Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 672 - 667: Launch a Full-scale Offensive
From the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm to the Great Wall of Heaven, based on the speed at which the main army was advancing, it would take roughly three days. Ye Feng had already scouted the status of the Great Wall of Heaven before and had communicated with Old Long, knowing that the Demon Horn Tribe's Great Altar Formation was likely to be truly complete also in about three days.
There was still time!
So even though Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong, among others, were anxious, Ye Feng was still proceeding at his own pace steadily and unhurriedly. After all, the cultivation level of most students from the Martial Academy in the team was not high. If they were to exhaust their Spirit Essence and rush forward just for the sake of speeding up the journey, they would probably be too tired to even stand by the time they reached the Great Wall of Heaven, let alone fight.
As the Commander-in-Chief, Ye Feng had to consider these matters, and of course, he had everything under control!
Meanwhile, as everyone kept advancing, the situation at the Great Wall of Heaven was becoming increasingly chaotic.
The vast Great Wall of Heaven stretched across the sky horizon, rippling with multicolored waves. It was this Great Wall of the Heavenly Chasm that had blocked the alien races for more than two thousand years, guarding the human race.
The black mass of disorderly humans scattered on the Great Wall of Heaven, the scene noisy and chaotic. Although Old Long was regarded as the leader of the human race, he was powerless to control the situation at the moment, not to mention that he had no intention to, still sitting there smoking his dry pipe.
As time went on, the number of people from the human race who came to rescue had gradually decreased, and by today, basically no one new had arrived. It seemed that those who were going to come had mostly come, and those who did not want to come probably would not.
"Damn it, that dog of a First Hall Master, at a critical moment for the human race, he has vanished. Up to now, there's still no sight of him. What a mess! Such a person is simply unfit to be the First Hall Master of Xuanyuan Hall!"
The Great Wall of Heaven was under the dominion of Xuanyuan Hall. The Second Hall Master, who was also the Bu Family Patriarch, spoke in a heavy and cold tone. The First Hall Master had always had the upper hand over him, and now he certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity, and if possible, he would not mind taking his place.
The Fourth Hall Master, Ancestor of the Hong Family Hong Wuji, also huffed, "That's right. Although Xuanyuan Hall is involved in the Outer Battlefield, its foundation was originally to guard the Human Clan of Xuanyuan. Now, with the human race in peril, the First Hall Master has shrunk back from battle. This is utterly unreasonable. Once we have dealt with the Demon Horn Tribe, we must convene a full meeting and have him removed from his post."
The Seventh Hall Master Zhao Xuanzhen, who was on good terms with the First Hall Master, couldn't help but say, "Perhaps the First Hall Master really is in secluded cultivation or has entered some secret realm and thus hasn't received the news."
"Hmph, Zhao Xuanzhen, there's no need for you to make excuses for him. Whether he's really in secluded cultivation or has entered a secret realm, if he doesn't exert effort at this critical moment, he does not deserve to be the First Hall Master!" Both the Bu Family Patriarch and Hong Wuji simultaneously spoke with a cold, heavy voice.
"Right, it seems that we must unite to call for the dismissal of the First Hall Master. I agree to do this," the Fifth Hall Master huffed.
"I agree too," the Sixth Hall Master chimed in agreement.
These two were from the Confucian Sect and the Buddhist Sect. Although they had abandoned martial arts for Daoism only after entering the Outer Battlefield, they had, within a few decades, stepped into the ranks of the Yin-Yang Mirror's Great Powers, thanks to their remarkable talent and extraordinary luck. Of course, compared to the Second and Fourth Hall Masters, their overall strength was still somewhat lacking.
"By the way, that kid Ye Feng, he still hasn't shown up. What a jerk. It looks like he doesn't want to put in the effort either, and to think he was the top Martial Dao contender at this year's competition!" the Fourth Hall Master, Hong Wuji, grumbled through clenched teeth.
"It's truly preposterous. This kid is quite strong overall. Not only did he enter the Source Secret Realm to absorb Origin Energy, but he was also rewarded with the Golden Dragon Shield. We gave such a Treasure to him, and he's hiding instead of fighting. This is absurd. After we return, we must take back that Golden Dragon Shield!" the Bu Family Patriarch exclaimed.
"Of course, we need to take back the Golden Dragon Shield. I suspect that this kid is very dubious, his cultivation speed is too fast. I suspect he might have colluded with the Demon Horn Tribe and become a traitor to our human race. We must thoroughly investigate this matter and not tolerate it!" Suddenly, the Yin-Yang Divine Master from the Yin-Yang Temple spoke with a cold voice.
Then, a Divine Lord from the Vampire Divine Court followed with a sardonic smile, "I say, we might as well just take him out directly. At such a critical moment, it's better to err on the side of action rather than let him slip. Otherwise, he'll be a huge hidden danger to our human race. We absolutely can't condone such a traitor. As for the Treasures on that kid, that's easy to handle. When the time comes, we'll divide them among ourselves."
"I agree!" Hong Wuji immediately concurred.
Seeing this, the Seventh Hall Master could not help but shake his head inwardly. However, he was well aware that whatever he said now was futile; without the First Hall Master present, given his cultivation strength, his words carried little weight and couldn't change anything.
Of course, the Seventh Hall Master also understood that Hong Wuji and the others were just seizing the opportunity to cause trouble. The reason they were giving Ye Feng a hard time was merely due to their fear of his terrifying cultivation talent and potential.
"Ye Feng, you guy, you better actually come," Zhao Xuanzhen murmured with a sigh.
At this moment, the other great powers such as the Yin-Yang Temple and the Vampire Divine Court, which had significant grudges with Ye Feng in the past, were also discussing fervently.
