
Adapun anggota baru Suku yang muncul selama seratus tahun terakhir, mereka pun merasakan darah mereka mendidih. Rasanya seperti kisah-kisah yang mereka dengar dari generasi tua tiba-tiba dimainkan tepat di depan mata. Bedanya, semua ini nyata!
Mereka bukan lagi Lima Suku Crow Divinity yang butuh perlindungan gerombolan neo-iblis Meng Hao untuk bertahan hidup. Bahkan Suku Heavenly Pursuit yang agung harus mengerahkan seluruh kekuatannya untuk membinasakan mereka.
Begitu mereka menyerbu, niat membunuh membubung, dan kegilaan tua yang berani itu — yang tersimpan jauh di dalam tulang mereka — meledak sekali lagi.
Puluhan ribu Kultivator Suku Golden Crow menyerbu langsung ke pertempuran, disusul gerombolan neo-iblis, Big Hairy, Wild Giant, para ahli Nascent Soul, dan Leluhur Suci totemik. Dalam sekejap mereka membantai jalan masuk ke Suku Heavenly Pursuit.
Raungan menggelegar memenuhi udara. Pembantaian yang membuat ngeri.
Meng Hao melayang di udara, menunduk sejenak ke paku hitam ketiga yang mendarat di telapak tangannya. Ia menyimpannya, lalu menoleh sekeliling, matanya berkilat dingin.
Blood Mastiff meraung, lalu tiba-tiba lenyap. Ia tidak membunuh siapa pun, melainkan berubah menjadi cahaya merah menyilaukan yang menyebar seperti selimut raksasa menutupi seluruh area.
Jalan mundur Suku Heavenly Pursuit kini tertutup rapat!
Yang aneh, sebelum mastiff berubah menjadi segel merah, burung beo itu tiba-tiba menatapnya dengan mata berkilau. Ia melongo ke arah mastiff, tubuhnya gemetar. Kegembiraan yang membara tiba-tiba muncul di matanya.
Sementara itu, tujuh Raksasa Laut Violet terus menerjang di medan perang. Cahaya kemerahan memancar dari mereka, dan ke mana pun mereka pergi, Kultivator di sekitar mereka dimusnahkan. Ratusan ribu hantu beterbangan, dikelilingi hawa dingin membeku. Setiap tempat yang mereka singgahi di medan perang, nyawa terpadamkan.
Ini benar-benar pemandian darah!
Anggota Suku Golden Crow menjadi bilah pembantaian yang menyerang ganas dengan tekad bulat menuntut balas.
Tubuh Meng Hao berkelip dan ia tiba-tiba muncul lagi di samping seorang Kultivator Nascent Soul. Perempuan tua berjubah zamrud panjang. Wajahnya pucat karena syok atas semua yang terjadi. Kedatangan Meng Hao yang mendadak ke pertempuran membuatnya benar-benar terguncang. Ia menoleh ke sekeliling melihat pembantaian itu, dan kulit kepalanya meremang. Ia baru saja hendak melarikan diri ketika Meng Hao muncul di sampingnya.
Pupil matanya menciut dan ia langsung menggigit lidahnya lalu menyemburkan darah. Ia menepuk kantong penyimpanannya, memunculkan sepuluh benda sihir di depannya. Di saat kritis ini, perempuan tua itu tidak menahan apa pun. Bersamaan dengan munculnya benda-benda sihirnya, seluruh kekuatan totemnya menjelma menjadi berbagai totem. Pada saat yang sama, tubuhnya jadi semakin keriput karena ia membakar sebagian besar kekuatan hidupnya.
Gemuruh mengelilingi keduanya. Wajah perempuan tua itu berubah buas, sementara ekspresi Meng Hao dingin. Ia tidak berusaha menghindari serangannya, hanya melangkah maju dan mengangkat tangan kanan ke udara. Tombak Iblis langsung melesat.
