Zither Emperor Chapter 371 Chapter 113 Extreme Transmission Middle_1

371: Chapter 113: Extreme Transmission (Middle)_1 371: Chapter 113: Extreme Transmission (Middle)_1 A Blue rank Sorcerer’s spiritual strength is entirely capable of achieving it.

But the other choice involves staking one’s own life as the gamble.

Ye Yinzhu didn’t think twice, he chose the second option.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his heart, “I won’t give up on any panion, not in the past, not now, and not in the future.”

The Amethyst Sphere, pletely round and crystal clear, with purple light flowing within, suddenly emitted an unprecedented intense purple light as the purple Hexagram flared up; then, one by one, plex symbols clearly appeared within it.

As the last stroke of the pattern was pleted, a layer of dim purple brilliance burst forth.

The sudden blaze of light made the charging Lion Man Tribe Army pause for a moment, but their burning rage had already caused them to lose their reason.

Even in the face of Zi rank Magic, their charge wouldn’t stop—a mere hundred meters was left to the summit.

The pain brought about by pushing his spiritual power to the limit was as if his Spirit of the Sea was about to be torn apart.

Ye Yinzhu let out a roar, and the Mana gushing from the magic formation grew even stronger.

In these days of battle, Ye Yinzhu was never in perfect condition.

Just inscribing the Magic Formation had already drained a great deal of his spiritual power, and the lack of Douqi had made his body weak.

After several round trips of teleportation, his current spiritual power was only at thirty percent of its best state.

Now, what he needed to do was not only to leave this place with the Life Storage Gem but to also push this Teleportation Magic Circle Formation to its limit and take the remaining hundred people away.

The purple Magic Formation, resembling a cold Abyss, instantly sapped away all of Ye Yinzhu’s spiritual power, his Spirit of the Sea was drying up, and his Spiritual Imprint was on the verge of breaking.

Even so, Ye Yinzhu forcibly suppressed Zi’s urge to break through space and rush to his rescue, sensing his own crisis.

Without the Amethyst Great Sword, although Zi’s strength had bee much greater than before, she could not arrive next to Ye Yinzhu through an equivalent native teleportation.

And at the moment, Ye Yinzhu’s spirit, on the verge of collapse, could not withstand Zi’s summoning.

However, apart from Zi, there was another person whose spirit and soul were closely connected to Ye Yinzhu, that was the soul-attached Silver Dragon Princess.

The impending collapse of Ye Yinzhu’s Spirit of the Sea immediately caused her to feel intense panic.

“Idiot, are you trying to kill yourself?” Li Sha shouted angrily, “Spirit sharing.”

The cold and angry voice sounded like heavenly music echoing in Ye Yinzhu’s ears, and the shrinking Spirit of the Sea, maintained by his willpower, suddenly contracted, easing the intense pain slightly.

Seizing this momentary chance, Ye Yinzhu threw out a spiritual link for spirit sharing in the direction of Li Sha.

Suddenly, a cluster of silver brilliance lit up on his forehead, the faint silver light turning into a point of starlight rising into the sky, circling about a foot above his head, casting a soft golden yellow radiance.

“With my Spiritual Imprint as the medium, oh spirit link!

Please coexist with me.” A silver thread of light shot towards Li Sha in an instant, but under the strong extraction of spiritual power by the Magic Formation, the silver thread did not sustain beyond a meter.

The figure with silver hair and purple eyes appeared in front of Ye Yinzhu in an instant.

Her body, nearly as tall as his, stood face to face with him.

The weak and nearly dissipating silver thread was captured by her without missing a beat, and at that moment, perhaps because she was worried Ye Yinzhu’s spiritual power was too weak or some other reason, the Silver Dragon Princess opened her arms and embraced his waist.

Facing each other, the spirit sharing at such a close distance flooded Ye Yinzhu’s parched Spirit of the Sea with a massive spiritual power, akin to a spring flowing with water—such a timely aid!

As a mature Silver Dragon and a Magic Dragon, her spiritual power was incredibly powerful.

In just an instant, the excruciating pain on Ye Yinzhu’s Spiritual Imprint vanished.

The purple light around his body suddenly burst forth, and the entire Magic Formation twisted abruptly, making the bodies of the soldiers within it appear ethereal.

With the existence of soul attachment, the spirit sharing between Ye Yinzhu and Li Sha went extremely smoothly.

With Zi rank Magic Power, supporting the teleportation of these hundred people was no longer an issue.

“I owe you one.” Ye Yinzhu looked deeply into Li Sha’s eyes, and as the purple light blossomed, the next moment, he and nearly a hundred figures disappeared from the hillside.

At that very moment, the Lion Man Tribe Army just reached the position that was almost within reach.

As the man she embraced suddenly vanished, a faint sense of emptiness rose in Li Sha’s heart.

A powerful wave of magic appeared behind her; Asis had arrived at her side, “It’s time for us to leave.”

Who could possibly stop a Silver Dragon that wanted to leave?

Probably even a Golden Behemoth wouldn’t be able to manage it without the proper weapon, and even less so other beastman races.