"Relying on Ye Feng, that guy, it looks like he really isn't coming. To think this guy would turn out to be a turtle that shrinks back into its shell, and I once thought he was a heroic genius!" A powerhouse from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts huffed coldly.
"Hero my foot, more like a bear. A rubbish like him is simply unfit to be the top contender of this Martial Dao competition!" A young powerhouse from the Yin-Yang Temple sneered coldly.
Curse words filled the air one after another, especially from the Yin-Yang Temple and the Vampire Divine Court. Members of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts cursed the most fiercely, wishing nothing more than to crush Ye Feng under their feet and prevent him from turning the tables.
As time went by, the Demon Horn Tribe's Great Altar Formation neared its end. Judging from the situation, it would not take more than a day to complete. Both sides were clear that the great battle would likely take place tonight at the latest by dawn.
Of course, the outskirts of the Outer Battlefield, particularly near the Great Wall of Heaven, did not distinguish between night and day. This was merely an inherent concept of time in people's minds.
"Has that brat Ye Feng still not arrived?" Suddenly, the Old Man with the Red Nose came to Old Long's side.
"Going by the time, he should be almost here," Old Long replied, his face lacking the divine light of past days, replaced instead with gravity and even worry.
In fact, at his level of cultivation strength, he could vaguely guess at certain matters, especially those concerning his own future destiny. He simply chose not to voice his predictions.
The Old Man with the Red Nose glanced over the entire Great Wall of Heaven and quickly gained an overall understanding of the number of people and their cultivation levels. "Up to now, the Human Race has only about thirty great powers of the Yin-Yang Mirror coming to our aid in battle, over three hundred in the Golden Core Realm, and roughly five thousand in the Foundation Establishment or Divine Path Realm. We are greatly outnumbered by the Demon Horn Tribe in both high-end combat power and low-end cannon fodder!"
Saying this, the Old Man with the Red Nose sighed, though there was another statement he didn't make aloud. The Demon Horn Tribe that had entered the Human Realm was only the vanguard unit, and the real elite majesty of the Demon Horn Tribe's army was still behind them.
This vanguard was merely paving the way. Once the Great Wall of Heaven fell, there would be no barrier left, and the Demon Horn Tribe's army would flood into the Human Realm like an unstoppable force.
This was, after all, a disaster.
"Indeed, we are greatly outmatched. The two great Ancient Clans, including Xiao Chi, still need to guard the passage and can't spare attention here. As for the two Ancient Clans including Bu Hong, they sent only a small portion of their forces to preserve their strength. As for the Nine Great Sects, the Yin-Yang Temple, the Vampire Divine Court, and other powers, they're just going through the motions," lamented Old Long as he puffed on his dry pipe, shaking his head. "In times of life and death, we have no choice. It looks like we'll have to pull out those old, young, sick, and disabled from the village."
The Old Man with the Red Nose hesitated, but ultimately decided, "That probably won't do. If the little mountain village is left unguarded and the enemy takes the chance to attack, won't that lead to disaster? Moreover, if the majority of the villagers fall, the village will likely be lost."
"No egg remains unbroken when the nest is overturned. Just do it, go contact them now and have them come immediately!" Old Long waved his hand, his demeanor expressing helplessness.
The Old Man with the Red Nose held back his words, but ultimately left without saying anything. In reality, the Northwest Little Mountain Village was a secret realm space independent of Earth. If Old Long wished, he could just take a few of his close relatives and friends in, then completely shut the doors, and even if several great powers supported with their Qi Circulation, the Demon Horn Tribe wouldn't be able to break through.
But Old Long had not done so, he had not even considered it. True to the leader of the Human Race, he thought of all beings under heaven. Even when this world misunderstood, slandered, marginalized, and suppressed him, he never gave up on the Human Race.
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Soon, scores of people from the Northwest Little Mountain Village arrived. Whether missing an arm or a leg, an eye, or an ear, not one seemed unscathed, yet each one emanated a powerful aura, and their faces bore a resolute and determined expression.
These were the villagers of the Northwest Little Mountain Village, clad in simple hemp and looking like ordinary farmers, but these ordinary villagers had been guarding the Great Wall of Heaven and protecting the peace of the Human Race for two thousand years.
Yet these villagers had long been labeled as criminals by the secular world or the Ancient Martial Arts practitioners. If these villagers ever set foot in the Mortal World, and their presence became known, they would be subjected to a collective onslaught.
Now, over a hundred ordinary villagers stood atop the Great Wall of Heaven. They spoke no words and showed no fear, their faces determined, ready to embrace death.
It was then, for the very first time, whether it was Xuanyuan Hall, Yin-Yang Temple, the Vampire Divine Court, or the members of the Wizard Alliance, they all turned their heads to look closely at these villagers and saw for the first time, so many powerful figures.
For a moment on the vast Great Wall of Heaven, everyone fell silent, perhaps influenced by these ordinary villagers. No longer joking and playing around, they stood up straight, braced their backs, and turned to face the outside of the Great Wall of Heaven.
Outside the Great Wall of Heaven, the Demon Horn Tribe's army remained silent and orderly.
Time slipped by, and the Altar Formation was nearing its finale.
Old Long finally put away his large pipe and slowly stood up. In that moment, he grew taller and larger, a towering giant appearing atop the Great Wall of Heaven as if a Celestial God had descended.
"This battle, the Human Sentinels' battle, to protect our homeland, even if we have to fight to the last person, we will never allow an alien race to step over the Great Wall of Heaven!" Old Long declared each word with a cold command.
"In five minutes, we'll launch a full-scale attack. The objective, at any cost, is to destroy the enemy's Altar Formation!"