Tombak itu menggelegar di udara, menghancurkan benda-benda sihir, memusnahkan totem-totem perempuan tua itu. Tombak itu menancap di dahinya, menembus sampai ke sisi lain.
Mata perempuan tua itu membelalak, menatap kosong ke arah Meng Hao. Lalu tiba-tiba tubuhnya meledak dan Nascent Soul-nya yang lemah melesat kabur. Meng Hao cepat meraih dengan tangan kirinya, menangkapnya, dan meremukkannya jadi serpihan.
Melihat semua ini, tiga Leluhur Suci totemik yang baru saja berencana melakukan serangan diam-diam tersentak. Lalu mereka mundur dengan ngeri. Meng Hao menoleh, matanya berkilat seperti ada listrik.
"Petir," katanya. Mengingat pembantaian yang berlangsung di medan perang sekitarnya, pada mulanya suara Meng Hao terdengar tidak cukup keras. Namun, sebagai jawabannya, tujuh sambaran petir raksasa tiba-tiba muncul entah dari mana.
Itu tujuh sambaran petir merah berisi kehendak Kesengsaraan Langit. Pada saat yang sama, petir itu juga mengandung kehendak Meng Hao. Sambaran-sambaran itu melesat ke tiga Leluhur Suci totemik itu, membuat ketiga neo-iblis terkesiap. Tanpa ragu, mereka mengerahkan berbagai kemampuan ilahi, memunculkan lapisan cahaya warna-warni berupa perisai. Qi Iblis juga menyapu keluar.
Namun... dalam sekejap mata, ketiga neo-iblis itu memekik menyedihkan saat petir merah meremukkan semua sihir mereka. Tidak peduli kemampuan ilahi atau teknik sihir, semuanya hancur seperti kayu lapuk. Ketiga Leluhur Suci totemik itu tidak bisa menghindari tujuh sambaran petir merah, dan langsung terpuruk di dalamnya.
Suara guntur yang menggelegar membuat semuanya bergetar. Semua orang di seluruh medan perang bisa melihat apa yang terjadi, dan mereka semua tersentak, wajah penuh keheranan. [1. Entah kenapa aku ingin sekali menambahkan satu kalimat di sini: "Bisa dibilang mereka... tersambar petir!"]
Hal itu terutama terjadi pada anggota Suku Heavenly Pursuit, khususnya para Kultivator Nascent Soul dan Leluhur Suci totemik. Wajah mereka muram penuh teror. Beberapa bahkan mulai melarikan diri dari medan perang. Namun, begitu mereka menabrak penghalang merah, mereka menjerit, dan tubuh mereka hancur meleleh.
Tempat ini... sudah lama berubah menjadi jalan buntu total bagi mereka!
Imam Besar Suku Heavenly Pursuit adalah lelaki tua purba dengan wibawa seperti makhluk transenden. Ia memegang tongkat kayu raksasa dan mengenakan jubah abu-abu panjang. Namun saat ini, ia gemetar hebat, dan matanya meluap keputusasaan. Meski begitu, keputusasaan itu cepat hilang, digantikan tekad.
"Anggota Suku Heavenly Pursuit, bertahanlah sedikit lagi! Patriark pasti datang menyelamatkan kita!"
Saat kata-katanya mengalir di medan perang, anggota Suku Heavenly Pursuit yang tadi begitu ketakutan pada Meng Hao tiba-tiba merasakan secercah harapan menyala di hati mereka.
"Patriark sedang dalam perjalanan ke sini!" seru Bapak Agung. "Ia akan melenyapkan penjahat ini dan membinasakan Sukunya. Suku Heavenly Pursuit tidak akan jatuh!" Bapak Agung adalah lelaki tua yang mengenakan jubah ungu panjang dan matanya bersinar tajam. Dasar kultivasinya setara Leluhur Suci totemik, dan ia berada di lingkaran besar tahap Nascent Soul.
Zhang Wenzu menarik napas dalam. Kata-kata Bapak Agung dan Imam Besar membuat hatinya sedikit tenang. Wajahnya muram, matanya tiba-tiba berkilat sinis saat menatap Meng Hao di seberang medan perang.
