12dz Chapter 137 Red Bird Fan
Chapter 137 Red Bird Fan
Our side is outnumbered, with only one man and one horse remaining, while the enemy is overwhelmingly powerful. The two wolves, united in their hatred of the enemy, are charging forward with unstoppable momentum.
Inside the encirclement.
Pei Buqi, Bai Lang, Zhu Hecheng, Su Zhixiu, and Pei Shihou were only five people, while there were still seven or eight giant wolves attacking them.
This situation looks very dangerous. The disparity in strength between us and the enemy is huge. We can't engage in a team fight, and it's unwise to fight head-on. We should maneuver and observe the winds.
Just now.
In the middle of the arena, the seven or eight giant wolves also breathed out at the same time, forming a thick white fog that blew towards the trapped people.
Yang Silang thought to himself, "This is bad."
Even with the Great Azure Demon's power protecting him, this icy aura still left him somewhat disheveled, and now everyone is probably in danger.
Pei Shihou's death is not a pity, but it is a shame that others were buried with him.
If this group is wiped out, he can only urge Da Qing to run away at full speed. As for charging into the circle to rescue people, he is not a Mercury Blood Grandmaster and is not crazy enough to do that.
"Haha... You've killed me all the way here, let's see how I send you to the afterlife!" Pei Shihou's wild laughter suddenly came from the white mist, and he suddenly swung the small fan in his hand downwards with great force!
call!
A flame appeared out of nowhere, spinning rapidly around its center and quickly expanding into a fiery whirlwind, within which dozens of firebirds seemed to soar, and immediately swooped outwards!
These firebirds flew out and pounced on the giant wolves around them. The once majestic wolves immediately fell to the ground, howling in agony as flames erupted from their bodies, burning them to a crisp within moments.
As for the ordinary snow wolves, the firebird only needed to flap its wings and a few sparks fall to burn their flesh and kill them.
In the blink of an eye, the roles of prey and hunter were reversed, and a hundred or so wolves became silent, burning pillars of fire, spreading across the land on the opposite bank of the Black Sand River.
The two giant wolves that were originally preparing to attack Yang Silang were not affected by the firebird because they were still far away. The two wolves whimpered, tucked their tails between their legs, and darted into the forest to escape. The mournful howls of wolves echoed through the woods, as if they were seeing off their dead companions.
In just a few breaths, the tide of battle turned.
Yang Silang nudged the donkey's belly, and Daqing, very cleverly, stood upright on its hind legs, twisted and turned its body, turning around very naturally. Just now, it was definitely not preparing to run away on the bridge.
A firebird flew towards the bridge as if chasing the two giant wolves, circled above the trees for a few moments, and then flew back, apparently having lost them.
"Um?"
Yang Silang felt that the firebird seemed to be carrying a trace of killing intent towards him.
Having cultivated his divine soul, he was most sensitive to this, and his whole body tensed up immediately.
Fortunately, the firebird only flew by briefly before disappearing into the air, as the power of the treasure had dissipated.
Having survived the ordeal, everyone immediately gathered together.
Pei Shihou's face was deathly pale, but he continued to laugh maniacally.
His fan had turned a bright red and was glaringly bright. Even though he had only bitten a small hole in it, the fan almost drained him of his blood before it was able to start.
Of course, its power was also astonishing; except for two that escaped, it could be said to have wiped out the entire wolf pack.
Pei Shihou only had simple control after releasing them; otherwise, those two giant wolves wouldn't have been able to escape.
In the blink of an eye, Pei Shihou's team of ten, including his two henchmen, was wiped out, leaving him all alone.
In addition, Pei Buqi and several others who charged into the enemy lines also sustained injuries.
Yang Silang himself was unharmed, except that his iron spear was a little bent, but that didn't matter; he could just pick up a large spear from a dead man on the ground and use it.
He dismounted and first moved the two ice sculptures over.
Fortunately, Zhuang Sheng and Ji Jin could still move their eyes under the thin ice, though their faces were flushed red. Yang Silang poked two holes under their noses so they could breathe and catch their breath.
The two breathed in the air, their blood and qi circulated, they shook off the ice crystals all over their bodies, and their internal energy flowed, barely restoring their mobility, but they had little fighting power for the time being.
The crowd gathered together.
Pei Shihou was half-dead, bleeding profusely; Zhuang Shengji was chilled; and the others had injuries that needed to be treated.
Yang Silang, on the contrary, was unharmed. He picked up the newly acquired gun and rode his big blue horse around the field to keep watch.
"What a pity..." Ji Jinliang, his lips purple from the cold, looked at the wolf carcasses scattered on the ground with a heartbroken expression. "This fire was too fierce!"
"These snow wolves are worthless, but the giant wolf is a mutated ice-breath wolf. Its pelt is perfect for making talismans, and Daoist cultivators will pay a high price to buy it."
"Now it's all destroyed, oh, and there's one more..."
The only exception was the giant wolf that Yang Silang killed by shooting it through the eye. Because it was already dead, no firebirds descended to ravage it, and it was left with a complete corpse.
The ground was filled with the aroma of wolf meat. Yang Silang patrolled on his big green horse, carefully keeping watch on both sides with his spear in hand.
This place is now on the other side of the river. If it weren't for that ancient tree lying across the river, the two sides of the river would be an insurmountable chasm. The surrounding area is densely wooded, and there are rolling mountains in the distance, as if it were a completely different world.
As Yang Silang surveyed his surroundings, his steed, Daqing, was also very busy. It carried its master around, but once the route was outlined, it was quite obvious that it was circling around the dozen or so roasted, fragrant giant wolves.
Before anyone could notice, it lowered its head, stretched its neck, and opened its mouth. Its teeth were sharp and pointed. It picked at the ripe heads of the giant wolves, sucking and slurping away the brains. Then it sucked and slurped away a pair of eyeballs, eating with great pleasure.
