Infinite Professions

Chapter 350 - 182: Magician (2)

The Three Strongholds Bandits also divided their forces; besides Wang Po who was pursuing Song Wu and others, several leaders took over a hundred bandits to attack the Four-sided Tower.

But how could these hundred bandits withstand the hundreds of young adults from Little Huang Village? Not to mention, there were dozens of Yellow Turban Warriors leading the charge, making it so that with one touch, the hundred bandits were quickly overturned.

Soon, the hundreds of young adults from Little Huang Village took over the high walls of the four sides, completely surrounding Wang Po and the others who had entered the village.

"Not good!"

"We’ve been tricked!"

Liang Erjiang’s complexion changed, and the other leaders were also alarmed, all casting their gazes towards Wang Po.

Wang Po was as cold as ice, seemingly unmoved, yet deep within her eyes, there were traces of shock.

They were deceived!

The Daoist Soldiers of Little Huang Village were far more than thirty or forty.

They hid their troops in the tower, only sent thirty or forty people to confront the enemy, then pretended to retreat, luring them into the village, and then sprang their trap, as the remaining dozens of Daoist Soldiers together with hundreds of young adults fiercely surged out, forming a siege, intending to trap them like turtles in a jar.

Wang Po instantly saw through their plan.

But there was one thing she couldn’t comprehend!

Where did a Village Land God gain so much divine power?

Both the fertile land with harvest blessings, rapidly building the Dock Fortress, and granting strength through Divine Strikes; it’s said that over the years, many wandering souls and ghosts were recruited into the temple as attendants, along with various livestock and population issues, and now resisting the evil spirits in the mountains using the Magic Realm—all these things had to be supported by divine power.

Where did he get so much divine power?

Just relying on the incense offerings of Little Huang Village?

Impossible, even when Qingxi Town had over two thousand people, the local Land God didn’t have divine power to squander like this!

I can’t understand it, totally can’t understand it!

But at this moment, understanding or not, is no longer the key.

"Retreat!!!"

Glancing at the brick-sealed fortress with no gaps even at the dome, and the densely packed Yellow Turban Warriors and young villagers from all directions, Wang Po gritted her teeth, decisively retreating with over ten Five Immortals Gang magicians and bandits from Black Cloud Village.

This time, there were only two choices.

Either use force to attack, break the Land God Temple, destroy the Land God Statue inside, cutting off the connection with the Divine Being methodically, thus dispersing the Divine Strike magic, making the Daoist Soldiers and villagers helpless.

But that extremely secure inner fortress, immediately extinguished this thought for Wang Po.

How to attack?

This is simply a turtle shell, incredibly tough, impossible to breach quickly.

Furthermore, being guests in enemy’s land, under their Magic Realm, who knows what other tricks Little Huang Village’s Land God has?

Even without any tricks, just the Daoist Soldiers and hundreds of young adults could wear them down like ants biting an elephant.

So, we can only retreat!

Leading the charge when attacking, also leading whilst retreating, Wang Po led the dozen or so Five Immortals Gang magicians back from the original path, rushing straight at the eastern high wall.

"Release!!!"

On the high wall, people stood everywhere, some pulling bows and arrows, others throwing torches to ignite the prepared tung oil on the ground, instantly forming a wall of fire, blocking the bandits’ path.

There were even traps on the ground, filled with wooden stakes and sharp spikes. Many bandits, unguarded, fell into them and were skewered.

Even those who didn’t fall into traps faced arrows and fire walls, cries of agony were constant.

Over two hundred bandits hadn’t reached the wall before more than half were dead or wounded, an incredibly tragic sight.

But Wang Po, not turning back despite crashing into a dead end, though suffering heavy casualties, showed no sign of changing direction.

Thus, she indeed led over ten Five Immortals Gang magicians to the wall, facing obstacles of arrow rain and fire walls, with evil techniques enabling invulnerability to blades and weapons, they fearlessly leapt towards escaping the wall.

Not expecting...

"Buzz!"

In the void, a flash of gold, seemingly a divine being appeared briefly, wearing a Land God’s Robe, with hands behind, gathering Earth Qi to form an Exorcism Skill.

"Bang!!!"

Wang Po and the group of Five Immortals Gang magicians attempting to leap over the high wall felt as if they hit something in the air, flipping directly down; some fell into the flames, invulnerable bodies ignited by fire, screaming out loud, but no one could save them, quickly turning into charred corpses.

"Ah!!!"

Witnessing this, Wang Po was devastated, screaming sharply in grief.

She didn’t care about the casualties of Black Cloud Village but greatly cherished these Five Immortals Gang magicians who practiced and risked life together.

This is her brother!

"Kill!!!"

