Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2930: Chapter 169: Sishen

Green You Mountain Realm, the Marsh of Venomous Gu.

The Barbarian Soldiers of the Gao Tu Tribe had shriveled skin, covered in poison spots like toads.

This was the result of the Cultivation Techniques their tribe had inherited for generations.

After cultivating such techniques, their skin fused with poisonous fluids; even in the poisonous marsh, they could breathe, and could even absorb the surrounding toxins and turn them to their own use.

This was a kind of extremely tricky and obscure, yet vicious Barbarian Tribes’ inheritance.

At this moment, these Barbarian Soldiers of the Gao Tu Tribe lay dormant within the poisonous marsh, merging completely with the surrounding environment.

Only a group of Gao Tu Tribe Golden Core Barbarian Generals, relying on their profound cultivation, stood barefoot on the surface of the green swamp water, their faces bizarre, coldly watching the Barbarian Soldiers of Vermilion Bird Mountain.

At their head was a man whose poison spots were the most numerous, and whose gaze was the most venomous. His deep cultivation and Poison Technique had fused into one; even the breath he exhaled seemed to carry a forest-green, deadly poison.

This man was the General of the Gao Tu Tribe, named Gao Du.

The Chieftain of the Gao Tu Tribe was muddleheaded and had long ceased to wage war; now this General Gao Du was also the strongest of the Gao Tu Tribe.

Gao Du, relying on his cultivation, stood on the surface of the poisonous marsh, his breathing resonating with all kinds of Filthy Qi and poisonous vapors around him, his aura extremely ghastly.

And facing off against Gao Du was the Shugubu Great Chief, Lugu, clad in full Battle Armor.

Behind Lugu stood a host of Vermilion Bird Mountain Barbarian Soldiers, most of whom belonged to the Shugubu.

The Shugubu was, under Mo Hua’s command, besides the Divine Slave Tribe, his most trusted force.

As for Mo Hua, currently acting as Divine Priest, he had withdrawn far from the battlefield, watching everything from afar, surrounded by a ring of guards and under the close protection of the Big Tiger.

Gao Du’s gaze, tinged with wariness, swept past Mo Hua, then shifted onto the most troublesome enemy before him—Lugu.

Gao Du sneered once. ”A defeated general still dares to come fight?”

Lugu’s eyes were ice-cold as he said in a deep voice, ”Gao Du, you cling to this poisonous marsh like some mangy toad. What kind of skill is that? If you came up onto the shore, within five hundred exchanges I would surely kill you!”

Gao Du gave a cold laugh. ”Then why don’t you come down? If you step into this poisonous marsh, within five hundred exchanges I’ll just as surely poison you to death, you piece of trash!”

The two traded a few more curses.

Lugu didn’t want to waste words with him and said, ”I’ll advise you once: quickly place your faith in the Divine Lord and submit to the Divine Blessing.”

Gao Du sneered, ”I don’t know of any Divine Lord.”

Lugu’s voice was devout: ”The Divine Lord is the lord of all gods in the Great Wilderness, body like golden jade, divine radiance ten thousand zhang, bearing the horn of a Pixiu and the body of an Azure Dragon, with mighty Divine Skills; with one hand he plucks the stars, with a turn of his palm he transforms Holy Patterns; with both eyes condensed into sword light, he can cut down all heresies and command all gods of the Great Wilderness...”

Gao Du frowned, thinking that this Lugu really could talk shit.

Lugu continued, ”The Divine Blessing was personally appointed by the Divine Lord as his executor, holding the Divine Lord’s authority. In the name of the Divine Lord, he shall save the Barbaric Wilderness from calamity and rescue all living beings from fire and water...”

Gao Du pointed at Mo Hua from afar. ”That’s your so-called Divine Priest?”

Lugu said, ”Correct.”

Gao Du let out a cold laugh. ”I really thought it would be some great figure... Our Barbaric Wilderness needs him to save us? Self-important idiot—what does he think he is? Calling himself some Divine Priest, what a joke. In my eyes he’s just a snot-nosed brat, who somehow got hold of a Tiger Demon, putting on airs, strutting around to fool people...”

A fierce light flashed in Lugu’s eyes. ”To offend the Divine Blessing is death!”

Before the words had fallen, he drew his Demon Bone Cutting Knife, carrying a terrifying might, and hacked toward Gao Du with a single stroke.

Gao Du’s mouth spoke with contempt, but he was not careless in the least. He immediately brought forth a pair of twin Snake-Bone Blades and caught Lugu’s Demon Bone Cutting Knife.

The two wrestled for a while, Strength intertwining, shaking the surrounding swamp into a boil, poisonous miasma rolling back on itself.

Gao Du was clearly at a disadvantage.

Gao Du also knew that he was no match for Lugu in a straight clash, so he immediately sank his body, plunging into the poisonous marsh, using the treacherous poison bog to constrain Lugu.

Lugu had no choice; disregarding the lethal poison of the marsh, he could only continue to press forward and fight Gao Du in the mire.

Fortunately, before the battle he had taken quite a few Poison-Repelling Pills and had smeared a layer of poison-repelling medicinal juice over his body, giving him a certain resistance to poison.

Thus the two Great Chiefs and Generals were locked in a fierce battle.

This was also a kind of custom in tribal wars:

When two armies clash, the Generals must first engage in a life-and-death duel.

The victorious side has its morale greatly raised and will gain the upper hand in the battle.

And if they can truly be the first to cut down the enemy General, then the enemy troops can only rout; this battle can be taken without further casualties.

Given the current situation, the Generals could only fight first.

With the poisonous marsh blocking the way and Gao Tu Tribe’s poison troops lying in ambush, the Vermilion Bird Mountain Barbarian Soldiers were temporarily unable to launch an attack.

And Lugu and Gao Du were both at the Late Golden Core Stage, their strength formidable.

If they truly went all out in slaughter, others simply could not approach; otherwise they would easily be caught in the crossfire and suffer grievous wounds or lose their lives.

Thus the two forces could only confront each other, watching their Generals kill and cut.

And the outcome between the Generals would almost determine the course of the battle.

Within the poisonous marsh, the Late Golden Core Stage Strength surged for a time; poisonous waters boiled to the heavens, rotten wood turned to ash, and the entire terrain was beaten out of shape.

All the poisons and venomous waters were churned together into whirlpools; no one else dared get close.

After such slaughter for seven or eight hundred exchanges, Lugu finally could no longer endure.

His raw power was stronger than Gao Du’s. But in the poisonous marsh he simply could not bring his full cultivation to bear.

In contrast, Gao Du in the poisonous marsh was ”like a fish in water”; the Hundred Poisonous Snake Skill he cultivated was even more sinister and ruthless.

And the medicinal effect of the Poison-Repelling Pills Lugu had taken was soon to run out; if he kept fighting, he really would be worn down and poisoned to death by Gao Du.