Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 90 The Truth

That night, dusk deepened.

The roars of the monsters came from the direction of the Eternal Night Forest, like distant thunder rolling across the horizon.

The torches on the city wall fluttered in the night wind.

The guards' hands, gripping the hilts of their swords, were trembling.

When Lin Mu climbed the city wall, Quan Feng was already standing in front of the crenellations.

The short sword rested on his knee, and his face showed none of his usual languor.

Wen Haoran stood in front of the westernmost crenellation of the city wall, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, facing the direction of the Eternal Night Forest.

Three steps behind him, three guards stood silently in a row.

Yue'er rubbed her eyes and peeked out from behind the guards.

"Brother Haoran, what happened?"

No one answered her.

Beneath the city walls, countless demonic beasts surged from the horizon, like a black tide sweeping across the wasteland.

The muffled thud of animal hooves pawing the ground was transmitted up to the earth, and the blue bricks on the city wall began to tremble slightly.

The surface of the several bowls of cold tea placed on the edge of the stack was rippling with fine waves.

The flagpole vibrated and hummed.

This was the first time Lin Mu had ever seen so many demonic beasts charging at the same time.

Leading the pack were the demon wolves, their gray-black manes forming undulating waves under the moonlight.

On either side of the wolf pack were tusked boars, their dark gray bristles rubbing against each other as they ran, making a screeching sound like metal scraping the bottom of a pot.

The blood python slithered through the beast tide, its dark red scales gleaming wetly in the moonlight.

There are two or three Ironclad Rhinoceroses.

They lowered their heads, their single horns pointing towards the city wall, and each step they took created a deep crater in the wasteland.

At the very back of the beast tide, five dire wolves were slowly pacing.

They were twice the size of the demon wolves, their silvery-white fur gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

The soil beneath their feet was covered with a thin layer of frost after they had walked over it.

The icy blue pupils looked past the raging beast tide, past the moat, past the city walls, and landed on the tiny figures on the crenellations.

Wen Haoran gently tapped the bamboo slip in his palm.

The carrier pigeon has been out for several days, and there has been no news of it.

"Moon. Return to the capital as soon as it's light."

The moon jumped down from the edge of the battlement, "Why?"

"It's dangerous here."

"I'm not leaving."

"obedient."

"And what about you, Haoran?"

"I have other things to do."

"Well, I have things to do too, hmph~"

"Actually, if you're worried about me, Brother Haoran, you can ask my dad to send someone to protect me."

Yue'er pulled an extremely fine charcoal pencil from her sleeve.

She then pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her bosom and wrote a few lines on the edge of the stack.

She rolled the paper into a thin tube and stuffed it into the pigeon's leg ring, then lifted the pigeon into the air with both hands.

The carrier pigeon circled halfway in the night sky before flying towards Shangjing.

Yue'er's words suddenly startled Wen Haoran awake.

Why did his usually gentle mother insist that he bring Yue'er to Heyuan to broaden her horizons?

It wasn't the mother who loved Yue'er that he originally thought.

So, will the reinforcements arrive on time?

As Wen Haoran pondered, the beast tide beneath the city wall had already changed its formation.

More than a dozen giant pythons swam out from both sides of the herd of beasts.

When they reached the moat, they did not stop, but instead lay their bodies sideways.

The python's head and tail were intertwined, its body stretched into a straight line.

More than a dozen giant pythons, head to tail, formed a living pontoon bridge over the moat.

The python's scales, wet and tinged with dark red from the river water, remained motionless, its serpentine eyes coldly fixed ahead.

The tusked boar was the first to leap across the moat on its snake-like body, followed closely by the demon wolf.

When the armored rhinoceros's horn struck the city wall, the entire wall trembled.

The guards on the city wall hurled logs and boulders down, smashing the skulls of several tusked boars and breaking the spines of demon wolves.

But more monsters continued to climb, stepping over the corpses of their companions.

Wen Haoran opened the bamboo slips.

Pure white light seeped from every ink character on the bamboo slip.

He whispered two words and pushed the bamboo slip forward.

The light poured down silently, flowing along the surface of the city wall, over the crenellations, over the snake bridge over the moat, and over all the climbing monsters.

The wolf's mane shattered inch by inch in the light.

The bristles of the tusked boar are curled and charred black.

The blood python's scales peeled off one by one.

The armored rhinoceros lowered its head and used its single horn to desperately resist the stream of light, the tip of the horn melting away bit by bit in the light.

When the light dissipated, only a scorched earth remained on the opposite bank of the moat, covered with a thin layer of ash.

The serpent's mangled body fell from mid-air into the moat, the splashing water gleaming dark red in the moonlight.

Before the guards on the city wall could even cheer, new monsters surged out from behind the beast tide.

The five dire wolves did not move.

They remained outside the range of the light flow, their icy blue pupils watching coldly.

The primal imprint of the dire wolf slowly circulated within his body, from his heart to his limbs, each circulation causing the surrounding air to drop sharply.

The frost underfoot spread outwards silently, its chill deeper, denser, and more persistent than the cold force Ling Feng had unleashed on the official road.

Lin Mu, holding a long spear, observed the scene from the city wall for a long time.

No matter how many martial arts techniques are used, they can never replicate the righteous spirit.

He held Wen Haoran's wrist.

"Keep your righteous spirit in check, I'll take care of these few."

Without waiting for his nod, Lin Mu pushed off the crenellation with his left foot and leaped down the city wall like an eagle swooping down to its prey.

The robes fluttered in the night wind.

He swung the Wind Spike horizontally in mid-air, and the moment he landed, the fist-shaped part of the spearhead slammed into the head of a demon wolf that was climbing on the riverbank.

He drew his gun, held it horizontally, and the tip of the gun drew a dark golden arc in the moonlight.

Several tusked boars that tried to approach were knocked to the ground.

The direwolf moved.

When this step was taken, the surrounding air suddenly dropped significantly.

Lin Mu's breath condensed into white mist in the air.

He sidestepped the icy breath spewed by the direwolf, and the tip of his spear grazed the soft flesh under the direwolf's foreleg armpit, where there was no bone armor covering it.

When the tip of the gun grazed the fur, it left only a very faint white mark.

Between the fur and flesh of the dire wolf lies an extremely thin and dense layer of primal ice armor; even a powerful strike can only shake out a few ice shards.

The direwolf shook its head.

The other four dire wolves simultaneously took a step forward, and frost breath surged from four directions at the same time.

Lin Mu's footwork changed from light to heavy, and the circle of Feng Ci's spear was compressed by the cold air, making it a full circle narrower than usual.

He struggled between the frost and the ice armor, and could only repeatedly stab the soft flesh under the armpits of the dire wolves with the tip of his spear, forcing them to constantly unleash their frost breath.

Each time a flash of white light appeared, the martial arts could capture a trace of the origin imprint's movement.

After observation, you can replicate the Ice Wolf Origin Mark. Replicate?

He silently said "yes" to himself.

A surge of extremely cold and heavy energy flowed into his dantian, and the original imprint of the Ice Wolf slowly circulated in his meridians, from his heart to his limbs, and then expanded outwards.

Next, the spear danced, and he danced with the wolves.

The direwolves used their breath to slow down Lin Mu's movements, working together to wear him down until he died.