Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1967: Chapter 998: The Final Journey (End)

Everyone looked up and saw Uncle Li Dong sitting sideways on a Green Ox, flying from afar with a piercing charm like the crescent moon in the sky.

This demigod, amidst the night’s Great Snow, took a deep breath, swirling the snow like a dragon, as if intending to suck in the dazzling aurora and galaxy above.

Breath of Heaven and Earth!

See how, the Yellow River’s waters come from the heavens!

Flowing to the sea, never to return!

A stream of cloud gas cascaded from the sky, like a river, like a waterfall, enveloping the sky’s snow like blades.

The densely packed army of the deceased charging forward was washed by this cloud gas, turning into white bones scattered across the ground.

But that was not enough, Uncle Li Dong astonishingly pulled out a Power Bank, replaying the terrifying heavenly river once again!

Snowflakes washed over the mountains and land, opening the path of charge for the Northwestern Army’s Spiritual Beings, the winds howling through the battlefield like a song of the high heavens!

Luo Wanya inexplicably felt his eyes a bit moist, feeling that when you refuse to give up, the world will surely play for you.

In the next moment, more and more Northwestern Army Spiritual Beings burst forth from the Key of Gate, just like they did a thousand years ago, treading once more on the battlefield to save the world!

The endless gold clashing with the gray despair of the king’s army, the gold was incredibly radiant and splendid, its brilliance reaching the heavens!

Yet Spiritual Beings also die, and upon sustaining fatal injuries, they would transform into golden light flying towards the Northwest, returning to the Spirit Shrine to recuperate.

Zhang Xiaoman rushed to the forefront, laughing loudly: “Going ahead first!”

The great trickster sweeps the battlefield like a tank, having been A-Class in life, now with the blessing of Ren Xiaosu Hero Spirit Temple, early breaking through the shackles of A-Class: “I’ll hold on for a bit longer!”

During battle, Spiritual Beings one by one turned into flowing light leaving the battlefield, like the Leo meteor shower in the heavens, woven and shuttle, brilliant to the extreme.

Spiritual Beings laugh as they rush to fight, upon meeting living humans, they laugh and say: “We won’t die, we’ll go first!”

Luo Wanya observed the situation, suddenly speaking: “How many Northwestern Spiritual Beings are there?”

Zheng Yuandong said: “Expected 278911, actual 278911.”

Luo Wanya said: “That’s not enough, the number of the deceased army exceeds them, and the Northwestern Army Spiritual Beings will be exhausted sooner or later. Boss Zheng, we need to find a way to reach the Duke of Storm City; only by finding the controller behind the deceased army can this war end.”

Zheng Yuandong took out the Black Eye of Truth in his hand, raising his hand to freeze thousands of miles: “Don’t worry, someone is already searching. These Northwestern troops are not here to save the world but to help us delay.”

Luo Wanya was stunned; he immediately recollected the happenings on the battlefield, reminiscing who was absent from this fight, the absentee, at this moment must be on the road seeking the Duke of Storm City.

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Snow covered the mountain road; when snow covered Black Mountain, it was as if a youth had turned gray.

A middle-aged man and a young man faced the blustery snow, following behind a pure golden Pangolin; this Pangolin sought Taboo along the way, belonging to the Contraindicated courts.

Along this road, the adorably clumsy Gold-seeking Beast was leading the two to the mountain top, where hundreds of Taboo items once appeared, their scents tantalizing the Gold-seeking Beast.

“Mr. Yunjing, can we really find the enemy?” Zhang Mengchan asked.

Li Yunjing replied calmly: “The old man on Ginkgo Mountain says we can, then we certainly can.”

“You trust him?” Zhang Mengchan curiously asked.

“Li Yunshou and the old man Li Xiurui trust him, so I trust him,” Li Yunjing answered.

At that moment, the two encountered 12 A-Class Drama Masters heading down to the battlefield.

Stand firm across the mountain road, a few hundred meters away, Li Yunjing, also A-Class, suddenly rolled up his coarse-cloth sleeve: “You go for the main target, leave these people to me.”

Zhang Mengchan knew Mr. Yunjing was serious, the last time he rolled up his sleeves was to snatch tripe in a hotpot with himself; apart from that, no other matter deserved such treatment.

Zhang Mengchan tightened the white cloth covering his eyes, passing nonchalantly through the Drama Masters, ascending along the mountain road: “Make way.”

Saying this, the Drama Masters indeed made way, knowing this youth was an unbeatable opponent.

Li Yunjing watched Zhang Mengchan’s silhouette, reminiscing meeting this youth earlier, merely perceiving him as somewhat pitiful, somewhat cold, somewhat lonely.

Now possessing the demeanor of a master.

Zhang Mengchan ignored the overwhelming sounds of killing behind him, merely following the Gold-seeking Beast to the mountain peak, ‘looking’ at the Duke of Storm City wielding the High Great Scepter.

The Duke of Storm City ceased concerning about the battlefield, turned to Zhang Mengchan, using stiff Chinese to speak: “Commendable courage.”

But upon closer look,

Zhang Mengchan stood on the mountaintop, seemingly harmonious with heaven and earth, he was heaven and earth, heaven and earth was him.

Even as time passes, years change, giant transfigurations of mountains and seas, the youth alone unchanged.

The Duke of Storm City squinted slightly, suddenly feeling perhaps this was the most formidable opponent he ever encountered, although the youth was blind, he had a feeling of being seen through completely.

Before the final battle, he had anticipated encountering Qing Chen, Uncle Li Dong, anticipated being surrounded.

Yet never thought, ultimately this final match would be against an unknown blind youth.

But when the opponent appeared before him, the Duke of Storm City instinctively felt it seemed highly reasonable.

“Alright, I’m on a tight schedule,” Zhang Mengchan said with a smile, then charged at the Duke of Storm City.