105: Chapter 105 Patrolling Day and Night, Breaking the Formation

Hou Tu Realm, Rear.

Pulse Master · Earth Pulse Elder opened his eyes.

His white hair and beard fluttered in the wind, and his consciousness covered the entire underground of the Hou Tu Realm. He sensed the battle situation at the front line, perceived the Rock King's shield wall being torn apart, and felt the tide of Rakshasa advancing toward the heartland.

“That Rakshasa King... is at the sixth rank.” His voice was aged and calm, “But it is still not enough.”

He closed his eyes, his consciousness reaching deep into the depths of the earth.

There, a massive mineral vein existed. It was no ordinary mineral vein, but the Heart of the Earth Pulse of the Hou Tu Realm.

The energy source of the entire land.

The Pulse Master's fingers plucked gently, as if playing an invisible lute.

The energy of the Heart of the Earth Pulse began to flow, surging from the depths of the earth and pouring into the bodies of the Earth Spirits on the front lines.

The wounds of those injured Earth Spirits began to heal. The strength of the exhausted Earth Spirits began to recover. Those who had fallen climbed back up from the ground, raising their stone spears once more.

Earth Mother · Hou Tu floated in mid-air, the Core Crystal on her scepter erupting with a blinding light.

“Mother of Earth, protect your people.”

Her long hair spread across the entire battlefield, each strand acting as a healing tentacle. Those tentacles wrapped around the injured Earth Spirits, injecting them with the life force of the earth.

The Earth Spirits' formation stabilized once more.

They let out low war cries, raised their stone shields, and advanced.

The tide of Rakshasa was blocked once again.

Zhao Tiezhu stood in the center of the battlefield, watching those Earth Spirits stand up again, a hint of gravity flashing in his dark-gold vertical pupils.

“They can fight, tank, and even heal... this turtle shell is indeed tough.”

He took a deep breath and was about to charge again when Su Bai's voice sounded in his consciousness.

“Rakshasa King, retreat.”

Zhao Tiezhu was stunned for a moment.

“My Lord?”

“You have done enough,” Su Bai's voice was as calm as water. “You tore open the shield wall, forced out the energy of the Heart of the Earth Pulse, and consumed the Earth Mother's healing power. Now, it is time for someone else to take the field.”

Zhao Tiezhu grinned.

“Yes.”

He turned around and raised his sharp claws.

“Rakshasa, retreat!”

The 1.2 million Rakshasa retreated like a tide, leaving behind a ground full of rubble and cracks.

Rock King stood on the ruins of the shield wall, his deep gray eyes watching the retreating Rakshasa as an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

“They retreated... but why?”

His question was soon answered.

Because in the sky, two lights lit up.

One golden, one silver.

The Day Patrol Envoy and the Night Patrol Envoy descended simultaneously.

The Day Patrol Envoy floated above the Hou Tu Realm, his golden robes fluttering loudly in the Yin Qi. His eyes were golden, like two small suns, and in his hand he held a golden token engraved with the word ‘Suppress’.

The Night Patrol Envoy floated beside him, his silver robes drifting gently in the Yin Qi. His eyes were silver, like two cold moons, and in his hand he held a silver token engraved with the word ‘Lock’.

Two sixth-rank existences, two completely different auras, gold and silver reflecting each other.

Rock King looked up at those two figures, his pupils shrinking violently.

“What... is this?”

The Day Patrol Envoy did not answer.

He simply raised the golden token and gave it a gentle wave.

[Golden Token Evil Suppression] activated.

Golden light poured out from the golden token like a waterfall, cascading down from the sky. Wherever that light passed, the earth-yellow radiance began to dim, defensive runes began to fail, and the bodies of the Earth Spirits began to tremble.

Because within that light was contained the power of ‘Suppression’.

Suppressing all evil, suppressing all hostility, suppressing all resistance.

The Earth Spirits were not evil, but they were enemies.

Before the golden token, an enemy is evil.

Rock King felt his body becoming heavy. It was not a physical weight, but a weight on the level of rules. The golden token was suppressing his power; his aura dropped from the mid-stage of the sixth rank to the early stage, his speed slowed, and his strength weakened.

“Damn it!”

He exerted all his strength to raise his giant shield, attempting to withstand that golden light. But the defensive runes on the giant shield were like paper before the golden token, extinguishing and collapsing one after another.

The Night Patrol Envoy moved.

He did not suppress from the front like the Day Patrol Envoy; instead, he disappeared into the void and appeared behind the Earth Spirits' formation in the next second.

[Silver Token Soul Lock] activated.

Silver light poured out from the silver token like a giant net, enveloping the Earth Spirits at the rear. That light was not for suppression but for locking. Locking onto every Earth Spirit's position, locking onto every Earth Spirit's aura, locking onto every Earth Spirit's soul.

Before the silver token, there was nowhere to hide.

The Earth Spirits' formation began to fall into chaos. With the golden token suppressing from the front and the silver token locking from behind, their defensive system was collapsing and their morale was disintegrating.

Pulse Master · Earth Pulse Elder opened his eyes, which were filled with shock.

“What kind of ability is this? Golden light suppressing, silver light locking... these two existences are specifically designed to counter formations and tactics!”

He desperately manipulated the energy of the Heart of the Earth Pulse, trying to stabilize the formation. But the golden token's suppression was too strong, and the silver token's locking was too precise. Every time he plucked the pulse, he was suppressed by the golden token; every time he tried to sense, he was locked by the silver token.

Earth Mother · Hou Tu floated in mid-air, the Core Crystal on her scepter trembling violently. Her healing power was drastically weakened before the golden token, and her long hair tentacles were locked onto one by one before the silver token.

“I... I can't hold on!” Her voice was trembling.

Sikong Xuan's consciousness avatar floated above the Hou Tu Realm, his earthy-brown eyes watching those two golden lights as his expression finally changed.

“Day and Night Patrol Gods... heroes specifically meant to counter formations and tactics...” His voice was low. “Just how many trump cards does this Su Bai have?”

He grit his teeth.

“Mountain Lord! Strike!”

Mountain Lord · Gen Yue moved.

His body was hundreds of feet tall, and with every step he took, the earth cracked. His fists were larger than city gates, and his strength was enough to shatter mountain ranges.

He raised his fist and smashed it toward the Day Patrol Envoy.

The power of that punch was enough to grind a mountain peak into powder.

The Day Patrol Envoy looked at the incoming fist, his golden eyes devoid of any fear.

He simply raised the golden token and gave it a gentle wave.

The word ‘Suppress’ on the golden token erupted with a blinding light, which transformed into a golden shield that blocked the path in front of the Day Patrol Envoy.

Mountain Lord's fist smashed into the golden shield.

BOOM!!!

A violent shockwave expanded in all directions, shaking the entire Hou Tu Realm.

Cracks appeared on the golden shield, but it did not break.

The Day Patrol Envoy's figure was knocked back a hundred feet by the shock, but his aura remained stable. He looked at the Mountain Lord, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

“Sixth rank high stage... quite a lot of strength.”

Mountain Lord's eyes narrowed slightly.

His full-power strike was actually blocked by a mid-stage sixth-rank ‘Envoy’?

Refusing to believe it, he raised his fist again.

But this time, before his fist could fall, a gray-white figure had already appeared before him.

Ghost King.

Peak of the sixth rank.

The Ghost King floated in mid-air, his golden vertical pupils looking down at the Mountain Lord like a monarch inspecting a transgressor.

“Your opponent is me.”