Zither Emperor Chapter 569 Chapter 178 Mountain Giant Turn Heaven and Earth

569: Chapter 178 Mountain Giant, Turn Heaven and Earth Upside Down (End) 569: Chapter 178 Mountain Giant, Turn Heaven and Earth Upside Down (End) Meanwhile, though the people of Flore had many mages, the quality was inconsistent.

Only a very few of them could pose a threat to Ye Yinzhu and his panions.

So what if their magic was bombarding them?

The ones by his side were the elite warriors from the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, each at least at the peak of Green rank Douqi.

Such widespread mid to low-level magic carpet bombing attacks would not easily break through his panions’ defenses.

Just as Ye Yinzhu was pondering these thoughts, Giant Ming gave him a big surprise.

With his arms suddenly thrusting into the ground, a layer of milky white light mixed with a deep yellow shone crazily out of Ming, continuously merging into the ground.

A large number of Flore soldiers took this opportunity to surround Ming in the center, incessantly hitting his body with their laughable weapons.

Unfortunately, they were facing a mountain giant.

Not just them, even their Marshal Kusler, who reached Zi rank, would not possibly be able to breach Ming’s defense.

Boom— The earth began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

Thousands of Flore vanguard warriors almost simultaneously fell to the ground, horrified to find that the ground beneath their feet was trembling intensely.

At that moment, the first wave of magical attacks from Flore’s Army of Mages was finally pleted.

Five hundred magnificent spells— at least they looked magnificent— blanketed the sky as they headed toward the front of Sifuerte City.

Intense Douqi light simultaneously ignited from the bodies of the Eastern Dragon powerhouses.

Their gazes determined, they moved as quickly as possible, huddling together with their panions, and simultaneously crouched down to reduce the area exposed to the magic attack as much as possible.

Outside their Douqi, a dull yellow sheen formed.

A faint light flickered as Ye Yinzhu’s eyes revealed a soft divine light.

Gently strumming his Cascade Pearl Beads Zither, a series of deep hums, akin to the singing of the sea, rang out.

A faint purple light spread from around his body, enveloping both himself and Zi.

He knew that now was not the time to unleash his full magical power.

And then, at that moment, something miraculous happened.

Ming let out an unheard-of roar from his mouth, even causing the Sifuerte City behind him to shudder violently, and the water in the City Moat was lifted several meters high by the powerful sound waves.

The ground moved.

Yes, the ground actually moved.

Ming’s body emitted a series of tooth-aching cracking sounds, indicating that he was using all of his strength.

A strong milky white light burst forth from him.

His arms, which had been thrust into the ground, slowly rose, straightening along with his body, and the ground in front of him— yes, the ground in front of him— was being pulled up by those strong arms.

It was not a small area, but a vast expanse stretching over a thousand square meters, and more than ten meters thick.

In front of the warriors of Qin City, a massive shield seemed to have been raised, and it appeared as if the whole sky had darkened.

Those Flore soldiers who had been attacking Ming were either lifted by the rising ground or fell behind him.

Under Ming’s action, all the nearby siege equipment instantly turned into rolling gourds; acpanied by the roaring sound of collapse, it became impossible for these cumbersome siege machines to remain unharmed.

What kind of strength was this?

Was this the power of a god?

Kusler watched the scene in shock.

No, this was not the power of a god, but the true strength of a Sub-God rank mountain giant.

Even if human powerhouses cultivated to Sub-God rank strength, they would not be able to create such a terrifying scene as Ming had done.

It was the innate talent of a mountain giant bined with the immense power of Sub-God rank that made the scene before them a reality.

Five hundred magical attacks suddenly struck, but how could they overe that huge barrier of thousands of square meters?

The power of these spells was decent, but too scattered to possibly break through the massive shield that was more than ten meters thick.

Ming’s face looked somewhat solemn, his body continuously emitting layers of astonishing milky white aura.

His strong arms supporting the huge barrier in front of him were trembling slightly, but Ming did not stop his actions.

Instead, he pushed the ground in front of him, moving forward step by step, his hands continually advancing and slowly pushing up the thousands of square meters of ground.

Ye Yinzhu clearly saw that with every step Ming took forward, a footprint several meters deep was left on the ground.

With a slight change in expression, Ye Yinzhu quickly urgently said, “Zi, quick, help Ming.

Everyone else, follow me.”

The lifted ground undoubtedly divided Flore’s vanguard into two parts, one blocked on the outside, the other trapped inside.

Without any hesitation, Ye Yinzhu led the Eastern Dragon powerhouses in raising their slaughter against them.

Zi strode forward, and although he was half as tall as Ming and had not reached Sub-God rank strength, the pressure on Ming eased a bit with the addition of Zi at the peak of rank nine, and his arms became firmer.

