NABC Chapter 1227 - 1224: Long Howl, Dream Weaver
Chapter 1227 - 1224: Long Howl, Dream Weaver
Death without a complete corpse...The four words struck Ji Qiutang’s mind hard, and before his eyes, his brothers fell one by one before him. It was Qin Zhan leading his Junmen charging at the front lines, it was Feng Zhihuai commanding his brothers to protect the retreat of their technical staff, it was those from Junmen exchanging their lives to preserve Qin Zhan’s. It was... it was the third brother... The third brother watching him before leaving, telling him that the dream could be changed...
Death without a complete corpse?
How could such words be uttered so easily?
Different factions, isn’t it a case of either you die or I survive...
A faint white spiritual power began to overflow around him, gradually turning pure white, spreading out like a dream, then slowly enveloping them all, as if they had entered a dream world.
Although it looked no different, Yu Tian was suddenly alarmed; this was clearly the state of spiritual power advancing! Ji Qiutang had advanced!
Suddenly, the surroundings began to tremble, and the white fog started to disperse as a result, feeling the now active spiritual power within him that was not his own, Ji Qiutang curved his lips. It seemed Little Nine had cast another powerful move... he needed to end this quickly too...
Although he had not yet reached the level of forming shapes with spiritual power, his gaze fell on the long howl he had transformed using Bi Xia’s silver pistol, Ji Qiutang chuckled; he had a secret weapon at hand...
The long howl was placed between his lips, and the impromptu melody began. The originally dense fog started to change, forming one unbreakable illusion after another, much like a secret realm within a peach blossom paradise.
Ji Qiutang’s second awakening was the ability to foresee dreams, devoid of any attack capability. His spiritual power could take the form of a long howl, and when these two collided, it created the most dangerous scene, with the greatest area of destructive power.
The long howl wielded the dream, constructing the content within the dream. Those who fell into the illusion with weak spiritual power would become lost inside until death.
The dragon’s roar sounded again, the melody of Ji Qiutang became more intense, and he slowly closed his eyes, a faint smile at the corners of his lips. The illusion constructed by the spiritual power began to transform, turning from the original peach blossom paradise into a cliff-filled dense forest. At this moment, in that cliff-filled dense woods, Yu Tian, with a cold face, watched the huge wolf in front of him, took a step back, and the wolf above his head also leaped down, baring its fangs against an opponent much larger than itself.
Yu Tian looked at the huge wolf fighting his spiritual power, and coldly laughed. Advancement... so what? Spiritual power formation... so what? The level was here; regardless of how Ji Qiutang struggled, the final result would be himself breaking through this fragile illusion and stepping Ji Qiutang under foot! And what about Zhan Jiu, he didn’t know how his brother’s battle was going...
But thinking of Yu Hai’s spiritual power being higher than his own, Yu Tian felt a little more at ease, focusing intently on the giant wolf in front of him.
At this moment, another spiritual force was injected; Yu Tian paused, carefully observing this spiritual power. It was faintly weak but so fast one couldn’t discern its color. If his spiritual power wasn’t higher, he might not have noticed. Abruptly startled in heart, Yu Tian furrowed his brow, beginning to feel uneasy.
Could it be Wei Ming? Impossible, Wei Ming was locked by himself in the secret room’s cage!
No way! Yu Tian forcibly expanded his spiritual power, and the wolf instantly enlarged, its howl echoing through the space, causing the illusion to shatter.
Outside, Ji Qiutang could not control it temporarily and spat out a mouthful of blood. Seeing this, Wei Ming hurriedly injected his own spiritual power again into the rapidly thinning pure white, yet his eyes repeatedly glanced backward, filled with urgency, seeming to be waiting for something.
With a bang, Yu Tian’s wolf tore the giant wolf within the illusion to shreds in one blow, the illusion shattered instantly, and the previously sounding melody abruptly stopped. Ji Qiutang suddenly spat out blood again; Wei Ming immediately shielded in front of Ji Qiutang, warily looking at Yu Tian, ready to use his remaining spiritual power for a confrontation at any time.
Looking at Ji Qiutang and Wei Ming, Yu Tian smiled maliciously, "I didn’t expect that in the end, not only Second Young Master Ji but also Mr. Wei would die at my hands. I, Yu Tian, am content even in death!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the wolf with an open bloodstained mouth lunged toward Ji Qiutang and Wei Ming. Just as Wei Ming was about to escape with Ji Qiutang, a long dragon’s roar arose, an endless oppression came from behind. A gigantic azure dragon passed by Wei Ming, creating a strong gust, icy as a sharp blade, its dragon eyes devoid of any emotion, its tail striking the wolf onto the wall, shielding Ji Qiutang and Wei Ming. With a tilt of its neck, the dragon roared once more, all its oppression falling upon Yu Tian and the wolf.