"Patriark pasti datang," pikirnya. "Lalu apa yang akan ia lakukan? Kita salah satu dari tiga suku besar Aliansi Pengadilan Langit. Meng Hao tidak hanya memulai perkelahian dengan Suku Heavenly Pursuit, tapi dengan seluruh aliansi!
"Kita punya tiga Patriark Pemotongan Roh. Orang ini... pasti mati!"
Tubuh Meng Hao lenyap. Saat muncul lagi, tangannya menyambar leher seorang Leluhur Suci totemik. Ini neo-iblis berbentuk manusia, yang setelah dicekik Meng Hao, meronta dengan ganas. Namun, karakter "Api 火" milik Meng Hao berpendar samar, membuat makhluk itu meledak dalam api hitam yang membakar dengan suhu tak terlukiskan, membuatnya memekik memilukan. Dalam sekejap mata, neo-iblis itu berubah menjadi abu yang beterbangan di angin.
Meng Hao bahkan tidak meliriknya. Setelah mendengar kata-kata Bapak Agung dan Imam Besar Heavenly Pursuit, mulutnya melengkung jadi senyum.
"Kalian menunggu Patriark Huyan si bodoh itu...?" katanya, memandang melintasi medan perang yang penuh sesak ke arah Bapak Agung, yang berjarak beberapa ratus meter.
Begitu pandangannya jatuh pada Bapak Agung berjubah ungu itu, semua bulu di tubuh lelaki itu berdiri, dan hatinya dipenuhi rasa krisis yang mematikan.
Saat ia memandang Meng Hao, pikirannya bergetar dan dipenuhi firasat buruk. Tindakannya menoleh ke arah Meng Hao sebenarnya sepenuhnya bawah sadar, tetapi begitu pandangan mereka bertemu, otak Bapak Agung Heavenly Pursuit dipenuhi rasa sakit hebat. Seolah mata Meng Hao adalah pisau tajam yang menusuk melalui matanya ke otaknya, bersiap melenyapkannya.
Darah mulai merembes dari mata, telinga, hidung, dan mulut Bapak Agung. Ia mulai mundur, matanya membelalak.
Meng Hao melangkah maju dan berkata, "Aku tidak tahu apakah Huyan si cecunguk itu akan datang. Tapi kau tidak akan ada di sini untuk mengetahuinya, itu pasti."
"Lindungi Bapak Agung!" seru anggota Suku di sekitarnya. Karena panik, mereka membentuk lingkaran pelindung di sekitar Bapak Agung. Banyak di antara mereka Kultivator Nascent Soul dan Leluhur Suci totemik.
Meng Hao tersenyum saat bergerak maju ke arah Bapak Agung.
Jalannya adalah jalan ledakan dan pemusnahan. Tidak seorang pun yang berdiri menghalanginya mampu menahannya walau sekejap. Jarinya terulur menyentuh dahi seorang Kultivator Nascent Soul. Darah mengalir dari mulut lelaki itu dan ia terlempar ke belakang. Saat lelaki itu meledak, Meng Hao sudah bergerak lebih dari tiga ratus meter. Ia mengibaskan lengan, dan karakter "Angin 风" muncul, berubah menjadi angin memekik yang langsung menjadi siklon. Angin itu mengamuk di sekitar Meng Hao, menghantam tujuh atau delapan Kultivator Nascent Soul dan Leluhur Suci totemik di sekitarnya. Darah menyembur dari mulut mereka dan mereka terlempar mundur.
Tidak ada satu orang pun di medan perang yang bisa melakukan apa pun untuk menghentikan Meng Hao. Ia melanjutkan tiga ratus meter lagi. Ia berisyarat ke kejauhan, dan seketika itu muncul tanah beku 土. Tanah itu menyebar cepat ke arah Kultivator di dekatnya. Suara berdentum terdengar ketika tubuh mereka bergetar lalu membeku total!
