Yama Rising

Chapter 705: Drum of a Mountain God (3)

Chapter 705: Drum of a Mountain God (3)

Qin Ye’s eyes widened, “Isn’t Brother Zhao already a Yin spirit? How can someone else possibly seize his body?”

Qin Ye gasped, “Who could be so bold?”

Zhao Zilong was just scrutinizing the silver speartip in his hands when he suddenly paused, and then raised his head placidly, “Who are you?”

The Harken turned and stared at Qin Ye as though it had seen a ghost.

It was quick! Quick as lightning!

That said, Qin Ye also immediately understood that the evil ghost that was making an attempt at dominating Zhao Yun’s body was an existence no less than the famous heroes that had etched their names through the annals of history! They would be existences equal to only the greatest kings, such as Emperor Qin Shihuang himself!

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Clatter! His legs dug deep trenches into the soil as he ground to a halt. Meanwhile, the seven located in the heart of the village were in an even worse state. Without even realizing it, they were sent flying hundreds of meters back by the resultant shockwave, and they landed hard on the ground with dull thuds.

It was almost as though a bombshell had exploded, and wisps of Yin energy were still scattering from the surface of the umbrella. That said, what was most shocking was the fact that the person behind the umbrella… was completely fine!

Old Li turned back, but he found himself completely flabbergasted. And he wasn’t the only one. Each of the other survivors were likewise staring dumbfounded at the illogical sight, almost as though they were watching a sci-fi film!

That’s undoubtedly the stuff of nightmares, even for the top cultivators in the world…

But things didn’t end there. A split second later, something happened that caused everyone’s eyes to widen even more - so much so that their eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.

Another source of Yin energy no less than Zhao Yun’s Yin energy erupted. This time, it came from the tiny dog in the hands of the teenager. Its body swelled up rapidly, while the hair on its head promptly turned white before falling off, revealing the dazzling golden scales beneath. Moments later, the Harken roared at the top of its voice, declaring its descent into the fray!

It was only then that they realized how small they were.

“Ghost King Zhao.” The Harken’s body was almost 20 meters tall, and it stared intently at Zhao Yun with an intense gaze in its eyes, “Do you still remember me?”

“Zhao Yun” looked straight at the Harken with a cold expression, “And what are you supposed to be?”

There was a bright flash, and the entire space around trembled wildly. Boom!!! When the dust finally settled on their next exchange of blows, everyone could see that Zhao Yun had held his own against the Harken’s ferocious claws. In fact, he even raised his brows with the most dashing expression on his face, “So, the legend actually exists.”

The Harken chuckled.

Within moments, countless cracks began to appear on the ground, spreading and growing just like a spiderweb. And then, as soon as the pieces became small enough, plots of land began to drift up from the ground, almost as though they were being suspended in the air, before finally imploding on themselves!

Qin Ye sighed.

He knew exactly why their exchange appeared so peculiar to his eyes. They were already moving well past the speed of sound, so much so that he couldn’t even begin to capture their movement. And that was not to mention the distortion of the air and space around them that made it seem as though the two Yama-Kings had completely vanished.

This was an invisible battle, in all senses of the word.

Then, with yet another loud bang, both sides finally appeared once more. The Harken had all four paws on the ground, and majestic Yin energy was pouring out of its body like a terrifying dragon. Even its claws were glowing red with karmic flames. On the other hand, Zhao Yun appeared to glance down at his own body in shock. His camouflage uniform had been torn apart by the Harken’s strike, leaving in its wake a bone-deep wound that appeared right across his chest. Endless Yin energy poured right out of it.

“If you agree to leave Ghost King Zhao’s body right now, I’ll promise to spare you from eternal death!”

“So why have I been able to hold out for such a long time? You’re not undefeatable. At least, not under my hands.”

The Harken wasn’t an official Emissary of Hell right now.

“What gall…” The Harken smiled menacingly. Then, before anyone realized it, the Yin energy billowing around the Harken suddenly swirled into action, coalescing at once into a terrifying balck hole that bore the illusory appearances of the Harken.

“Shit…” Qin Ye immediately glanced around. It was still daytime just a little while ago, and yet everything had suddenly turned dark. That said, he could see neither the moon or the stars in the sky. Instead, everything around them appeared to be consumed with boundless darkness. At once, he sprung into action and boomed at the survivors in the village with a thunderous voice, “Take cover if you don’t want to die!!”

Darkness filled the skies, and countless Anitya Hellguards of the Black and White emerged from the darkness, brandishing their spirit streamers and aiming it straight at Zhao Yun. At once, they ignited a great formation array of Emissaries spanning a ten-thousand mile radius around them.

At once, the Emissaries of Hell hurtled straight towards their target. Lightning and netherflames filled the air with an intense chill as they sprung forth in a concerted fashion to seize a single soul!

Silence.

Then, what came next was an otherworldly brilliance.

He dared not look.

Nor did he dare to listen any further.

Qin Ye hugged his head tightly as he waited with bated breaths for the aftermath. After what felt like an eternity, he finally stood up.

Then, he looked up at the heart of the battlefield, and then immediately gasped in horror.

Everyone who saw the incredible sight was stunned beyond words.

The ground was covered with countless grains of yellow sand. There were no longer houses or trees, or abandoned carts and farming equipment.

This was the might of a Yama-King!

Tsk, tsk, tsk… Look at that figure… Those pectoral muscles and those abs… Qin Ye couldn’t help but glance down at his own body in dismay.

“Are you still not going to come out?” The Harken’s pupils narrowed, “This is your last and final chance. Leave Ghost King Zhao’s body and submit to the new Hell, and you may be spared for the attempted assassination of a Yama-King!”

As soon as he vanished, the Harken’s body immediately reduced in size, and Qin Ye dashed over to catch the falling Harken in time, “How did it go?”

Qin Ye nodded. He picked up the Harken, and then curled his fingers. At once, he could hear several cries of surprise. The villagers glanced down, only to realize that an iron chain had at some point appeared right around their waists, and they were being dragged somewhere.

Clatter, clatter… Everyone stood in front of Qin Ye with pale faces and great trembling.

After all, they would most certainly have heard the Harken’s conversation with Zhao Yun.

“Emissary of Hell, Prefect Qin.” Qin Ye pulled out his Abyssal Prefect token and waved it around, “No need to be afraid. I’m not going to kill you. In fact, you might even have the opportunity to accrue for yourselves some Yin virtue for your afterlife.”

“Where do you come from, and what happened over the last few years? Also, what’s with the claims of the drumbeats of the mountain gods? And what’s with the war cries that we heard earlier, together with the sound of slaughter in the darkness around us? Finally, I want to know if there’s anything particularly noteworthy after having observed these things over all these years.”

“Tell me everything, and leave nothing out. Oh, and by the way, you should know that I’m a person who bears grudges…”