By the time the other mounts, the black steed, the blue horse, and the iron-hoofed horse, reacted, the giant wolves were reduced to mere torsos, and they too rushed to snatch the food.
Monster meat is highly nutritious; it's very beneficial for them to eat it.
Moreover, Pei's barbecue was just right, grilling the meat until it was tender, fragrant, and melted in your mouth—it was incredibly delicious.
Not to mention the mounts snatching food from each other's mouths.
After a short while, the people in the arena recovered their true energy and blood, regained their fighting strength, and hurriedly got up to get busy with their own tasks.
Pei Buqi and Zhuang Sheng worked together to skin the still intact giant wolf, which was a decent outcome.
Bai Lang and his companions selected a fully cooked giant wolf, cut off pieces of its flesh, and packed them into bags as dry rations.
Once everything was settled, everyone hurriedly spurred their horses forward and left, as the stench of blood here was too strong and might attract other monsters.
in this way.
The group hurried forward, urging their horses onward with all their might for half an hour before they felt relieved.
The surrounding environment has changed drastically. The mountains that were originally far away are now close by. However, strangely, the vegetation on the mountains is not lush. Where there should have been many trees, only large pits remain, as if they have been uprooted by some unknown force.
It was already dark.
The blue sun that had been hanging in the sky for a whole day had not set at all; it was still suspended in the air, but now it was emitting white light, acting as the moon.
From the jungle behind, occasional mournful cries could be heard, and the figures of two surviving white giant wolves could be vaguely seen moving among them.
Yang Silang frowned.
Normally, with the wolf pack almost wiped out, the surviving giant wolves should have kept their distance and dared not approach. So why did these two giant wolves follow them from a distance?
If it's about revenge, it doesn't seem like it. The balance of power has been reversed. How can two wolves possibly defeat eight people?
Pei Shihou, as expected of the Little Demon King, lost two of his followers and all his original teammates, leaving him the only survivor in the team. Yet, he continued to chat and laugh as if nothing had happened.
On several occasions, he even rode alongside Yang Silang, making conversation even when there was nothing to say, as if he had truly forgotten all past grievances.
Night had fallen, and the group urgently needed to find a campsite for the night. Ahead lay a series of mountains, their depths unknown, resembling an earthen dragon lying prone on the ground, its body stretching for miles.
The group estimated that it might take several hours to get out, so they dared not go into the mountains and instead found a sheltered spot at the foot of the mountain.
The group split into several teams and went out to hunt in different areas. They even brought back a few tigers and leopards. After confirming that there was no danger, they found a water source. Bai Lang tested the water with the freshwater fish he carried with him and found that it was not poisonous. He then fetched some water for his mount.
Everyone pitched in to light a bonfire, roasted meat and shared it, and drank spring water to soothe their throats.
Pei Shihou was pale from excessive blood loss, but as the most respected person among them, he still sat cross-legged in the center, with the great weapon that had killed the wolves today placed between his legs, never letting it out of his sight.
He smiled, appearing quite relaxed, but his eyes swept over the crowd with a scrutinizing intent, and he occasionally gripped the fan tightly, clearly indicating that he might not be as confident as he appeared.
The fan, named Crimson Bird Fan, is a treasure made from ancestral blood. It is considered a powerful tool for Daoist cultivators. In essence, it is a killing weapon crafted by the Pei family and prepared specifically for their core disciples. Its power can be activated at the cost of blood.
In this way, regardless of whether the protected disciple is proficient in Taoist arts, it can be confirmed that the Red Bird Fan will be used.
Of course, such ancestral blood treasures are rare even among aristocratic families, because their production costs are enormous, almost enough to forge a magic weapon, but they can only exert the power of a second-rate treasure.
Moreover, after use, it must be returned to its ancestral home for nurturing; continuous use may cause it to be completely destroyed.
Pei Buqi whispered to Yang Silang through the bottom of this thing.
True masters wouldn't bother with that; they would use extremely high-quality materials to create a low-powered weapon, achieving twice the result with half the effort—truly spending a lot of money for a small gain.
Therefore, even aristocratic families wouldn't have many of these things. If they were to use them, they would definitely prepare them for their direct descendants who hadn't yet grown up.
Logically speaking, Pei Shihou was only a son of a concubine and was not qualified to use the Crimson Bird Fan. One could guess how much effort his favored concubine mother had put into getting it from the Pei clan leader.
The group was halfway through their meal.
Pei Shihou twisted the leather bag hanging from his waist again, and a faint humming sound came from inside.
He slapped his forehead, as if suddenly realizing something.
"You little bastard, you're hungry!"
He chuckled and opened the bag, grabbing and pulling out a snow-white meatball. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a giant wolf cub.
Its fur appears snow-white at first glance, but when it twists its body, the tips of its fur are as if plated with a layer of bright silver, which is very dazzling and beautiful. Obviously, this cub has an extraordinary bloodline and unlimited potential in the future.
Pei Shihou, with his perverse sense of humor, roasted the giant wolf meat he had previously cut off and fed it to the cub.
The cub had an amazing sense of smell. It smelled the familiar scent, turned its head and cried out, tears streaming down its face, refusing to eat. Pei Shihou suddenly turned ruthless and forced the meat strip into the cub's mouth.
Ji Jinliang, eager to curry favor with the Pei family, had already moved closer at just the right moment and exclaimed in amazement.
"Legend has it that when the Ice Breath Giant Wolf gives birth to cubs, there is a one in ten thousand chance that they will produce pure demon blood silver wolf cubs, which will surely grow into great demons."
"This wolf cub has shiny silver fur all over its body, could it be a silver wolf cub?"