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Chapter 162: Iron Armor (Five More Parts)
Chapter 162: Iron Armor (Five More Parts)
The Qian family retreated.
Along the way, Qian Zhongxuan was perplexed as to where the spell had come from.
Necromancers should not be proficient in spells.
"Could it be that old geezer Yu Changlin took action himself?"
Qian Zhongxuan shook his head, "No, the spiritual power is too weak. It doesn't seem to be at the later stage of Qi Refinement."
But with such a low realm, how could the spell be cast from so far away?
Qian Zhongxuan racked his brains but could only curse inwardly:
"You sneaky old fox, Yu Changlin! So you've been hiding this up your sleeve. Truly despicable!"
But only Elder Yu knew that he was being wrongfully accused, for the cunning one was not him...
Seeing the Qian family retreat, Mo Hua stood up, dusted off the dirt from his clothes, and smiled.
"Fireball spell is so fun!"
Elder Yu was also impressed. He patted Mo Hua's small shoulder and praised, "Not bad! You cast that spell with great skill!"
He didn't want to praise too much, lest he appear ignorant.
Mo Hua smiled even brighter at the compliment and then asked, "Does the Qian family have any other tricks up their sleeves?"
Elder Yu said, "Don't overestimate that old fogey Qian Zhongxuan. For him to come up with this trick is already a miracle. In a head-on battle, he'll have his work cut out for him."
The next day at dawn, the Qian family cultivators arrived again.
Just as Elder Yu had predicted, Qian Zhongxuan had no new tricks, so he could only honestly line up his troops for a frontal assault.
Qian Zhongxuan cursed Elder Yu endlessly in his heart, but he dared not voice his frustration aloud for fear of humiliating himself.
I won't stoop to bickering with a petty man! Qian Zhongxuan admonished himself.
In a head-on confrontation, the Qian family had the advantage in numbers and cultivation base. Although the Necromancers were fewer, they were battle-hardened, so the odds were estimated to be about even.
But one wouldn't know without a fight.
Without further ado, the two sides charged at each other.
Soon, the waist of Wuming Peak was filled with cultivators, their gleaming swords and colorful spiritual powers crisscrossing in battle.
Mo Hua watched, deeply shaken.
When the battle reached a stalemate, and Elder Yu estimated that the Qian family cultivators couldn't easily retreat, he waved his hand and made a slashing gesture.
"Let me show you something good."
Elder Yu looked towards the distant Qian Zhongxuan, a mocking smile playing at his lips.
Qian Zhongxuan was taken aback, and then he saw a group of Necromancers in iron armor marching out from their ranks.
In the sunlight, the iron armor reflected a dull glow, exuding a majestic and solemn aura.
Qian Zhongxuan almost spat blood.
Where did these impoverished Necromancers get iron armor?!
Then he realized that the armor looked vaguely familiar, and his sharp gaze landed on Qian Zhuang, who was shrinking in the crowd.
Qian Zhuang kept his head down, not daring to utter a word. At that moment, he deeply regretted his height, which made him stand out in the crowd, unable to hide.
"It doesn't matter. This iron armor isn't invincible," Qian Zhongxuan said, calming himself in the face of the formidable enemy. He ordered the Qian family cultivators to restrain the armored Necromancers.
If their swords and blades kept hacking, the iron armor would eventually break.
But then he discovered that this iron armor seemed to be truly impervious to blades and spears! Ordinary swords couldn't even leave a scratch, and even top-grade weapons inflicted minimal damage.
The impact of physical force and the fluctuations of spiritual power were also dissipated by the faint golden light emanating from the iron armor.
These iron armors were confiscated from the Qian family, and although they originally had arrays on them, they were too crude for Mo Hua's taste, so he erased them and drew the Golden Armor Array himself.
A top-grade Golden Armor Array was enough to make the iron armor impenetrable!
