Sword Shatters Stars

Chapter 83 One head, two heads, three or four heads, five heads, six heads, seven or eight heads...

The dense fog created by the Mist King was very fast, continuously pouring out from the cave at the bottom of the river.

The entire river surface was obscured.

Fang Yuan and Ren Xing waited for a while at the entrance of the valley, and then saw thick fog rolling in. So they ran around the mountains and forests together.

When they reached the depths and looked back, the thick fog had already surged up the mountaintop at the intersection of the road and was moving towards another mountain.

"That's amazing!" Renxing exclaimed inwardly.

But thinking of Lin Xiufeng's curse, and Zhao Youyue's sacrifice...

'That was really tough!'

The thick fog that permeated the surrounding mountains left the Heavenly Martial Spirits on guard completely bewildered.

I've never seen fog like this before, especially in a rainy year with continuous heavy rain.

"The fog is strange! Teams, report your numbers!"

"one!"

"two!"

"thirty eight!"

"Stay vigilant, locate the source of the fog, and be wary of what kind of mutated beast it might be! Sixth Team, go back and report!"

The team on duty searched through the fog. They found the riverbank near the entrance to the valley, but the river was shrouded in thick fog, and they could only see about a meter ahead. They could not find anything unusual.

"The river is completely shrouded in thick fog!"

In areas shrouded in thick fog, the sentries on duty were unable to keep track of the situation.

Fang Yuan and Ren Xing noticed that the thick fog surging in front of them was different from what they expected.

The surging fog, as it swirled, showed varying degrees of thinness and density, and then formed the shape of an arrow.

"Hmm?" He suspected that it was related to Lin Xiufeng.

"It must be the commander pointing the way!" Fang Yuan called out to Ren Xing and followed the arrow.

As expected, they descended into the valley without encountering any Tianwu Po on sentry duty.

A group of deaf onions gathered in the valley, calling out anxiously, huddled together in a large clump.

"What should we do? If we attack Conglong, the overflowing Heavenly Martial Power will alert the sentries."

Renxing was a little worried, but Fangyuan had already thought it through and led the charge towards Conglong.

A group of small ponies, with red manes like sheep, bleated and fled in panic.

Fang Yuan caught up with one of them, picked it up, and covered its mouth to prevent Cong Long from making a sound.

He wanted to laugh, but without hesitation, he picked up one of the heads and chased after Fang Yuan as he turned and ran.

The two ran quickly, out of the blocked path inside the valley, leaped up the slope, and ran for a while longer.

Based on the experience of the Misty Forest Mountain Range, the range of Tianwu's power in the dense fog is inherently small.

Even if the guards ran into the valley and approached the edge, they would certainly not be able to sense the spread of the Heavenly Martial Power from their position.

The two men pressed Conglong's mouth down, used their bodies to pin him to the ground, and then stabbed him with their Heavenly Martial Weapons!
In less than half a minute, Cong Long's martial prowess was exhausted.

Fang Yuan led Renxing back to the valley and silently calculated the time.

Running back and forth and killing takes about three minutes. Later, the onion is in disarray and the search will take a little longer. Overall, it takes about four or five minutes per animal on average.

"Hurry up, run faster!" Fang Yuan hoisted one end of the cart and ran quickly.

"I forgot to ask how long their soul summoning can last."

He dared not delay, for it would be a great pity if Lin Xiufeng's soul summoning couldn't hold and many Onion Deaf hadn't had time to absorb it.

After killing the second one, the two ran back to the valley and searched for a while before finding the clump of Onion Deaf.

Then, another person carried one end of the head, pinching its mouth to prevent Cong Long from making a sound.

The rest of the large flock of deaf onions were frightened and ran away bleating.

The lookouts found it strange; Cong Long kept calling out, what was he doing?
"Send a team to the valley to see what's wrong with Cong Long!" A moment later, the inspector said, "Reporting to the commander, there's nothing wrong. He was probably frightened by the fog."

When the group reported, the deaf-crowded group, who had been frightened away, were grabbed by the mouths by Fang Yuan and Ren Xing, who each carried one of their heads and ran away.

Thick fog covered the mountains surrounding the valley and continued to spread to a wider area.

Within the area covered by the dense fog, the overall situation was entirely within Lin Xiufeng and Zhao Youyue's perception.

Zhao Youyue couldn't help but laugh whenever Fang Yuan and Ren Xing carried Cong Long on their backs.

"Looks like a sheep thief! Hahaha..."

"Please focus. You're laughing so hard and rubbing against me like that. Have you considered how I feel?"

"How about we take a break?" Zhao Youyue became even more enthusiastic, deliberately using a seductive tone.

"The fog has finally spread this far, please concentrate and continue to spread."

"Why bother spreading it? It's a waste of the Mist Spirit King's Heavenly Martial Power."

Zhao Youyue's expression suddenly froze, then she realized what she meant and exclaimed, "Wow! You've got a big heart!"

"Now that we've used the power of the Mist Spirit King, we can't let it go to waste, can we?"

Lin Xiufeng had planned it all out from the beginning, while Zhao Youyue had only been focused on helping Fang Yuan and Renxing.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Zhao Youyue focused her attention and stopped chatting.

The more focused the two people are, the more efficient the release of the dense fog will be.

The guards of the valley, seeing the urgency of the situation, were about to activate the miniature robot's communication system to report the incident.

It was discovered that the miniature robot could not start in the dense fog, so it ran back to the Second Elder City to report.

The Second Elder City is located at the core of the Dream Continent's sphere of influence of the Overturning Heaven Organization.

The city's daily affairs are overseen by two Heavenly Warrior Generals.

The mutated beasts in the valley, known as the Onion Deaf Beasts, would wait until their Heavenly Martial Power was fully restored every so often.

The second elder, or one of the two generals, led a group of Heavenly Martial Souls to absorb Heavenly Martial Power.

This is also why the Second Elder City is so large, and why it has three Heavenly Martial Warriors leading so many Heavenly Martial Souls to reside there permanently.

Compared to the hardships and uncertain gains of a life of toil and struggle, this kind of stability is simply heavenly!

The two generals under the Second Elder, as well as several other trusted confidants, were almost all trained in this way.

It is precisely because of the existence of the valley that so many Heavenly Martial Souls support the Second Elder. Everyone performs meritorious service within the rules, hoping to settle down in the Second Elder's city.

Those who settled down worked hard to achieve merit, hoping to shorten the time it would take to enter the valley.

The two generals, one named Erzuo and the other Eryou, didn't sound like normal names.

Since these names were bestowed by the Second Elder, it reflects the honor of being particularly close to the Second Elder.

As for whether they personally like the name, they definitely don't.

Upon receiving the report, General Erzuo dared not delay and immediately sent someone to inform another General Eryou, and also sent someone to report to the Second Elder.

The Second Left General immediately arranged for people to go to Conglong Valley ahead of time.

Upon learning of the situation, the Second Elder remained calm and instructed the Second Right General to arrange for personnel to stand by temporarily, awaiting the report from the Second Left General before deciding on the next course of action.

When the two generals led their men out of the village, they could see that the view behind the two mountains ahead was completely obscured by thick fog.

A group of more than 500 people rushed across the Conglong Valley in a grand procession.

When they arrived, Fang Yuan and Ren Xing had just carried away their tenth scallion heads.

When they turned back, they saw the thick fog surging in front of them, forming a stop sign.

A moment later, a shout could be heard from the valley:
"Count!"

In no time, the sentries finished counting, and all thirty-eight teams were present and accounted for, not one missing.

The second general was much relieved and asked:
"Have you found the source of the dense fog?"

(End of this chapter)