The Magus Era Chapter 676: Cover a Retreat

Chapter 676: Cover a Retreat
Translator: Law Editor: AntiGod
Above Fallen Land, a fiery cloud sparkled abruptly. Ji Hao, who was sitting in front of Si Wen Ming and had been trying to figure out the meaning of a few ancient characters, raised his head, and instantly saw Zhu Rong Tianming and the others flying over with embarrassed looks. Zhu Rong Tianming was surrounded by three to five Fire Qi Lin Clan Divine Magi. Except for the few Divine Magi, only Priest Corpse, Bo Qiujia and hundreds of their disciples were following behind Zhu Rong TIanming.
Si Wen Ming turned around and took a glance as well. He was startled badly as he said, "Where are Zhu Rong Tianming’s supporters? Yi Shen, Ying Yunhe and the others? Where are those princes? And those elite young people?"
Treading upon a dim fiery cloud, Zhu Rong Tianming flew towards Fallen Land with a long face. Ji Hao pondered for a while, then he also trod on a fiery cloud and rose into the air and saluted to Zhu Rong Tianming from a long distance away. "Prince Tianming, I asked Elder Destiny to invite you here for quite a few times. Finally you are here?"
Zhu Rong Tianming maintained the sulky look, but slightly raised his chin and responded proudly, "Although I don’t believe in what you said…How can those non-humankind beings control the great Dao of nature? But, after all, Man Man is here, and as her brother, I have to take care of her."
Snorting coldly and with a proud and careless look, Zhu Rong Tianming continued blandly, "If not because of Man Man, do you think I really want to come to this crappy place? Look at the sky, look at the earth, look at this foul place… hm."
Ji Has spread his hands, not saying anything.
Far away, Man Man, who had been competing against Yu Mu for the honor of ‘fastest eater’, raised her head with half a pine chicken claw hanging on her mouth corner. "Zhu Rong Tianming, I don’t need you to take care of me. I have Ji Hao! You just go wherever you want, hm, I never invited you here." said Man Man mumblingly.
Zhu Rong Tianming’s face instantly turned ink-dark. Bo Qiujia quickly took three steps forward, pointed his finger at Man Man and yelled harshly, "Zhu Rong Man Man, no matter what, Prince Tianming is your elder brother. You don’t want to accept his kindness, fine, but how can you say something like this to him? An untalented, impolite girl like you…"
While Bo Qiujia was showing his ‘language art’, Ji Hao’s look suddenly changed as he threw a heavy slap towards Bo Qiujia’s face. Bo Qiujia’s look changed as well. Subconsciously, he stepped backward and dodged Ji Hao’s slap. Seeing this, Priest Corpse, who was standing beside Bo Qiujia, silently launched a palm move towards Ji Hao’s rib area, which was a vital body part. When Priest Corpse’s palm was only less than an inch away from Ji Hao’s body, he shouted out viscously.
"Earl Yao, let’s just talk, why do we have to start a fight?"
Priest Corpse was a powerful being. Back in Pan Gu world, he was a well-known one ever since the prehistorical era. This palm move launched by him seemed to be silent, yet he had activated fifty-percent of his power for it. Additionally, a faint layer of white light had condensed into a magical lotus-shaped seal on his palm. If this palm attack landed accurately on someone’s body, the person would be struck directly into pieces, even if he or she was a high-level Divine Magus.
Ji Hao narrowed his eyes, letting Priest Corpse’s palm slap violently on his body. Inside his spiritual space, Ji Hao’s primordial spirit held the Pan Xi divine mirror and slightly moved. Immediately after that, a dim stream of light sparked on Ji Hao’s body. In the next moment and with a great shock, Priest Corpse saw that his palm bumped into this thin and dim layer of light, then disappeared.
From the air right before Priest Corpse’s face and less than an inch away from his eyes, a shining, golden and translucent palm roared out with a white lotus faintly visible in the middle of the palm. The white light was generated purely by the power of death and destruction coiling around it. Priest Corpse basically struck right on his own face with his own palm.
Followed by a muffled boom, Priest Corpse’s nose was flattened, ejecting out two streams of blood to far away.
The Pan Xi divine mirror rebounded Priest Corpse’s sneak palm attack to himself. Because the attack was launched by himself, the few defensive treasures, including the one given by Priest Hua just now, made no reaction at all.
"Hm…hm…hm!"
Priest Corpse was nearly killed by the great pain. He moaned while stepping back quickly. This palm attack was way too heavy, nearly smashing his own head. By now, Priest Corpse could see nothing but dazzling lights and coiling darkness in front of his eyes. Even his soul was shaken badly and for quite a long while, and he didn’t even realize what had just happened.
"I…I…" murmured Priest Corpse while shaking his head very hard. The blood gushing out from his head splashed everywhere.
"This old man is insane, he slapped himself!" Looking at Priest Corpse who was now in an ugly shape, Ji Hao teased while he was silently shocked by the magical power of the Pan Xi divine mirror. "Ah, this slap is solid. Fortunately, it didn’t land on my head, or I would have been killed for real!" said Ji Hao, then he clicked his tongue.
Zhu Rong Tianming was in a daze. He didn’t know what to say. Bo Qiujia looked at Ji Hao in horror— How did he do that? How did Priest Corpse fell into his trap? Ji Hao must be more than a hundred times more powerful than Priest Corpse, since he could throw Priest Corpse into such an ugly shape, right? But, more than a hundred times more powerful than Priest Corpse, didn’t that mean Ji Hao was as powerful as Po and Gui Ling? Even Bo Qiujia’s sect only had two to three powerful disciples like that, and those few were all carefully guided disciples of the two sect leaders. The few disciples had been treasured by the sect leaders so much that the two leaders would never easily send them out to do any work!
"You… you!" Bo Qiujia tremblingly pointed at Ji Hao. He thought he was facing a ghost-like powerful being.
"Just calm down and talk!" Si Wen Ming stepped up and said with a resonant voice. "We are all friends. Our enemies are those non-humankind beings. We should fight against them, together."
Knitting his eyebrows, Si Wen Ming asked loudly, "Prince Tianming, where are your people? Where is Prince Yi Shen? Ying Yunhe? And the other princes?"
Zhu Rong Tianming opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. His darkened face was instantly blushed in shame as he glared at Si Wen Ming in extreme anger. He even wanted to chop Si Wen Ming into a thousand piece s ‘What a bastard, can you just not mention that? Yi Shen, and the others, they might have died already!’ thought Zhu Rong Tianming.
Abruptly, a black mist spread out, releasing a bone-piercing coldness, from which, large groups of local people desperately fled into Fallen Land. After over a hundred thousand local people fled in with their families, Gong Gong Wuyou, who was under the protection of River Earl, and thousands of his warriors, who had already lost their armors and weapons, rushed in as well.
Once he rushed into Fallen Land, Gong Gong Wuyou growled out hoarsely, "Gong Sun Yuan, why are you still paying any attention to those useless barbarians? Just come in! Hurry!"
From the dark mist, Gong Sun Yuan’s clear and strong voice came out. "They have already accepted my civilization. They are willing to follow my lead, that means they are my people. Since they are my people, I should cover their retreat myself. Be kind to our people, this is a doctrine passed down from my ancestors I dare not to forget!"
Ji Hao paused instantly. Cover? Cover from what?
Gong Gong Wuyou rushed into Fallen Land with his people, and countless local people had been ceaselessly surging in from the black mist. Was Gong Sun Yuan truly covering them?