Ye Yinzhu didn’t put away his Cascade Pearl Beads Zither.

With wings spread, he floated in mid-air, directing the Dong Long Soldiers to slaughter the Flore Soldiers like cutting melons, all the while his fingers dancing across the zither strings, sending elegant music cascading down like beads in a waterfall, a faint purple glow enveloping most of the battlefield.

The massive increase in his spiritual power wasn’t enough to allow him to control the music to affect every individual differently, but distinguishing friend from foe was no problem.

The song “High Mountain Flowing Water” further amplified the disparity between the two sides.

This was the first time the Dong Long Soldiers fought under the mand of their regent, Ye Yinzhu’s zither.

The effects of the Claw Druids’ roaring magic hadn’t faded yet, and they were now amplified by the song “High Mountain Flowing Water.” For a moment, those Dong Long Soldiers seemed like tigers unleashed from their cages.

Although there were only five hundred of them, their lethality was so terrifying that even Ye Yinzhu was surprised.

The People of Dong Long, hidden in darkness for over a thousand years, had constantly honed and suffered, pushing their fiery spirit deep within themselves.

Now, Ye Yinzhu was giving them the opportunity to unleash that fiery spirit.

To the People of Dong Long, every other human race on the continent could be considered their enemy, descendants of the West Dragon Empire that had destroyed the Eastern Dragon Empire.

Facing these people, they felt no pity, only an insatiable urge to kill, kill, kill.

Ming and Zi, the two powerhouses, worked together to finally lift the thousands of square meters of ground.

In the midst of Flore’s Army, Kusler immediately realized what they were planning to do and, panicking, shouted, “Quick, the Vanguard retreat!

Sound the retreat!”

But it was too late; everything was ultimately a bit too late.

How could the simultaneous efforts of two Divine Beasts be without effect?

The area covered was simply too vast.

When that land was raised to a ninety-degree angle and fell like the slap of Heaven’s God, it brought nothing but disaster to the Flore Vanguard.

Thousands of square meters of land, lifted by the Mountain Giant Ming’s overwhelming strength infused with Sub-God rank energy.

Indeed, as a Mountain giant, Ming’s attack methods were more limited pared to the War Behemoth Glacis, which is why he ranked after Glacis.

However, Ming had his own advantages.

Besides defense, his affinity was earth, making rocks and soil his closest allies.

Now, using his Earth Attribute abilities to their fullest, he brought their effects to this battlefield.

The ground trembled, and the entire battlefield shook as the terrifying scene unfolded: thousands of square meters of land fell heavily.

The result was nothing but destruction, true destruction.

All the siege equipment was smashed to smithereens, and the Flore Vanguard that couldn’t retreat in time was buried under the ground, their fate unquestionable.

Without mighty strength like Ming’s, countless lives were entombed forever in front of Spirit City.

The oute that unfolded before them could only be described as a field littered with the dead.

When Kusler and Flore’s Army saw what remained of their Vanguard, all they could see were swathes of corpses.

Aside from the nearly ten thousand who had died during the siege, only less than thirty percent of the forty thousand Vanguard managed to escape the range of the land’s crash, meaning roughly twenty thousand lives were extinguished.

Most of them perished due to the joint efforts of Ming and Zi.

“Retreat,” Ye Yinzhu decided quickly, issuing the retreat mand.

From the charge out of Spirit City to the retreat, it was merely a quarter of an hour.

What did it matter that the drawbridge was lowered?

Not a single person from Flore could cross it and enter the city.

The two hundred Claw Druids at the city gates shredded any Flore Soldier daring enough to rush toward the city.

Ye Yinzhu left them there, forming a defense even more solid than any gate.

Ming immediately resumed his human form, his forehead dripping with sweat, Ye Yinzhu clearly saw his limbs trembling slightly.

Even as a Divine Beast, a Sub-God rank powerhouse, following that exertion, Ming’s energy was undoubtedly greatly depleted.

Two hundred beams of yellow light accurately enveloped the Qin City Warriors, including Ming and Zi.

It was a somewhat ethereal yellow light, like silk, gently swirling around their bodies, restoring lost strength and healing wounds at an astonishing rate.

Thrice in a row, all the Dong Long Soldiers who had charged out of the city were enveloped in this yellow light.

The sensation of strength being restored was undeniably forting.

Right—this was another innate magic of the Claw Druids, Rejuvenation.

A magic more direct than Light Attribute Healing Technique, capable of restoring physical strength and alleviating pain rapidly; the Rejuvenation, filled with the essence of nature, was even more pleasant than the touch of Light Magic.

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