Free Web NovelLu Yibei knew very well that even if she controlled the Qingyi Tiannv authority derived from Goddess Ba...
Even if Goddess Ba had revealed everything before her eyes...
Even if she had accumulated rich experience when condensing the White Wolf Spirit Mark...
It was still by no means easy to condense a Spirit Mark based on Goddess Ba's authority.
The difficulty of condensing Goddess Ba's Spirit Mark was at least several times higher than condensing the White Wolf Spirit Mark with a high-quality visualization like the Quanrong Hunting Chart and Spiritual Energy assistance highly compatible with the Spirit Mark, such as the power of the Hundred-Armed Giant.
It was like asking a novice who had just finished C language programming to complete a high-quality independent game within a limited time. Even if the programming barely passed, the art and copywriting would be enough to give one a headache.
In the past, Lu Yibei would never have considered something with a success rate of less than ten percent.
But...
She wanted to live, both now and in the distant future.
This urgent desire to live was not supported by much love or hate, nor was it about righteousness; it was merely due to countless seemingly insignificant ties pulling at her.
She hadn't found Jiang Li yet to personally make her a delicious meal.
The outing plan promised to Smelly Girl had not yet materialized.
Old Dad's remnant soul was still trapped deep within Li Gate, and she hadn't been able to rescue it.
Would Shui Ge and Chief Inspector Xing finally get together?
She wondered if Hua Sang had successfully fished out that Big King.
The entanglements and misunderstandings with Xiao Hua hadn't been resolved either.
And Shen Baiwei, who had been abducted to the past, hadn't been sent back.
If the Disaster Witch were gone, Hua City would surely fall into chaos again, and those Little Freaks would probably once again become targets for powerful urban legend to bully, right?
Uncle Zhang Shan's source of materials was also completely gone.
Boss Hu's longed-for scholar was probably still nowhere to be found.
And...
Unconsciously, Lu Yibei was no longer the same as when her eyes had just regained sight. Back then, she simply feared death and tried every possible way to survive.
But now, for the sake of countless ties, even if there was only a one-thousandth or one-ten-thousandth chance of survival, she would steal that power from the embers left by ancient gods!
So... let's begin! Lu Yibei thought fiercely, gazing at the flame before her.
The next moment, she emptied her mind, allowing the scene she had glimpsed earlier to occupy her thoughts, then activated her Spiritual Energy, and under the guidance of her consciousness, she meticulously depicted the figure of Goddess Ba.
However, this first attempt, before it even had time to complete a full beginning, was shattered in an instant as Goddess Ba's incomparable figure caused a faint ripple in Lu Yibei's consciousness.
But...
Lu Yibei never thought she would succeed on the first try.
If not once, then a hundred times; if not a hundred times, then a thousand, ten thousand times!
Until... complete success!
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Just as Lu Yibei began to attempt to condense the Spirit Mark of Goddess Ba's authority, besides Chatterbox Girl, there was another woman who was suffering because of her: Shen Baiwei.
After breaking free from The Serpent of the Years' authority, temporarily correcting the errors left by the Tethys Laboratory staff's modifications, and restoring her Spirit Mark authority to its proper course, she immediately used her newly acquired ability on Lu Yibei, who had fallen into an uncontrollable state.
Shen Baiwei originally thought that with her newly acquired, miraculous ability, she could awaken Lu Yibei in one fell swoop, but she quickly realized she was wrong.
“Wake up, Disaster!”
As she used her new ability to transmit this call from the moment the Disaster's portrait was completed in the small notebook until now, the Disaster did indeed escape its uncontrollable state for a short period, but...
She had escaped control, but why wasn't she waking up?
When in doubt, just sleep, huh?
Was it really appropriate to sleep through such a critical moment?
Shen Baiwei thought, looking down at the unconscious Lu Yibei in her arms with a resentful expression, then frowned as she saw the remnants of tribal warriors, chosen by the Shaman King, gradually gathering around her.
Facts proved that pain did not disappear out of thin air; it merely transferred from some people to others.
When the Disaster was out of control and rampaging, the pain transferred from the Disaster to those tribal warriors, and when the Disaster fell into a coma, those tribal warriors whose minds were clouded by battle intent and anger lost their target, and the pain transferred from them to Shen Baiwei.
On the ravaged battlefield.
Shen Baiwei, carrying the unconscious Lu Yibei, darted about, observing the severely wounded tribal warriors who, if they were ordinary people, would have died long ago, gradually approaching her, her heart pounding like a drum.
Was she going to fight a hundred alone?
Are you kidding me? I'm not the Disaster!
How could an assassin compare to a berserker in frontal combat? Shen Baiwei thought.
Breaking free from The Serpent of the Years' authority was not without side effects. As the restraint was lifted, those abilities derived from The Serpent of the Years seemed unwilling to yield, acting petulantly and also becoming restricted.
Changes in a Psychic's abilities were not like resetting and reallocating skills in a game, where you just click and instantly master them.
