Chapter 762: The Rumble of the Three Beasts in the Ancient Wilds

The three old men who appeared in the sky were all dressed in green robes. However, on the robes, there were patterns of a lion, a tiger, and a bear, respectively. These patterns did not seem to be made from ordinary threads; instead, they appeared as if formed by a mysterious, condensed energy. Therefore, when one’s gaze landed upon them, the three ferocious beasts would stare back with their sinister, blood-red eyes. For those with weak wills, merely being subjected to such a ruthless, murderous gaze could make their legs go soft. Although the three old men in green seemed to be only at the peak of Battle Emperor level, Medusa’s expression turned grave, unable to hide her anxiety. The “Three Beasts Wildland Art” practiced by these three individuals was extremely unusual, allowing for a formidable combined combat power. Even she had to take it seriously.

Outside the fortress, as the three elders of Mulinan Valley appeared, the massive coalition of soldiers from the three countries erupted with roars of excitement. In contrast, Xiao Ding and the others on the stronghold felt a slight heaviness in their hearts.

“Damn it, what despicable fellows! Regardless of their reputations in the northwestern region, they actually resort to gang violence.” Hai Bodong grimaced, staring at the three old men in the sky, swearing uncontrollably.

Jia Xingtian also darkened his face and nodded, hesitated for a moment, then said, “Should the two of us go out to help Queen Medusa? To buy her some time, at least?”

“Calm down, if you both get involved, the other strong players from the three sects will surely join in. This would only bring the inevitable battle forward, and your goal would become unattainable,” Xiao Ding said, shaking his head with a grave expression.

“So what should we do? Are we just going to watch her being attacked?” Hai Bodong asked, his brows furrowing tightly.

“Well, at this point, we can only hope that Queen Medusa can hold her ground. There is no other choice,” Xiao Ding sighed bitterly, feeling helpless in a situation where every move put them at a disadvantage.

Hearing this, Hai Bodong and Jia Xingtian could only stomp their feet in frustration, fully aware that they were indeed in a disadvantaged position. Yet, as Xiao Ding mentioned, even though they knew they were disadvantaged, there was nothing they could do about it—their opponents had equal or more numerous Battle Sect and Battle Emperor level experts.

“If Xiao Yan were here, with his strength, he wouldn’t have much trouble stopping Luo Yan and the three Mulinan elders. With some time to herself, Medusa might even defeat one of them…” Fa Ma, who had been silent for a long while, spoke up with a sigh.

Xiao Ding and the rest sighed in agreement, knowing that it was true, but unsure when that guy’s retreat would end.

“Haha, Queen Medusa, don’t blame us for lack of manners, after all, you are not a weak opponent. Without joining forces, it would be impossible to handle you,” Luo Yan Tian’s glistening golden goose wings fluttered slightly, and he grinned, facing the solemn Medusa.

“Since it comes to this, why bother coming up with such pompous excuses? Aren’t you afraid of disgracing the identity of the Golden Goose Sect’s Patriarch?” Medusa sneered mockingly.

Luo Yan Tian chuckled, seemingly unconcerned by Medusa’s ridicule. His palm gently clenched, revealing a golden glow that transformed into an ancient spike-covered longsword. It was exceptionally sharp in appearance.

“Hehe, Elder Luo, Queen Medusa is no ordinary person. Joining forces to deal with her will hardly be threatening enough…” said one elder of the Mulinan Valley, whose robe was embroidered with a black bear, with a bloodthirsty flash in his eyes, his voice sharply mocking.

Luo Yan Tian smiled and glanced towards the massive Black Mountain Fortress. He suddenly said, “Your Highness, our target is just the Jia Ma Empire. We have nothing against your Snake People. If you are willing to lead your people away from here now, the three empires will certainly allow your people to flourish in this land. Why stand alongside them in a losing battle?”

Medusa glanced indifferently at him and retorted, “Do you really think I’m a child of three? Talking about this now is rather infantile, isn’t it?”

His smile stiffening somewhat, Luo Yan Tian lightly flicked his sword and chuckled coldly, “In that case, let us see the Snake People vanish from this northwest region…”.

“Relying on you alone?” Medusa’s exquisite eyebrows raised as her face became even more scornful.

“On myself, plus the three esteemed elders from the Mulinan Valley.” Smiling, Luo Yan Tian turned his head towards the Mulinan Valley elders, “Gentlemen, let us begin!”

“Hmm!” The three green-robed elders nodded in response, and abruptly, each took a step back, forming a peculiar battle formation that allowed for both offense and defense. Simultaneously, mighty auras surged out from the three, merging into a single force!

As the formations merged, bursts of wild animal roars filled with primordial energy emanated from the elders’ clothes. The roar transformed the three beasts on their garments into blood-red energies that enveloped their bodies.

With the emission of the blood-red energy, the previously distinct auras from the three elders gradually merged, turning into a fearsome presence almost as strong as the aura radiating from Luo Yan Tian beside them!

