NOVEL NEXT Chapter 232: Demon beast Stampede
The conspirators continued their discussion while the puppet remained silent.
"I believe we all agree with the plan. We can't back out now, so let's discuss how to execute it. Sir, when will we unleash the demon beasts on the Black Turtle Sect?"
A chuckle came from the voice speaking through the puppet. "The sooner, the better, of course. The artifacts to attract the demon beasts will be distributed now. In no more than three hours, the Black Turtle Sect will wake up to a big surprise!"
As soon as the puppet finished speaking, an enchanting woman appeared behind the stage, holding a box filled with black and white orbs.
Feng Fan's pupils dilated when he saw her. He recognized her instantly. 'Luo Liqin!'
His gaze shifted back to the puppet. 'So that's why the voice felt familiar… The mastermind is Mao Hu, Mao Shun's uncle!'
Feng Fan's expression darkened. 'This man is truly cunning. Despite his grudge against me, he held back and schemed behind my back for so long.'
Luo Liqin handed out the orbs to those responsible for attracting the demon beasts. Feng Fan noticed that members of the Monkey King Sect and a few others received the white orbs, while those outside the Black Turtle Sect received the black ones.
'So they need people both inside and outside the Black Turtle Sect to make this work…'
Once all the orbs had been distributed, Luo Liqin left, and Mao Hu resumed his speech.
"Those with black orbs will position themselves exactly a thousand kilometers from the Black Turtle Sect. Those with white orbs will activate them inside the sect."
The audience, including Feng Fan, listened closely.
"At 2 a.m., the black orbs will be activated. At 2:10 a.m., the white orbs will be activated. To activate them, simply channel your spiritual qi into them. Any questions?"
No one spoke, and Mao Hu concluded the meeting. "Thank you all for coming. Now, go! Let's make our dream a reality!"
The protective arrays surrounding the room disappeared, and the attendees quickly left. Feng Fan followed the Monkey King Sect members back to the Black Turtle Sect.
Since he hadn't taken a temporary token when leaving, he had to waste almost an hour re-entering the sect. This left him with very little time to respond to Mao Hu's planned demon beast stampede.
But Feng Fan wasn't concerned. He had no intention of stopping the stampede at all!
With the time he had left, Feng Fan hurried to find Long Liu. Fortunately, it didn't take long.
"Elder Long, I have urgent matters to discuss!"
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Long Liu frowned. "What is it?"
Feng Fan quickly relayed everything he had discovered, exaggerating some details to make the conspirators seem even worse than they actually were.
Long Liu's expression darkened with each passing second, her small fists clenching tightly. "Those bastards… I'm going to kill every single one of them!"
The thought that Feng Fan might be lying didn't even cross Long Liu's mind. He had already proven his loyalty during their war against the Bloodsucker Demon Sect.
But before she could take action, Feng Fan stopped her. "Wait, Elder Long! Why don't we let them proceed as planned? I have something better in mind…"
Long Liu looked at him, puzzled. "What exactly are you planning?"
"Mao Hu won't reveal himself yet. He's too careful. In fact, I doubt many of the real masterminds will be here—they'll send pawns to do their dirty work. So why don't we..."
Feng Fan quickly laid out his plan, leaving Long Liu stunned by just how scheming the little bastard in front of her was.
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At two-thirty in the morning, countless demon beasts surged from all directions, surrounding the Black Turtle Sect.
The sheer number made it impossible to tell one beast from another. The only certainty was their uncontrollable rage as they charged furiously toward the Black Turtle Sect.
"Demon beast stampede! A demon beast stampede is coming!" A Black Turtle Sect disciple on guard duty shouted, jolting those who were sleeping or cultivating awake.
A powerhouse from the Black Turtle Sect soared into the sky, scanning the horizon. "Hmph, what a time for these fools to throw their lives away."
His expression held no fear, only annoyance. No matter how strong the stampede seemed, to a sect as powerful as the Black Turtle Sect, this was nothing more than an inconvenience.
Disciples quickly lined up behind the barrier, their hands glowing as they prepared to unleash powerful spells the moment the beasts got close enough.
But these spells weren't the sect's strongest means of attack.
Their true spearhead had already left the barrier.
A group of muscular cultivators dashed toward the approaching horde, their movements swift and filled with strength. With each step, their muscles tensed, crackling the ground below them.
These were the Black Turtle Sect's true warriors—the reason the sect had survived years of war against foreign cultivators.
Body Cultivators.
Like living war machines, they tore through the stampede. Each punch shattered bones, crushing dozens of beasts in a single blow.
At lower levels, qi cultivators held the advantage over body cultivators. But as their realms advanced, the balance shifted—until brute strength became the true dominator.
What use were intricate techniques when a single punch could turn you into a pile of broken bones? Could you even complete a spell before one of them closed the distance and caved in your skull?
Demon beasts had tough bodies, but body cultivators were monsters in human form.
While they engaged in brutal melee combat, the qi cultivators within the barrier provided long-range support. Waves of powerful spells rained down on the backlines of the stampede, thinning their numbers and easing the pressure on the front.
But as time passed, the demon beasts showed no signs of stopping. They kept pouring like a river toward the Black Turtle Sect.
With corpses piling up, the body cultivators, despite their efforts, couldn't hold them back completely. One by one, the beasts broke through, pushing forward until they reached the barrier itself!