The Reaper 500’s journey to the Northernmost Wilderness thus came to a satisfying close.

Of course, that was the case for Ye Yinzhu’s side.

Milan Magic Martial Academy.

The normally tranquil Divine Music Department Dormitory Area was suddenly overwhelmed with a large influx of uninvited guests, which immediately caused quite a stir.

It was right after midday classes when the girls from the Divine Music Department returned to their dormitory area, only to be shocked to discover a group of strange men who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, reeking of blood.

These men looked ragged; though they were wearing armor, its condition left much to be desired.

Not a single man had a plete set of armor on him; their bodies were covered in dirt and bloodstains, and the pungent smell of blood made these girls, who had grown up in a clean environment, extremely unfortable.

Yet, these men, who looked more like beggar soldiers than anything else, drew the attention of the delicate flowers of the Divine Music Department.

Because they were just so manly.

Bloodstains, pale faces, and weary expressions all attested to how exhausted these men in front of them were.

But there they stood, their spines as straight as spears.

Even with wounds still bleeding, they showed no expression of pain or even the slightest groan.

Their cold, somewhat lifeless gazes pletely disregarded the presence of the beautiful girls of the Divine Music Department.

Yet, to the girls, these gazes were strangely lethal.

Nearly every student who passed by and saw them stopped in their tracks, pointing and whispering from a distance.

They didn’t know how these men had suddenly appeared here, but the feeling they got from these men—as if they had just crawled out of a pile of corpses—was something they had never seen before.

The dormitory Ye Yinzhu lived in was already quite spacious for a student of Milan Magic Martial Academy, but it was meant for him and Sura alone.

Now, a full five hundred men had been transported back, and apart from Haiyang, who had fallen into a a and was placed in Ye Yinzhu’s bedroom, the rest of the warriors could only stand outside the dormitory.

Due to the urgency of the teleportation, Ye Yinzhu hadn’t even had time to order them to rest.

The dormitory, surrounded by the Death God Soldiers, once again emitted a strong purple light as warriors walked out one after another, further increasing the number of people outside.

“Rest where you are,” Ye Yinzhu returned.

He staggered out of the dormitory, fighting against the intense dizziness he felt in his mind.

He knew that, without his mand, the soldiers of Reaper 500 would keep standing there, even to the point of death from excessive blood loss.

“Master…

Ye Yinzhu.” Amid the Divine Music Department students, when they saw the staggering figure of Ye Yinzhu emerge among those lifeless warriors, Yan Luo, who had been in the crowd, couldn’t help but cry out in shock, quickly breaking through the throng and, along with the other Blue Elf girls, running toward the dormitory.

Ye Yinzhu was their savior who had given them a new lease on life, their esteemed Zither Emperor.

“Halt.” A row of heavy swords were simultaneously raised.

Those damaged and broken heavy swords, in a moment, exuded a dreadful aura.

If Yan Luo and the ten other girls dared to advance even half a step further, there was no doubt that their lives would be taken by those heavy swords.

Yan Luo’s forward momentum halted as she eyed the broken swords in front of her, and her body involuntarily shivered.

Only now that she was closer did she realize the bone-chilling and mournful presence they emitted, a thick scent of blood that almost overwhelmed the pure Blue Elf girls.

“Stop.

From now on, nobody attacks without my order.

Rest where you are.” Ye Yinzhu’s timely mand defused the crisis facing the Blue Elf girls.

The Death God Soldiers each sat down in place and began to simply treat their own wounds.

Suppressing her disfort, Yan Luo, trembling, walked up to Ye Yinzhu’s side with her sisters, and without hesitation, she took Ye Yinzhu’s arm, supporting him as his body looked ready to collapse at any moment.

“I’m fine.

Go find Granny Nina immediately, tell her I’ve returned,” Ye Yinzhu said, his first thought being to mitigate any disturbance Reaper 500 might cause within the academy by finding Director Nina.

He hadn’t used the teleportation magic at their departure to keep Oliveira and others from knowing he could teleport to the Northernmost Wilderness.

Teleporting back was something he had planned early on.

After all, that was the world of the Beastmen.

Yan Luo agreed and passed Ye Yinzhu into Xun’s care before swiftly running off.

When the soldiers of Reaper 500 saw that dancing blue figure dashing by, a hint of life seemed to return to their dormant eyes.

Five hundred men had killed at least fifty thousand Beastmen in the Northernmost Wilderness; on average, each had slain more than a hundred.

The coldness accumulated through such slaughter wasn’t something that could be recovered from in just a day or two.

Ye Yinzhu, leaning on Xun, returned to his room, where Oliveira and Ye Hongyan had been left to rest.

Now, they were both asleep.

It was only after breathing the air of Milan that the tense nerves of Reaper 500 finally began to relax slightly.

Walking back to the dormitory, Xiang Luan frowned and waved away the male students who came up to chat with her, feeling very upset these days.

Ye Yinzhu and Haiyang had left once again.

Although she knew from her father what they were up to, deep inside, Xiang Luan felt a feeling she had never experienced before—an emotion known as jealousy.

(To be continued.

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