Beast Piercing The Heavens

0In such a short period of time, even Ye Yaorao's cold energy would find it difficult to purify his killing intent, who knew that this place would be so strange? However, there were too many strange things about the Forgotten Land, Ye Qinghan was not too shocked, he was only a little surprised.    

    

He began to lie on the ground, not thinking about anything and not cultivating. He just laid there blankly, staring at the black soil at the top of the cave in a daze. Slowly, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.    

    

After breaking through God Level, there was no longer a need to sleep or eat, but at this moment, Ye Qinghan had fallen asleep very strangely, and not only that, he had unwittingly fallen asleep as well!    

    

"BOOM!"    

    

A clear and crisp sound echoed from the Yu Di Mountain. It wasn't a loud sound, but at the same time, it caused the Martial Cultivator in the first level of the Yu Di Mountain to awaken. Ye Qinghan was awakened, he opened his eyes and looked at the black soil above the cave in a daze, he did not know where he was, but he felt as if he was in a dream.    

    

"Little Brother Ye, we're almost at the Counterattack. Do you want to participate?"    

    

At this time, a sound transmission came in from outside the cave, clearing Ye Qinghan's mind a little. He remembered that the owner of this voice was a Divine General from the Forgotten Land, Ming Qingshan.    

    

Then, he started to feel slightly astonished. He clearly remembered that there were still two months until Counterattack.    

    

That's right! It felt like he had slept for a long time.    

    

That's not right! How could he have slept for two months?    

    

Ye Qinghan suddenly opened his eyes wide! This was simply unbelievable. Even if he was tired, it was impossible for him to sleep for two months! Furthermore, he seemed to have fallen asleep without feeling anything at all. This … Too abnormal.    

    

He did not pay attention to Ming Qingshan's sound transmission. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and checked his own body immediately. He was afraid that there might be something wrong with his body!    

    

After checking his body, he found no problems. However, he found that there seemed to be a slight change to his soul! His soul had been like an ocean, formed from a sponge of translucent liquid, floating within his mind. However, at this moment … It was as if a faint black line had appeared in the middle of the Soul Sea! It was as if the Soul Sea had been cut into two halves, but this black line was very short and did not completely separate the Soul Sea.    

    

"This... When did the black line appear? Why didn't I know? "What is this?"    

    

Ye Qinghan looked at the Soul Sea a few more times in somewhat of a panic, but realized that the short black line was still there. A soul was the most important thing to a person, but now, an unknown thing had suddenly appeared in his soul. How could this not make him feel terrified?    

    

"Little Brother Ye?"    

    

He knew that Ye Qinghan had split half of the Holy Fruit with Blacky, so he was sure that Ye Qinghan had to participate in this time's Counterattack. Seeing that Ye Qinghan had not come out yet, he asked in a strange tone.    

    

"Yes, Brother Ming, I'll be right out!"    

    

Ye Qinghan scanned across the Soul Sea a few more times before spreading his consciousness out again. He confirmed that there was only an additional black line in the soul, but it did not change at all. He didn't have much time to think as he stood up and walked outside.    

    

The flat ground, which had originally been empty, was now filled with people. The black mass of nearly ten thousand people. Everyone quietly stood on the black soil, not saying a word. There were even many people who had their eyes closed.    

    

So many people …    

    

Ye Qinghan looked at the densely packed crowd in a daze. Isn't Counterattack only worth a thousand people every time? With so many people participating, who would go?    

    

It was very clear on the mud tablet that every time Counterattack had to be fought, there would only be one tribe's people left. In that case, of the five hundred people on the battlefield, the number of people who could survive in the end would definitely not be more than a hundred, or even less. With such a high death rate, why were there so many people who wanted to participate?    

    

Ye Qinghan scanned them with his divine sense and discovered that within these ten thousand people, he did not even know what realm of Martial Cultivator they were in. Because everyone did not use divine power, they did not dare to sense their auras.    

    

Two months had already passed. If he did not have the qualifications to participate in the battle, then maybe the next time Counterattack came, his body would be very weak. Furthermore, his divine power would not reach his peak, so if he participated in the battle, it would be even easier for him to die.    

    

"Shashasha!"    

    

A hundred or so warriors appeared out of thin air on that ladder in the mountain." There was a star on the left breast of each of his armor. They were all at the commander level, but the person at the front had these two little stars. His armor was also a bit darker, clearly having a higher status.    

    

"Shua shua shua!"    

    

"Greetings, Lord Commander!"    

    

When these one hundred people appeared on the Heaven Stairway, all of the Martial Cultivator s who had their eyes closed opened them. It was only now that Ye Qinghan felt that they were living people, not a bunch of numb and dead people.    

    

"Counterattack begin, old rules say that Martial Cultivator who have just joined the tribe within half a year have the right to join first. She would draw the lots for the remaining spots! Those who have just joined the Martial Cultivator are going to participate in the battle, stand on the left side. "    

    

The commander that had two little stars in his eyes silently led his men down. He did not express much and indifferently said this sentence. Afterwards, he became silent again.    

    

Ye Qinghan and Ming Qing Shan and the other two Martial Cultivator s who were beside them looked at each other in joy. Without hesitation, they walked towards the left. Behind him, more than ten Martial Cultivator s walked over. After waiting for a while, the commander saw that no one else was coming over. With a wave of his hand, countless black mud balls suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He looked at the densely packed Martial Cultivator and casually waved his hand, causing the mud balls to fly towards them. When the Martial Cultivator in front saw these mud balls flying over, the fire in her eyes became even more intense. She casually grabbed one of the mud balls, but no one dared to grab any more.    

    

Black Armor Commander continued to take out the mud balls and throw it forward until everyone took out a mud ball. Only then did he stop his actions.    

    

"Those who can't get it, go back!" Those who draw it, follow me! "    

    

Black Armor Commander said indifferently, then brought the 100 captains and silently walked towards the west. Ye Qinghan blinked his eyes in doubt, and followed along, but turned and looked back. The Martial Cultivator separated into close to a thousand people, their eyes burning with excitement as they walked over. As for the rest of the people, they returned to the appearance of the living dead. Throwing the mudballs in their hands onto the ground, they all silently walked towards their respective caves.    

    

"Big Brother Ox-Head, did you see it clearly?"    

    

Ye Qinghan turned his head to look at Divine King beside him and started sending a sound transmission to him. Martial Cultivator, who was called Ox-head by Ye Qinghan, shook his head and said: "I feel that this mud ball is exactly the same, there's no difference at all!"    

    

The four of them looked at each other again, puzzled. This drawing method was really unique, to the point where even the second level of Divine King, Ox-Head did not notice anything special. And why is everyone so passionate about this Counterattack? Could it be that everyone feels that there's no meaning in living like this, and wants to die instead?    

    

The thousand plus people started to march silently, and after walking for three days, the Black Armor Commander in front stopped, and the 100 people started to divide into two groups, one group of 70 people, the other group of 30 people, standing on the left and right side of the Black Armor Commander.    

    

The black-armored Martial Cultivator pointed at the two groups of people and expressionlessly spoke out: "Godly General Fighters, follow these seventy people. Divine King will follow these thirty people. I hope I can see you guys here in a month! "