Chapter 579 - 541: The Old Hall Master of the Azure Dragon Hall, Wen Yangxi

Chapter 579: Chapter 541: The Old Hall Master of the Azure Dragon Hall, Wen Yangxi

Beast tides are generally caused by one of two things.

First, a passive migration caused by a Beast King or a cultivator purposefully driving out an overpopulation of Demon Beasts from a specific region.

Second, an active migration where Demon Beasts move of their own accord, lured by Celestial and Earthly Treasures or driven by changes in food supply, climate, or habitat.

Therefore.

By exploiting these two principles, anyone could easily incite a massive beast tide.

And that was exactly what the Mist Rain Tower had done.

They weren’t using ordinary fresh blood, but Essence Blood refined from mortals, cultivators, and beasts. They had struck the Spiritual Boats in the sky, turning them into what the Demon Beasts saw as Spirit Treasures, targets, and food!

Then, with the activation of a Magical Artifact...

...they created a beast tide that swept across the entire state.

The thick, bloody scent spreading wantonly on the wind and the overwhelming horde of Demon Beasts caused everyone’s faces to drain of color in horror.

From within the mountains and rivers, wave after wave of Demon Beast armies emerged. In the eyes of countless people, they quickly merged into a black ocean, surging forward to blot out the sky. No one could count how many Demon Beasts there were, nor could anyone imagine how utterly horrifying the scene before them was!

It was as if all other sounds between heaven and earth had vanished, leaving only the WHIRRING RUSTLE of flapping wings and the thundering of hooves and claws on the ground.

The Chu State Mountain Range was vast and complex.

No one knew just how many Demon Beasts were hidden within this region, but at this moment, everyone had the same feeling: it was as if every single Demon Beast in the entire Chu State had been mobilized.

The cultivators of the Primordial Sect and Star-Picking Sect, who just a moment ago had been looking down on the Mist Rain Tower with utter disdain from their Spiritual Boats, now felt as if they had been plunged into an icy abyss. The endless mountains and forests were gone, replaced in the blink of an eye by multicolored clouds formed from countless wings.

WOOOO—

The call of the Horn grew ever louder and more piercing.

In the blink of an eye, innumerable flying beasts swarmed into the sky, a dense, dark mass rushing toward the Spiritual Boats.

"What are you all standing around for? Return fire, now!"

Standing on the deck, Chen Che’s powerful voice immediately jolted the dazed and terrified Jinyun Valley cultivators back to their senses.

He took two deep breaths, then turned to Meng Changtu and the others.

"All Golden Cores, hold your positions! The enemy’s Golden Cores haven’t shown themselves yet. If we attack rashly, we’ll just become targets. They’re definitely waiting for us to make a move and reveal an opening. There may be a lot of these Demon Beasts, but they can’t get close to us!"

Chen Che was not the only one to make this decision.

The Golden Core cultivators on the other Spiritual Boats also chose to hold their ground and wait.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Although the cultivators counterattacked immediately, they were simply no match for the sheer number of Demon Beasts. A dark, oppressive wave crashed against the Shields, making a sound like a swarm of summer insects hitting a lampshade.

The active Array not only provided defense but also had a killing function; any Demon Beast that crashed into it was instantly torn to shreds.

But there wasn’t a moment’s pause.

The cultivators controlling the Array frantically poured in their True Essence, not having a single moment to catch their breath.

’There are too many Demon Beasts,’

was the only thought in the mind of every cultivator on the Spiritual Boat. If the boat didn’t have an Array, they would have been submerged in an instant.

"I fear these Demon Beasts aren’t just from Chu State. They might have come from other territories as well." Meng Qianxun clutched the Horn, his expression grave as he surveyed their surroundings. "They had three months. They could have prepared so much. I don’t know how the others are holding up against this horde."

However, the old man’s words served as a reminder to Chen Che.

He suddenly realized that not only was their line of sight completely blocked by Demon Beasts, but even their Divine Sense was being deflected. The hundreds of Spiritual Boats from the Primordial Sect and Star-Picking Sect had been unknowingly separated from one another.

’This is bad! They’re trying to pick us off one by one!’

As Chen Che snapped back to his senses, he felt two surging waves of Demon Qi rushing toward them. Without a moment’s hesitation, he roared in a deep voice,

"Jingfeng!"

SCREEE—

The Little Chick flipped its wings and let out a sharp eagle’s cry.

The piercing sound wave transformed into a mighty tide, sweeping out in all directions. The full-throated cry of a Golden Core Sixth Layer Xuan Peng—how terrifying was its might? The Demon Beasts swarming the Spiritual Boat were instantly blasted apart, exploding into a mist of blood.

Many of the flying beasts were frozen for a split second by the suppression of its bloodline.

But that moment was instantly shattered by a tremendous crash.

BOOM—

Two cyan shadows shot into the air, their enormous bodies ruthlessly shouldering aside the swarms of Demon Beasts to dominate everyone’s field of vision.

They were two bizarre Demon Beasts with serpentine bodies, each sporting a pair of wings, four eyes, and two claws. Flanking the boat from the left and right, they closed in. Their four claws, descending like a cage from the heavens, pressed down on the Spiritual Boat at the same instant.

The sharp, massive claws gripped the Spiritual Boat’s cyan Shield, sending sparks flying everywhere.

At the same time, they beat their wings and forced their claws downward.

The hovering Spiritual Boat, caught in the crushing grip of the two beasts, was instantly struck as if by a massive wave and flipped halfway over. It then plummeted toward the ground like a kite with a snapped string.

The cultivators on the Spiritual Boat felt their world turn upside down. They desperately clung to the ship’s railings, to their companions, to anything within reach, doing everything in their power not to be thrown off.

"Those are Clawed Flood Dragons, descendants of the Suan Yu!"

Meng Qianxun’s eyes narrowed as he cried out in shock, "The one controlling these two Demon Beasts is the Old Hall Master of the Mist Rain Tower’s Azure Dragon Hall!"

The Mist Rain Tower was primarily composed of four great Halls: the Vermilion Bird, the Xuanwu, the Cyan Dragon, and the White Tiger.