At the same time, three thousand white tiger demons charged down from the mountaintop. Using the terrain, their speed increased dramatically. One can only imagine the destructive force they would unleash upon reaching the battlefield.
"This is bad! This is Zhongshan Jun's innate divine power. We must find a way to destroy it, otherwise, the army will definitely fail," Lu Ji said excitedly.
As soon as he finished speaking, an incomparably mysterious diagram, brimming with Daoist charm, appeared directly in his hand. Then, a vast and boundless realm of chaotic天地 (heaven and earth) emerged.
Immediately afterwards, the catalog swayed in the wind and transformed into a gigantic screen that covered the sky, completely protecting the nearby soldiers.
At the same time, in the center of the catalog, a blank, divine eye appeared, like the heavens above, looking down upon the world.
"Very well, very well, what a magnificent Hun Tian Diagram! I'd like to see how long you can hold out," Zhong Shanjun said with a smile.
Having said that, his tone rose another notch. Destruction is often easier than construction, and offense is often more energy-efficient than defense. Moreover, Zhongshan Jun is a great demon who has been around for thousands of years, possessing immense and profound power. This stalemate is exactly what he needs.
"What a wonderful picture! This picture must be the natal spirit treasure of Patriarch Lu. This picture takes the heavens as its center and evolves the four sacred beasts of the four poles. Beyond the four poles are the eight trigrams: Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, etc. Beyond the eight trigrams are the twelve earthly branches: Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Shen, You, Xu, Hai, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei."
"It can be said that Patriarch Lu's path is already clear. He is truly a genius. His cultivation is only at the fourth level, yet he already understands the path to the future."
"It can be said that as long as there are enough resources and this path is followed continuously, when the Four Sacred Beasts have fully evolved, that will be the peak of the Human Immortal realm. The Eight Trigrams correspond to the fifth-order Earth Immortal. The twelve Earthly Branches correspond to the sixth-order Celestial Immortal. The Jiangdong region is truly a place where hidden talents abound, and it should not be underestimated," Guo Jia said in surprise.
This time, it was Lin Yang's turn to be dumbfounded. Was Lu Ji really that formidable? Perhaps he was a formidable figure in history, but Lin Yang had simply forgotten about him.
However, this is normal. During the Three Kingdoms period, many extraordinary people emerged, and it is quite normal for one or two powerful figures to be forgotten.
However fiercely it may seem, it's time for Lin Yang to make his move. After all, he's here to help, not to watch.
Then, Lin Yang took out a large drum, about ten feet long. At the same time, he also held an extremely thick drumstick in his hand.
The surface of the drum was covered with a dark animal hide, the material of which Lin Yang didn't know. However, it was said that the hide of the Kui ox was the best.
As for the drumstick, it's actually just a large, hard bone stick that has been modified to become a drumstick.
At first glance, it exudes a rough, savage, and violent style. One can only say that it is indeed a war drum passed down from ancient times.
"This drum was a gift from a deity, said to be a sixth-tier magic weapon from the Three Sovereigns era. It is specifically used during decisive battles to boost morale."
"However, without becoming an innate spiritual treasure, no matter how powerful you are, you are no match for time. The world changes, and what was originally a sixth-grade high-quality magic weapon has now fallen to the peak of the third-grade high-quality magic artifact. But it's enough for now. If it were any more powerful, I wouldn't be able to use it anymore. This is just right." Lin Yang said with a smile.
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Chapter Eighteen: War Drums, Rhythms, and the Song of the Great Wind
"Hmm, what amazing drumsticks. When I first held them, they felt as light as a feather. But as I channeled my true energy into them, they became heavier and heavier. For this first time, I'll try using just one layer of true energy."
As he spoke, a stream of pure white true essence was poured directly into the drumstick. Then, it was struck heavily onto the massive drumhead.
Thump!
At the same time, a sound wave, visible to the naked eye, transformed into a halo of light and dispersed in all directions.