Meng Hao bergerak ketiga kalinya, tiga ratus meter lagi. Kini ia berada tepat di depan Bapak Agung yang mundur cepat. Bahkan saat orang-orang di sekitarnya langsung menyerbu menyerang, pandangan kosong di wajah Bapak Agung digantikan keputusasaan. Meng Hao mengangkat tangan dan mendorongnya ke depan.
"Logam 金!"
Sebagai jawaban atas satu kata itu, cahaya keemasan meledak di sekitar tangan kanan Meng Hao. Cahayanya memenuhi medan perang, dan dalam sekejap mata, Bapak Agung Suku Heavenly Pursuit berubah total menjadi patung emas.
Sebuah dentuman terdengar saat patung itu menghantam tanah di bawah, lalu diam tak bergerak. Ekspresi keputusasaan masih jelas di wajah lelaki itu.... Melihat itu, seluruh anggota Suku Heavenly Pursuit yang tersisa melongo. Tubuh mereka gemetar dan dipenuhi hawa dingin membeku.
Sebaliknya, anggota Suku Golden Crow semakin bergelora.
"Leluhur Suci!!"
"Leluhur Suci!!"
Raungan mereka bergema ke segala arah, penuh amarah dan kemarahan, juga tekad untuk memusnahkan Suku Heavenly Pursuit.
Kalian ingin memusnahkan Suku kami? Biarkan kami memusnahkan Suku KALIAN!
Permusuhan seperti itu tak bisa didamaikan. Sama sekali mustahil. Satu-satunya pilihan adalah garis darah salah satu Suku ini dihapus total dari tanah Langit Selatan!
Chapter 551: Dead end!
The massacre intensified!
The members of the Golden Crow Tribe emerged with excited roars. This was especially true of the old-timers who had accompanied Meng Hao through the migration. Their veins burned with passion as they recalled the blood and fire they had experienced on that long road years ago. Ah, the glory of life!
As for the new members of the Tribe who had appeared throughout the last hundred years, they too felt their blood boiling. It was almost like the stories that they had heard from the elder generation were suddenly playing out right in front of them. Except, it was all real!
They were no longer the Five Crow Divinity Tribes that needed the protection of Meng Hao’s neo-demon horde to survive. Even the great Heavenly Pursuit Tribe needed to exert all their power to destroy them.
Once they charged out in attack, their killing intent soaring up, and that old intrepid madness that existed deep in their bones once again exploded out.
Tens of thousands of Golden Crow Tribe Cultivators charged directly into battle, joined by the neo-demon horde, Big Hairy, the Wild Giant, their Nascent Soul experts, and totemic Sacred Ancients. They instantly slaughtered their way into the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe.
Booming roars filled the air. It was an awe-inspiring massacre.
Meng Hao hovered in mid air, looking down for a moment at the third black spike as it landed onto his palm. He put it away, and then looked around, his eyes glinting with a cold glow.
The Blood Mastiff roared, and then suddenly vanished. It didn’t kill anyone, but rather, transformed into a blinding red light that spread out like a gigantic blanket to cover the entire area.
The Heavenly Pursuit Tribe’s path of retreat was now completely sealed off!
The only strange thing was that before the mastiff transformed into the red seal, the parrot suddenly looked at it with gleaming eyes. It stared open-mouthed at the mastiff, its body trembling. A burning excitement suddenly appeared in its eyes.
Meanwhile, the seven Violet Sea Giants continued to crash their way across the battlefield. Reddish glows emanated out from them as, everywhere they went, Cultivators around them were exterminated. The hundreds of thousands of specters flew about, surrounded by icy coldness. Every place they visited on the battlefield, lives were extinguished.
This was a complete and utter bloodbath!
The members of the Golden Crow Tribe became a blade of butchery that savagely attacked with complete determination to secure revenge.