Wang Po screamed, the sound wave rippling through the air, causing the strong youths of Little Huang Village nearby to collapse in pain. Only the Yellow Turban Warriors, protected by Divine Power, could bear it. Song Wu and Song Ying, who had rushed from behind, decisively attacked Wang Po and the Five Immortals Sorcerer.

"Puff!!!"

With a muffled sound, Song Wu thrust out his spear, piercing the heart of a Five Immortals Sorcerer directly.

The power of the Five Immortals, the magic of demons, was futile.

"The Land God shows his power!"

Seeing this, Song Wu immediately shouted, boosting the morale of the Yellow Turban Warriors, who fiercely attacked the remaining Five Immortals Sorcerers.

The evil technique is broken!

Just now, Shen Hex had made his move, using the Land Exorcism Skill, backed by the power of the Land Realm, to break the Five Poison Evil Technique on these sorcerers.

So now, they are no longer invulnerable to blades and spears, and the Yellow Turban Warriors can slaughter them at will.

Song Wu and Song Ying, swords and spears forward, quickly cut down two or three of the Five Immortals Sorcerers onto the ground.

In anger, Wang Po turned back, finding that there were fewer than ten Five Immortals Sorcerers left beside her, while the Daoist Soldiers, wielding swords and spears, advanced to annihilate them all.

"Ah!!!"

Driven to desperation, Wang Po released her pent-up evil power with a scream.

The Land Exorcism Skill, a Third-rank Divine Skill, has the effect of suppressing evil techniques and spirits. In the Magic Realm, it is even more powerful. Even though these Five Immortals Sorcerers have cultivated for years and are half-living, half-human, half-ghost beings comparable to True Qi Martial Artists, they still cannot withstand it and are restored to their original forms.

But Wang Po is not among them.

She is not a Tier Two Sorcerer but a Tier Three Mage, comparable to a Gang Qi Grandmaster’s Tier Three Mage.

Fifty years ago, they committed a major crime in Baixi Village, startling the Jinyang Mansion God to form an alliance. A heavy army was dispatched to besiege them, and a Confucian Martial Sect accompanied them.

Restricted by the world, Gang Qi Grandmasters are the top existence in the Mortal World. That Confucian Martial Sect has deeply studied Confucianism, blessed by Vast Righteous Qi, making it easy to break such evil cultivating sorcerers as her.

But even so, the other side ultimately could not capture her.

Why?

Because she is also Tier Three.

Not a Martial Sect, but a Mage, a Grandmaster among sorcerers, capable of extraordinary means of escape.

Now once again trapped in a desperate situation, she uses her means again, her evil power intensely erupting, breaking through the restrictions of the Land Exorcism Skill, then swiftly breaking through like a black whirlwind directly towards Song Wu and Song Ying.

"Bang!!!"

With a clanging sound, the swords and spears broke simultaneously. Though golden light flickered, guarding their bodies at the crucial moment, the brothers were still thrown several yards away and struggled to rise momentarily.

"Die!!!"

Having lost several Five Immortals Sorcerers to their hands, Wang Po’s intent to kill needs no elaboration. Armed with two scimitars, she charged towards Song Wu, intending to behead him, blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

"Third Brother!!!"

Falling to the ground, unable to get up, Song Ying exclaimed, while the severely injured Song Wu also struggled desperately. But how could he resist a Five Immortals Mage who had used Forbidden Evil Techniques, having his Divine Power broken and suffering severe injuries?

His body had yet to rise when the black wind arrived, Wang Po swiftly approaching, her twin blades like snakes, aiming straight for Song Wu’s neck.

Amidst life and death...

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, with a cold snort, Song Wu’s body trembled, and his consciousness plunged into darkness.

His consciousness fell into darkness, but his body did not lose control. Instead, golden light erupted in his pupils.

The golden light flared, his body abruptly rising, his right hand moving to his waist, drawing a long sword from its sheath, its gleam appearing in a way and trajectory difficult for ordinary people to comprehend.

How to describe this sword?

Only as stunning!

As graceful as a startled swan, as fluid as a wandering dragon, like a fleeting glimpse of a rare blossom, a life ended in an instant.

Fallen on the ground, Song Ying, along with the group of Strongmen behind, only felt a blur before their eyes. When everything cleared again, the heavily injured Third Brother, Song Wu, was already ahead, one hand behind his back, the other pointing a sword at the ground, a drop of dark red blood thickly falling from its tip.

Looking back, Wang Po stood rigid, gripping her twin blades tightly, her eyes wide with terror, gazing disbelievingly ahead, her lips quivering to speak with difficulty: "You, you...!"

"Puff!!!"

The final words remained unspoken, interrupted by a muffled sound as a blood mark appeared on her neck, the dark red gush spraying like a pump, causing her to stagger back face up, finally collapsing heavily after a few steps.