Chapter 17 Base

Building a city in a single day was beyond human capability. The disciples of the Heavenly Craftsman Sect used secret techniques, at the cost of their lives, to build a city wall strong enough to withstand the Heavenly Souls. They, like the whips, became the foundation stones beneath the city.

Huang Tiangong wasn't dead, but he had exhausted his energy and looked like a decrepit old man.

Huang Tiangong struggled to drag a wooden frame, walking past the corpses, stopping every few steps to catch his breath.

The hyacinth left behind by Jun Jixue couldn't bear to watch any longer and quickly walked up to Huang Tiangong, "Sect Leader Huang, what are you doing? Can I help?"

Huang Tiangong smiled, "Trouble you, young brother, to take me and the wooden frame to the top of the city! Then tie me to the frame."

The hyacinth didn't understand, but he still followed Huang Tiangong's instructions and sent him to the top of the city, tying him to the wooden frame.

Huang Tiangong smiled, "Young brother, there's a big drum over there, and two drumsticks. Can you move the drum over here and put the drumsticks in my hands?"

When the hyacinth placed the drumsticks in Huang Tiangong's hands, a kind of revitalizing light rose in the other party's eyes, and he shouted loudly, "Fellow practitioners of the arcane arts, I, Huang Tiangong, am leaving."

"I regret that I cannot fight alongside you at Liangjie Mountain, so I will stay here and beat the drums to cheer you on!"

"Young brother, help me turn the mechanism."

The hyacinth turned the mechanism under the wooden frame with tears in his eyes. The hands that bound Huang Tiangong moved in turn, bringing his hands down to strike the war drum.

The sound of the drums was like thunder, but it was only mechanically monotonous, yet enough to make people's blood boil and tears stream down their faces.

Huang Tiangong looked at Liangjie Mountain and slowly said, "Commander Jun stormed into the Heavenly Prison, and the Heavenly Craftsman Sect built the city with their lives. This can probably delay the arcane arts world for seven days."

"After seven days, our city can hold out for another three days. Three days..."

Huang Tiangong didn't say what would happen after three days, but he said, "Commander Jun! Your sentence: 'You trust me' has screwed me over."

"I wonder how many people I can screw over to their deaths by saying, 'I trust you'."

The light in Huang Tiangong's eyes gradually dissipated, but his corpse was still waving the drumsticks.

The rumbling sound of the drums not only shook Liangjie Mountain, but also shook the world of arcane arts.

Our bet with Zhu Zining started from that drum sound.

For two days in a row, there wasn't a single figure in front of Liangjie Mountain.

Not to mention Qu Mo, even my heart sank to the bottom.

I didn't believe that all the practitioners of esoteric arts would rush to Liangjie Mountain, but I never expected that for three whole days, not a single person would appear.

Zhu Zining looked at Huang Tiangong, who was still drumming in the picture, "What a pity, Huang Tiangong, Jun Jixue all sacrificed their lives in vain!"

"Qu Mo, take a closer look!"

"Huang Tiangong's corpse has already begun to seep blood, look at the blood flowing from his eyes, doesn't it look like tears?"

"Qu Mo, Li Chunfeng, admit defeat!"

"The world of arcane arts has already declined."

Li Chunfeng smiled, "There are still four days, we will never admit defeat until the last moment."

Zhu Zining said confidently, "That's good! We can wait a few more days!"

When the morning sun of the fifth day shone on Liangjie Mountain, figures finally appeared on the horizon.

When a middle-aged practitioner of esoteric arts, leading a blind fortune-teller with his cane, appeared in our sight, Zhu Zining laughed and said, "This is the army of esoteric arts you are talking about? That practitioner... oh, even if he is a practitioner! He doesn't even have the cultivation of an ordinary martial artist, right? Has he cultivated inner strength?"

There was no trace of martial arts cultivation on that practitioner of esoteric arts. Judging from the sweat on his face, he hadn't even reached the level of the lowest-level practitioner.

Later, I heard people tell me that the first practitioner of esoteric arts to arrive at Liangjie Mountain, and also the first to die in battle at Liangjie Mountain, was named Li Nan.

On the evening of the first confrontation between the Heavenly Souls and the world of arcane arts five days ago, the entire process was completely uploaded to the esoteric arts forum. Some people got up and left, while others sat in front of their computers for a long time without saying a word.

At that time, someone saw him walking out of his house with his bags, and his wife chased after him, calling out to him.

Someone heard her shout, "What kind of hero are you trying to be? The Li family's secret techniques have been lost, and only those ten spiritual talismans are left."

"Once you use up the spiritual talismans, you won't even be able to kill wandering ghosts. You can only communicate with spirits."

"Liangjie Mountain is full of Heavenly Souls!"

Li Nan hugged his wife and comforted her, "I'm just going to take a look, to give the spiritual talismans to the practitioners of esoteric arts I know and then come back. Don't worry, I will definitely come back."

Li Nan finally comforted his wife, but saw the blind fortune-teller on Fengshui Street, waiting at the street entrance with his cane.

The blind man tapped his cane and said, "Little Nanzi, come and pull me along. We have to hurry!"

Li Nan cursed, "What are you, a blind man, doing here?"

The blind man chuckled and said, "When Mr. Wu defied the heavens back then, and three hundred geomancers committed suicide at the Suspended Mirror Division, I chickened out and didn't make it to that battle. I've regretted it for many years!"

"I won't chicken out this time, I can't chicken out!"

Li Nan said "Sorry for the trouble" before picking up the blind man's cane and walking towards the street entrance.

However, Li Nan's wife chased after him again, "Uncle Blind Man. Uncle Blind Man... Wait, can you give Li Nan a fortune telling? Ask about his luck."

The blind man took out three big coins and threw them on the table he usually used for fortune telling, feeling around with his hands for a while and said, "Good fortune, good fortune! Auspicious."