As soon as the drums sounded, the soldiers who had just been lying on the ground, writhing in pain, immediately felt much better. Their headaches lessened considerably, and even Zhong Shanjun's loud voice seemed to decrease several decibels.
As for the demon soldiers on the other side, they were extremely unlucky. In particular, the three thousand tiger demons that were charging down the mountain were instantly thrown into the air and rolled down the mountain.
Seeing this, Lin Yang was overjoyed. This time, he poured 30% of his true essence into the drumsticks, raised them with both hands, and struck them forcefully once again.
Knock knock knock!
As Lin Yang moved, a deep and powerful drumbeat instantly reverberated throughout the entire battlefield. A series of muffled, profound, and far-reaching sound waves followed, completely excluding Zhong Shanjun's roar.
Just as an ordinary person shouting is certainly no match for Zhongshan Jun's innate supernatural power, at this moment, when Zhongshan Jun's innate supernatural power encounters this kind of war drum specifically designed to boost morale, it is naturally doomed to failure.
Roar roar roar
Knock knock knock
Roar roar roar
The ensuing battlefield resembled a symphony, with the sounds of war drums and animal roars rising and falling simultaneously, constantly canceling each other out. At times, the war drums prevailed, and at other times, the animal roars took over.
In any case, the final result was that, apart from Lin Yang's five thousand veterans, the more than ten thousand human private soldiers, retainers, and wandering knights who had already gone to the battlefield were basically all wiped out. Of course, they weren't really dead, but they were completely incapacitated.
However, the remaining seven thousand or so demon soldiers on the opposite side were also mostly lying on the ground, motionless. They were incapable of even standing, let alone continuing to fight the humans.
However, Lin Yang was also feeling unwell at this time. After repeatedly striking the drum, he felt as if his body had been drained, leaving him feeling extremely empty. His legs were weak, and his back ached. He felt as if he had been fighting until dawn.
However, the effect is significant; for example, Zhongshanjun has stopped howling now. Because no matter how much it howls, it's no longer effective.
"Very well, so you're the Duke of Wu. You're just meddling in my affairs. Are you prepared to die?" Zhong Shanjun said, his eyes wide and filled with murderous intent.
At the same time, a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky appeared directly above Lin Yang, accompanied by endless black shadows and a tremendous gust of wind, and slammed towards Lin Yang.
It must be said that Zhongshan Jun's true form is extremely powerful. This claw strike was incredibly fast; relying solely on his own abilities, Lin Yang would have no chance of dodging it. The final result would likely be that he would be smashed into a pulp by this single claw strike.
Unfortunately, in this world, victory in battle is rarely determined by true strength. Factors such as magical weapons, powerful backers, favorable timing and location, and even personal emotions can all influence the final outcome.
Just like now, Lin Yang really couldn't block this claw, but why should he block it?
Looking at Lin Yang, who remained fearless and motionless, Lu Kang couldn't help but sigh. He had originally wanted to test the Duke of Wu's trump card, but who knew this man's mentality was so good? Faced with a life-or-death crisis, he wasn't afraid at all.
Therefore, Lu Kang shook his head and made his move directly. After all, he was the Duke of Wu; if he died here, the Lu family would be buried with him. Perhaps Lin Yang had anticipated this, which was why he was so fearless.
Sure enough, a picture book blocked it just before the claw could strike. Then, Lu Ji shouted, "Lord Zhongshan, retreat now and you can still save your life. Otherwise, don't say I didn't warn you."
"Hehe, what a boastful tone. You alone probably wouldn't dare to do such a thing. Where is your father, Lu Kang?" Zhong Shanjun said with a smile.
To be honest, it was only at this moment that Lin Yang began to carefully observe this Lord Zhongshan. He was wearing a cloak and had a simple jade hairpin in his hair, and looked no different from an ordinary human.
He gives the impression of a middle-aged man. However, his smile looks rather ferocious.
"Thank you for your kind attention, Lord Zhongshan. I am Lu Kang, and I pay my respects." With that, an old man stepped forward.