“Hehe, the ‘Three Beasts Wildland Art’ from Mulinan truly lives up to its legacy, a profound and wondrous intermediate tier skill handed down from ancient times…” Luo Yan Tian laughed, clearly impressed. But behind that laughter, a hint of greed flashed through his eyes.

“Trivial trickery, inferior to the refined fighting arts and techniques of the Heavenly Flight Body Method from the Golden Goose Sect.” As the red-energy enshrouded the elders, the top of their heads morphed into monstrous visages. From a distance, they almost looked like humanoid beasts. That prior disdainful voice issued forth, clearly, from the figure transformed into that of a tiger-faced old man. Perhaps due to the nature of their practice, a faint roaring resonance resonated with his words, stirring the spirit with tremulous awe.

Sweeping her eyes gravely over the forms of the three transformed Mulinan elders, a weary sigh arose in Medusa’s heart – an arduous struggle seemed unavoidable today.

Sigh escaped, followed quickly by a steady resolution within Medusa’s mind. She cast aside distracting thoughts. A torrent of iridescent energy surged from the core of her body, descending upon the battlefield like a colorful heavenly shroud, with her form right at its center.

Witnessing the display of power from Medusa, a glint sparked within Luo Yan Tian’s eyes. Truly a rival to be matched against Du Zun’s bizarre strength, the magnitude of which even he admitted his own inferiority. Nevertheless, the present scenario offered a favorable advantage for his team. With a subtle gesture towards his Mulinan allies, four figures shot forth in unison. The sudden burst of terrifying might struck fear into everyone below, causing countless to quiver in trepidation.

The swiftness of Luo Yan Tian’s movement was remarkable; in just one breath’s duration, he positioned himself before Medusa, launching a venomous assault with the quivering snake-embellished sword. The cutting edge of the weapon agitated the surrounding space, creating violent ripples.

Met with such aggression, Medusa maintained a stolid composure. Grasping firmly, her hand produced an enchanting, multicolored serpent blade, which with fluid elegance twisted into a serpentine shape. Its pointed apex gracefully danced around, then aggressively shoved aside the incoming sword!

A formidable surge of strength reverberated through the metallic clangor of blades, eliciting a dull groan from Luo Yan Tian. Exploitation of his large golden goose wings created arrows of piercing sharpness, aimed at critical junctures of Medusa’s vulnerable form.

Shivers crept through Medusa as a chilly sensation enveloped her frame. Swiftly, the clear chiming of the multihued snake sword emitted an intense vibration. Suddenly, a myriad of illusory traces flooded her immediate vicinity, instantly encasing her.

*Clank! Clank! *Arrows flew, smashing into those shimmering traces, dissipating rapidly under mutual strain, yet the final remnant of blade trace still lingered fleetingly. Seizing this fleeting moment, Luo Yan Tian flashed with determination. An intricate sealing seal emerged, and a brilliant golden light, pulsing with boundless vitality, blazed toward a closely poised Medusa.

Multicromatic blade silhouettes flickering, Medusa prepared to directly confront the attack when, unexpectedly, a primal, rumbling roar echoed behind, swiftly followed by a fierce whirlwind punch slicing with air-shredding intensity.

The ambush altered Medusa’s demeanor, ever so slightly. Hastily gripping her weapon, radiant energy concentrated and fiercely countered the hidden assailant.

A resounding explosion of luminous force shattered the air above, echoing profoundly. Amidst the numerous gazes focused, Medusa emitted a strained grunt, reeling backward several steps, whereas across from her, Luo Yan Tian, accompanied by the three Mulinan masters, merely retreated two steps. Evidently, the dual confrontation caused Medusa a covert setback.

“Shameful! You dare employ underhanded tactics during an uneven match!” Watching the scene unfold, Hai Bo Dong cursed once more in outrage atop the parapets.

“Haha, Medusa, seems like your skirmish with the Chief of Du Zun has left you injured. Watch how we overcome you today!”

Medusa’s frigid face betrayed her intentions. Ignoring verbal exchanges, a tidal wave of battle energy poured out, responding in synergy with external celestial energies, suggesting that desperate times dictated desperate measures. Gazing at her preparations, an ominous chortle spread from Luo Yan Tian and the Mulinan elders, summoning their battle qi to peak readiness.

Countless onlookers fixating upwards perceived a monumental clash between Battle Sects looming ominously ahead. Within the bastion, however, Hai Bodong and company could only sigh. Already wounded, Medusa faced the prospect of battling two foes simultaneously—how dire was her position likely to become? Given current circumstances, besides entrusting hopes on her fortitude, what other alternatives existed?

Just as inner despair loomed, thunderous rumbles echoed remotely. Accompanied by robust, jovial laughter, a formidable voice boomed resoundingly, “Ha ha, how can an alliance’s lord such as I, abstain from such grand battles?”