This was like a child who had just learned to walk wanting to run; although their legs were indeed their own, running still required long periods of practice.
With old abilities restricted and new ones not yet mastered, Shen Baiwei's strength was naturally significantly affected, and she dared not act rashly.
In this situation, facing the siege of nearly a hundred fearless tribal warriors, who seemed like zombies that wouldn't fall unless their bodies were completely destroyed, Shen Baiwei could barely ensure her and Lu Yibei's safety. Defeating them all was almost impossible.
“Damn it!” Shen Baiwei, as if venting her anger, fiercely poked the unconscious Lu Yibei, gnashing her teeth, “You're as heavy as a dead pig. If only you could exert some strength yourself, or...”
Or if my Spirit Mark authority were complete enough, we wouldn't be in such a difficult situation, would we? Shen Baiwei added in her heart.
When fragments of the Tethys Laboratory doctors' conversations surfaced in her ears just now, and the fear from the depths of her soul arose upon hearing those fragments, Shen Baiwei had a strong premonition that one day, she would return to that laboratory that had brought her endless Nightmares.
Her intuition and the strong sense of emptiness conveyed by her Spirit Mark authority told her that she had left something particularly important in the Tethys Laboratory.
It was something that could make the Tethys Laboratory doctors fear, and they would not hesitate to tamper with and erase her memories, using The Serpent of the Years' authority to interfere with and destroy her original Spirit Mark authority, just to hide it.
And that item would be the sharp weapon to support her in completely destroying the Tethys Laboratory and completing her revenge!
Of course, the prerequisite was being able to escape from the current predicament...
Shen Baiwei glanced at the tribal warriors, who looked like evil spirits crawling out of the depths of hell, and shook her head.
Just then, a chaotic sound of hooves came from afar, and the ground trembled.
It seemed a large group of people and horses were approaching.
The next moment, drums thundered.
In the distance, on the city wall of Yumen Pass, Dragon Tang heard the familiar drumbeats, activated his Spiritual Energy, and shouted at the top of his lungs towards Shen ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Baiwei on the battlefield.
“Miss Shen! Hurry into the city, the Shaman King is coming!”
Upon hearing this, Shen Baiwei's face instantly turned pale.
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Five li away.
A troop of soldiers marched across the desert. Looking through the sand and dust kicked up by the horses' hooves, there were about three hundred people.
Their black armor was almost all broken, and more than half of them were wounded, but they were not affected at all, galloping like the wind.
This Long Xiang Army cavalry troop was led by Dragon Xiang, responsible for confronting the Shaman King's elite army and luring the Shaman King to Yumen Pass.
They had fought their way from the garrison, and even with early ambushed reinforcements along the way, they suffered heavy casualties, their numbers sharply reduced from over 1,200 to just over 300.
And to allow these three hundred-plus people to successfully reach this place, even more reinforcements and righteous warriors recruited by Dragon Xiang had fallen in the endless Gobi Desert, never again having the chance to see Yumen Pass, to see where their homes were...
It was clear how terrifying the monsters under the Shaman King's command were.
After another two li of galloping, the army stopped as Dragon Xiang, who was leading, raised his hand to signal a halt.
In less than half an incense stick's time, they would reach Yumen Pass. Before that, they would take one last, brief rest. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Dragon Xiang dismounted. He turned his head to look at the soldiers sitting on the ground, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Over three hundred Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers sat there quietly, like black statues, their armor old and dirty, their weapons at their sides mostly chipped and broken.
During their brief rest, they either adjusted their armor, trying to make the already damaged armor cover vital areas, or tore strips of cloth from their clothes to firmly bind their weapons to their injured arms, or simply pulled down their masks, lowered their heads, held their water skins, moistened their dry, cracked lips with clear water, and stared blankly at the ground, lost in thought.
The three hundred-plus people gathered together, and aside from the heavy breathing sounds, all other fragmented and chaotic noises were covered by the military flag, which flapped loudly in the wind.
About three minutes later, estimating that the pursuing Shaman King's army was approaching, Dragon Xiang remounted his horse.
A strong wind blew, and the ornament made of unknown bird feathers on his head danced lightly.
Seeing this, all the Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers also returned to their horses within a few breaths.
Glancing at the Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers who had re-formed their ranks behind him, Dragon Xiang calmly said, “Gentlemen, do you still remember what I told you before?”
“We remember!”
“Are you afraid?”
“No!”
“Excellent!” Dragon Xiang nodded, withdrew his gaze, and looked towards Yumen Pass, as if he had secretly made a certain decision. He softly called out, “Beat the drums!”
As his voice fell, the command flag waved, and war drums roared.
The earth-shattering drumbeats seemed to drown out all other noises echoing across this Gobi Desert, but they could not drown out the heavy footsteps coming from behind.
The pursuers had arrived.
The final battle of Yumen Pass a thousand years ago began with the sudden neighing of the Long Xiang Army's warhorses...
