Chapter 716: Chapter 223: Divine Skills in Command
“Ah——!” Bi Tengyi screamed miserably. Under the combined assault of golden needles and green-white flames, his body was first pierced with countless holes, then the flames seeped through every opening, attacking both inside and outside, rapidly reducing him to ashes.
Bi Tengyi’s Nascent Soul escaped instantly, vanishing completely from the battlefield in the next moment.
Shuang Ling’s eyes gleamed with divine light. She did not pursue but continued to control the Mechanical Purifying Lotus Platform.
The lotus platform transformed; the lotus leaves contracted around the base’s circle and began to rotate continuously. The lotus platform switched from a floating state to a suspended one, resembling round mirrors with slowly rotating leaf edges.
The Kunlun Cold Jade Pearl at the center of the mirror shone with unprecedented cold light. Wherever the cold light shone, countless green-white flames materialized out of thin air.
Golden needles continued to shoot out from the holes in the circular mirror.
The golden needles broke through defenses, the flames incinerated, and the combined assault surged towards the second Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Nascent Soul Cultivators who could participate in the battle were naturally skilled.
Seeing the grim fate of Bi Tengyi at the hands of Shuang Ling, it proved Shuang Ling’s divine skill’s dominance, making the Nascent Soul Cultivator go all out in defense.
He struggled to hold on within the golden needles and flames.
“Support him!” The other cultivators besieging Shuang Ling saw this and, in unison, either attacked Shuang Ling or provided defensive assistance.
Shuang Ling snorted coldly. The rotating Mechanical Round Mirror transformed again. The shrinking leaves detached from the cylindrical mirror body and continued rotating around it.
As the leaves spun, they scattered golden light. The faster they spun, the more blurred they became, transforming into a ring of golden edges, swiftly rotating and making a whistling wind sound.
Golden light spread from the golden edges to the cylindrical mirror body, quickly soaking it, transforming it into a pure gold mirror.
The green-white flames also changed, turning golden-yellow.
The golden needles, wrapped in golden flames, turned bright red upon being heated.
The power of the golden flame red needles increased severalfold!
In an instant, the Nascent Soul Cultivator screamed, his defenses collapsed, and his body was incinerated, leaving only his Nascent Soul to escape into the void.
The golden flame red needles spread in all directions. Wherever they reached, no one dared to resist directly and retreated in embarrassment.
Ning Zhuo’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he clenched his fists: “I’ve learned something!”
“Shuang Ling used her divine skill, Golden Fire Purifying Wheel, and expressed it in sections through mechanical artifacts.”
“Each section is a part of the divine skill, with power increasing from small to large.”
“On one hand, the mechanical entity made the divine skill convenient and controllable. On the other hand, the divine skill’s power was controlled, saving her own mana consumption, extending the duration, and allowing her to adjust the power based on the enemy’s situation.”
This was a clever use of mechanical techniques and divine skills, full of Shuang Ling’s ingenuity.
It was like breaking through a thin paper window, seeming simple yet providing Ning Zhuo with a significant revelation!
Shuang Ling’s power was incomparable, her divine skills sweeping through the battlefield.
Seeing the battle about to collapse, Lord Long immediately ordered more Nascent Soul Cultivators to reinforce against Shuang Ling.
In an instant, the battle reached a fever pitch.
Numerous spells and magic treasures were unleashed, with mechanical artifacts forming several defense lines in the sky, making Shuang Ling impenetrable and solid.
The Golden Fire Purifying Wheel obviously consumed much of Shuang Ling’s focus, leaving her unable to launch any other offensives. Previously agile mechanical artifacts now stabilized the defense line, becoming rigid.
Seeing this, Ning Zhuo had a subtle realization: “So, spirituality is a qualitative change for mechanical artifacts!”
“Even Shuang Ling doesn’t have such means.”
“The Cremation Prajna Spirit Liberation Sutra… this scripture is more valuable than I previously thought.”
The area around the Mechanical Round Mirror changed again, a second layer of golden edges emerging, further increasing the divine skill’s power fourfold.
The addition of several Nascent Soul combatants to the Thousand Peak Forest Alliance still couldn’t withstand Shuang Ling’s assault, making the situation quite dire.
Lord Long furrowed his brows deeply. Lu Hongtu’s eyes sparkled coldly as he suggested: “The mechanical artifacts are bolstered by military power, and the divine skill power is amplified.”
“To counter the divine skill, ordinary spells and magic treasures won’t suffice. Only a True Monarch can turn the tide!”
It was essential to curb Shuang Ling; this was critical.
Allowing her to achieve a major victory would nullify the previous gains of the Thousand Peak Forest side and severely damage the morale of the entire army.
Lu Hongtu’s analysis was spot on!
Divine skills often could only be matched with other divine skills.
Moreover, Shuang Ling’s current divine skill was not an ordinary one, amplified by mechanical techniques and military power.
True Monarch!
A title given only to Nascent Soul Cultivators who mastered divine skills.
Lord Long looked around. Although there were many Nascent Soul Cultivators within the Thousand Peak Forest Alliance Army, few could be called True Monarchs.
“Tu Ming.” Lord Long called.
The High Priest of the Hundred Poison Tribe immediately stood up, expressing his willingness to fight.
“Bai Ling.”
The Demon Cultivator Bai Ling bowed slowly, showing a composed demeanor.
“Xiang Yue.”
Xiang Yue snorted coldly, leaned back in his chair, and squinted slightly: “As the temple priest of the Dragon King, you should call me the Elephant King.”
Xiang Yue was the current Elephant King of the Pale Barbaric Elephant Tribe.
“You!” Many glared angrily at the contemporary Elephant King, Xiang Yue.
Lord Long raised his palm, stopping his subordinates. He squinted his eyes and smiled: “Elephant King, if we lose the second major battle again, the future of the Thousand Peak Forest will indeed look bleak.”
“No eggs can remain intact under an overturned nest. If that time comes, where will your tribe find a place to settle?”