Meng Hao’s body flickered and he suddenly reappeared next to a Nascent Soul Cultivator. It was an old woman wearing a long, emerald robe. Her face was pale with shock because of everything that had happened. Meng Hao’s sudden arrival to the battle had left her completely shaken. She looked around at the slaughter going on, and her scalp went numb. She had been just about to flee when Meng Hao appeared next to her.
Her pupils constricted and she instantly bit down on her tongue and then spit out some blood. She slapped her bag of holding, causing ten magical items to appear in front of her. In this moment of critical danger, the old woman did not hold anything back. Along with the appearance of her magical items, all the power of her totems magically manifested, transforming into a variety of totems. At the same time, her body grew even more withered as she burned a large portion of her life force.
Rumbling surrounded the two of them. The old woman’s face grew fierce, whereas Meng Hao’s expression was cold. He did nothing to evade her attack, but simply strode forward and lifted his right hand into the air. The Devil Spear instantly shot forward.
The spear roared through the air, shattering the magical items, destroying the old woman’s totems. It stabbed into her forehead, passing completely through to the other side.
The old woman’s eyes went wide and she stared blankly at Meng Hao. Suddenly, her body exploded as her weakened Nascent Soul shot away in flight. Meng Hao reached out quickly with his left hand to grab it and crush it to pieces.
The sight of all this caused three totemic Sacred Ancients who had just been planning to launch a sneak attack, to gasp. Then they fell back in astonishment. Meng Hao turned his head, and his eyes flashed as if with electricity.
“Lightning,” he said. Considering the massacre being carried out on the battlefield around him, it seemed at first as if Meng Hao’s voice was not loud enough. However, in response, seven enormous lightning bolts suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
These were seven red-colored lightning bolts which were filled with the will of Heavenly Tribulation. At the same time, they also contained Meng Hao’s will. The lightning bolts shot toward the three totemic Sacred Ancients, filling the three neo-demons with astonishment. Without hesitation, they employed their various divine abilities, causing layers of multicolored lights to appear in the form of a shield. Demonic Qi also swept out.
However... in the blink of an eye, the three neo-demons let out miserable shrieks as the red lightning smashed through all of their magic. It didn’t matter if it was divine abilities or magical techniques; all were crushed like rotten wood. The three totemic Sacred Ancients were not able to avoid the seven bolts of red lightning, and were instantly inundated.
The sound of crashing thunder caused everything to shake. Everyone on the entire battlefield could see what was happening, and all of them gasped, faces filled with astonishment. [1. For some reason I really wanted to add a line here that said. “You could even say that they were... thunderstruck!”]
This was especially true of the members of the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe, most especially the Nascent Soul Cultivators and the totemic Sacred Ancients. Their faces fell and were filled with terror. Some of them even began to flee the battlefield. However, as soon as they slammed into the red barrier, they screamed, and their bodies dissolved.
This place... had long since turned into a complete dead end for them!
The High Priest of the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe was an archaic old man with the bearing of a transcendent being. He held an enormous wooden staff in his hand and wore a long, gray gown. Right now, though, he was trembling in his boots, and his eyes overflowed with despair. However, that despair quickly vanished, replaced with determination.
“Members of the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe, hold on just a little longer! The Patriarch will definitely come to save us!”
As his words drifted out across the battlefield, the members of the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe who had been so stricken with fear of Meng Hao, suddenly felt flickers of hope burning within their hearts.
“The Patriarch is currently on his way here!” cried the Greatfather. “He will eradicate this villain and destroy his Tribe. The Heavenly Pursuit Tribe will not fall!” The Greatfather was an ancient man who wore a long violet robe and whose eyes shone with a fierce light. His Cultivation base was similar to a totemic Sacred Ancient, and he was in the great circle of the Nascent Soul stage.
Zhang Wenzu took a deep breath. The words of the Greatfather and the High Priest caused his heart to calm a bit. His face grim, his eyes suddenly shone with derision as he looked across the battlefield toward Meng Hao.
“The Patriarch will definitely come,” he thought. “Then what will he do? We are one of the three great Tribes of the Heavenly Court Alliance. Meng Hao hasn’t picked a fight with just the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe, but the entire alliance!