When worn by a ninth-layer Qi Refinement cultivator who had experienced a hundred battles, the iron armor, refined from fine iron and empowered by a top-grade array, rendered them virtually unstoppable in a battle against Qi Refinement cultivators who hadn't yet formed their Golden Cores.
Qian Zhongxuan watched, his scalp tingling with unease.
When had their family's iron armor become so formidable?
How could their weapons have no effect?
Then he noticed the faint golden glow emanating from the armor.
"Is that... an array?" Qian Zhongxuan exclaimed.
His heart filled with rage as he cursed inwardly. The iron armor was already incredibly tough, and now it had been further reinforced with an array? Did they have no shame?
"You old fox, Yu Changlin! I will remember this grudge!" Qian Zhong gritted his teeth.
But the rout had already begun, and there was nothing Qian Zhongxuan could do to turn the tide. With a heavy heart, he ordered, "Retreat!"
However, his attempt to withdraw did not go as planned.
The battlefield was chaotic, with cultivators from both sides clashing and scrambling to escape.
The retreat of the Qian family turned into a chaotic scramble, like an avalanche of rocks tumbling down a mountainside.
The morale of the Qian cultivators was shattered, and they fled in all directions as the Necromancers pursued and struck them down, further widening the gap between the two forces.
By the time the remnants of the Qian family reached the foot of the peak and regrouped, they had suffered heavy casualties, with nearly half of their number unable to continue fighting.
Qian Zhongxuan's heart bled at the sight.
Qian Zhuang felt sad, but not as deeply as before.
Compared to Elder Qian's failure, his own shortcomings seemed insignificant—a mere setback rather than a true defeat.
With this thought, Qian Zhuang found some solace in his grief...
But he dared not provoke Qian Zhongxuan further and could only express his sorrow and indignation. "Our casualties are heavy, and the Necromancers have gone too far! Elder, do you have a plan for us to take revenge?"
Qian Zhongxuan's face twisted in pain before he clenched his teeth and vowed, "This grudge must be avenged!"
"Even if it costs me dearly, I will make that old man, Yu Changlin, pay the price!"
Qian Zhuang's heart skipped a beat as he realized that Elder Qian was truly furious. However, he wondered what other tricks the elder had up his sleeve.
While Qian Zhongxuan's heart bled, Elder Yu's heart was filled with joy.
This was a magnificent and overwhelming victory!
Elder Yu allowed the Necromancers to celebrate briefly with meat and alcohol.
The meat was smoked jerky made from the wild bull demon's meat that Liu Ruhua had prepared earlier.
Due to the conflict with the Qian family, it was uncertain how long they would need to guard the spirit mine, so she had made a large quantity. However, with so many Necromancers, each one only received a few pieces to savor.
The alcohol was also limited to two bowls per person.
The spirit mine was of utmost importance, and they could not afford any mishaps, even on a day of celebration.
Other types of food, such as dried rations and wild fruits, were not restricted.
The atmosphere in the mine brightened as the Necromancers enjoyed their well-deserved feast.
Tasked with guarding the spirit mine, extracting spirit stones, dealing with the Qian family's harassment, and engaging in direct combat, the Necromancers had endured a tense and tedious routine. Now, they could finally relax and breathe a sigh of relief.
Mo Hua wandered around, greeted warmly by the Necromancers wherever he went.
After all, without Mo Hua's Golden Armor Array, they would have suffered more injuries, and defending the spirit mine would have been much more challenging.
Some Necromancers even offered their share of meat and alcohol to Mo Hua, but he politely refused. They had all endured a lot, and such treats were hard to come by.
Moreover, he had a storage bag filled with delicious food that his mother had specially prepared for him, fearing that he might go hungry.
However, having stayed in the mine for an extended period, Mo Hua had been rationing his food, and his supply of meat was running low.
"I wonder how much longer we'll have to guard this spirit mine..."
Mo Hua mused silently.
(End of Chapter)
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