Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1068 The Prison, the Last Hope

The Devouring Yuan Locks extended from the ground, walls, and dome in four directions, totaling twelve, and wrapped around her neck, shoulders, wrists, waist, abdomen, knees, and ankles respectively.

Each chain was as thin as a finger, yet weighed a ton, with dark purple runes flowing across its surface.

These runes, like living things, slowly wriggled and continuously devoured the remaining star energy within her body.

It's been a hundred years.

A century of imprisonment, a century of solitude, a century of being slowly drained dry.

Her cultivation level dropped from the Venerable Realm to the early stage of the Saint Realm, and the Star Source Power in her body was almost exhausted.

Once, it could set up a star array covering thousands of miles with a wave of its hand, but now it doesn't even have the strength to break free of a single chain.

But she is still alive.

Her eyes remained clear as a spring and sharp as a knife.

Over the past century, she has thought about giving up countless times.

He considered self-destructing his soul to end it all.

But each time, a voice echoes in my mind.

"Yun Yao, you are the disciple of the Heavenly Palace's number one array master. If you die, who will protect Xuntian Continent?"

That was the voice of Grandmaster Xuanqing.

Yun Yao hated him.

She hated him for standing by and doing nothing, hated him for not daring to speak, hated him for... abandoning her.

But a century of imprisonment allowed her hatred to slowly settle.

She began to wonder if he also had his own difficulties.

Was he also powerless to do anything?

Is he... in more pain than she is?

She didn't know the answer.

So she is alive.

Living, waiting for an answer.

Tonight, the answer seems to have arrived.

"boom--!!!"

A muffled explosion came from afar, and the entire prison cell trembled slightly.

The restrictive runes on the walls flickered violently, and alarms blared from the outside, one after another.

Yun Yao suddenly opened her eyes.

Has someone broken in?

This is something that has never happened in the last hundred years.

She listened intently.

The sounds of fighting, shouting, and clashing weapons were approaching the prison.

Those voices were unfamiliar; they weren't the voices of the Heavenly Palace guards, but rather carried an indescribable air of fierce courage.

Outside the prison cell, in the passageway.

The battle between Lei Potian and Yin Wuji has reached a fever pitch.

Yin Wuji is a veteran general of the Heavenly Palace, at the peak of the Venerable Realm. He wields a heavy sword made of black iron, and each strike is like a mountain pressing down.

His swordsmanship is expansive and powerful, relying on brute force to overcome all techniques.

Although Lei Potian was only a half-step Venerable, his swordsmanship was strange and cunning, and every strike came from an unexpected angle.

More importantly, he was not afraid of death.

"Thunderbolt, Chain Slash!"

Lei Potian roared, and the ancient sword blazed with lightning, transforming into three bolts of lightning sword energy that simultaneously slashed at Yin Wuji from three directions.

Yin Wuji sneered, and swept his Xuan Tie Heavy Sword horizontally, a powerful sword aura shattering all three blade auras.

The aftershocks crashed against the rock walls of the passage, scattering pebbles like rain.

"A half-step Venerable dares to be so insolent before me?"

Yin Wuji lunged forward, his heavy sword thrusting straight at Lei Potian's heart.

Lei Potian parried with his sword.

"clang--!!!"

Swords clashed, and lightning and sword energy scattered in all directions.

The stone slab beneath Lei Potian's feet shattered, his knees bent slightly, and his tiger's mouth split open again, blood flowing down the hilt of his knife.

But he did not retreat an inch.

"you……"

Yin Wuji frowned.

“I’ve said it before,” Lei Potian squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, “your opponent is me.”

He exerted his strength, knocking Yin Wuji's heavy sword away, and then slashed at Yin's throat with a backhand!

Yin Wuji turned his head, and the blade grazed his cheek, severing three strands of hair.

His eyes changed.

This half-step Venerable is not easy to deal with. It's not a matter of cultivation level, but rather his reckless and valiant spirit.

Every strike is a life-or-death exchange, every attack is a suicide mission.

"Madman," Yin Wuji cursed under his breath.

But he didn't know that Lei Potian was more terrifying than a madman.

He was a man who fought for his beliefs.

The fighting around them was even more brutal.

Six hundred elite warriors clashed with the Heavenly Palace guards in the prison.

The passage was narrow, preventing either side from deploying their formations, and it devolved into a primitive close-quarters combat.

Every strike draws blood; every step is fraught with danger.

A soldier from the Hanyue Army was pierced through the chest by three spears at the same time. Before he died, he tightly hugged the guard in front of him, spread his wings on his back, and bit the guard's throat.

Blood gushed out, and two lives fell at the same time.

The Celestial Race's Celestial Power shattered, causing a surge of power.

Another assassin had his left arm severed, but he used his right hand to swing his sword and cut off the enemy's neck with a single blow.

Then he staggered forward, only to be surrounded and attacked by the second, third, and fourth enemies. He was eventually hacked down by a flurry of blows and fell into a pool of blood, a slight smile still lingering on his lips.

Before he died, he saw starlight shining in the direction of the prison.

"General...it's done..."

He murmured, then closed his eyes.

The hundred-strong breakout team was the backbone of this chaotic battle.

Each of them is a master of both breaking restrictions and fighting. They work in groups of three, taking turns to provide cover, specifically targeting the enemy's squad leader and core combat force.

"Group A, break through on the left wing!"

"Team B, cover me!"

"Team C, hold the pass and don't let reinforcements in!"

Commands, shouts of battle, and screams of agony mingled in the passageway, creating a tragic war song.

With every breath, someone falls.

Every breath, someone is bleeding.

But none of them backed down.

Because they knew that the person in the prison was worth risking their lives for.

"Oh!"

The iron gate of the prison was violently kicked open from the outside, and a figure staggered in.

The newcomer was covered in blood, with at least seven or eight cracks in his armor. A broken crossbow bolt was stuck in his left shoulder, and the armor on his right arm was missing.

But his eyes were as bright as a burning torch.

The deputy captain of the Breaking Formation Team, a former member of the Iron-Blooded Rock Battalion, bears seventeen battle scars on his body.

He was one of the six hundred assassins personally selected by Zhang Yuan, and also the person Lei Potian designated to be responsible for rescuing people.

"A fairy!"

He knelt on one knee, his voice urgent and hoarse.

"We are the Shaking Mountain Army! We are here on the orders of General Zhang Yuan, the Demon Suppressor, to rescue you!"

Yun Yao's pupils dilated slightly.

The Shaking Mountain Army?

Zhang Yuan?

She had never heard of either of those names before.

But at that moment, she didn't have time to think further.

As the sounds of fighting outside grew closer and more intense, each scream could mean the end of a life.

"Save me?" Her voice was hoarse, like the scraping of rusty iron. "I'm bound by twelve Devouring Chains, each connected to the earth's veins. To sever them, I need..."

"I know."

The vice-captain interrupted her, stood up, and drew his sword from his waist.

This is an ordinary steel battle sword, its blade riddled with nicks and chips, clearly having endured countless battles.

He gripped the knife with both hands, took a deep breath, and frantically poured the magnetic energy within his body into the blade.

The blade gleamed with an earthy yellow light.

"drink!"

A single slash!

"clang--!!!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and the ear-piercing clanging of metal echoed through the prison, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The vice-captain's hand was split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of his knife. (End of Chapter)