“We have three Spirit Severing Patriarchs. This guy... is definitely going to die!”
Meng Hao’s body vanished. When he reappeared, his hand snaked out to latch around the neck of a totemic Sacred Ancient. This was a human-shaped neo-demon, which, after Meng Hao grabbed it, struggled fiercely. However, Meng Hao’s “Fire 火” character glowed faintly, causing the thing to burst into black flames that burned with an indescribable temperature, causing it to emit a blood-curdling scream. In the blink of an eye, the neo-demon was turned into nothing more than ash drifting in the wind.
Meng Hao didn’t even look at it. Having heard the words of the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe Greatfather and High Priest, his mouth twisted into a smile.
“You’re waiting for that cretin Patriarch Huyan...?” he said, looking across the crowded battlefield at the Greatfather, who was several hundred meters away.
The instant his gaze fell upon the violet-robed Greatfather, all the hair on the man’s body stood on end, and his heart filled with a sense of deadly crisis.
As he looked at Meng Hao, his mind trembled and filled with an ominous sense of foreboding. His action of looking over at Meng Hao was actually completely subconscious, but as soon as their gazes locked, the Heavenly Pursuit Greatfather’s brain filled with an intense pain. It was as if Meng Hao’s eyes were sharp knives that stabbed through his eyes into his brain, preparing to eradicate him.
Blood began to ooze out of the Greatfather’s eyes, ears, nose and mouth. He started backing up, his eyes widening.
Meng Hao took a step forward and said, “I have no idea whether or not that patsy Huyan will be coming. But you won’t be here to find out, of that I’m certain.”
“Protect the Greatfather!” cried the surrounding Tribe members. Alarmed, they formed a protective circle around the Greatfather. Many of the group were Nascent Soul Cultivators and totemic Sacred Ancients.
Meng Hao smiled as he moved forward toward the Greatfather.
His path was one of explosions and annihilation. No one who stood in his way was able to impede him for even a moment. His finger reached out to tap on the forehead of a Nascent Soul Cultivator. Blood poured from the man’s mouth and he was sent tumbling backward. By the time he exploded, Meng Hao had already moved more than three hundred meters. He flicked his sleeve, and the character “Wind 风” appeared, transforming into a screaming wind that instantly became a cyclone. It raged out around Meng Hao, slamming into seven or eight nearby Nascent Soul Cultivators and totemic Sacred Ancients. Blood sprayed from their mouths and they were sent flying back.
There was not a single person on the battlefield who could do anything to stop Meng Hao. He proceeded forward another three hundred meters. He gestured off into the distance, and immediately, a frosty soil 土 appeared. It spread out rapidly toward the nearby Cultivators. Booming sounds could be heard as their bodies quivered and then completely froze!
Meng Hao moved a third time, another three hundred meters. By this time, he was directly in front of the rapidly retreating Greatfather. Even as the people surrounding him instantly charged in attack, the blank look on the Greatfather’s face was replaced with despair. Meng Hao lifted his hand up and pushed forward.
“Metal 金!”
In response to this single word, a golden light exploded up around Meng Hao’s right hand. The glow of it filled the battlefield, and, in the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe Greatfather was completely transformed into a statue of gold.
A bang rang out as the statue slammed into the ground below, where it came to rest, unmoving. The look of despair was still clear on the man’s face.... The sight of it caused all of the remaining Heavenly Pursuit Tribe members to gape. Their bodies trembled and were filled with icy coldness.
The Golden Crow Tribe members, on the other hand, were growing even more excited.
“Sacred Ancient!!”
“Sacred Ancient!!”
Their roars echoed out in all directions, filled with anger and indignation, as well as their determination to eradicate the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe.
You want to wipe out our Tribe? Allow us to wipe out YOURS!
Such enmity could not be reconciled. It was simply impossible to do so. The only option was for the bloodlines of one of these Tribes to be completely removed from the lands of South Heaven!
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