Legend of the Great Sage Chapter 1499 - The Receiving Light of the Buddha

The direct disciples were all silent. No one dared to step forward and assist him. Even Wan Jianfeng who did not fear death let go of his sword. A fear that surpassed death halted his footsteps.

It was like facing a bottomless abyss. Even the bravest of warriors would halt before it. It had nothing to do with cowardice. It was completely a matter of instincts, as the abyss could not be conquered. They could not gaze into it for long, or it would lead to the sensation of falling. The abyss also gazed back at them.

After losing their enemy, the soldiers of the Xuanwu army also sank into confusion. They had finally killed their way through the enemy ranks and arrived before the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous, but what were they supposed to do next?

There were no new orders, just towering stone pillars. There was absolutely nothing that they could do.

As the blood-red swirl in the sky shrank, the powers bestowed upon them by the Asura realm receded like the tide as well. It filled them with deep exhaustion, such that they could not remain standing under the weight of their armour or even just the weight of their bodies. If it were not for their combined wills, holding on through their stubborn willpower, they probably would have collapsed on the ground like the demonfolk as well.

The sense of despair spread like a plague. They had already followed the military order, fighting to the very end with their general, but were they still unable to achieve victory?

The man that they had placed all of their hopes in seemed to have lost the ability to fight back. In the vast sea of people, someone cried out bleakly, “General!”

The hilt of the blade slid out from Li Qingshan’s hand. At that moment, he was just that lonely.

He still did not give up on the battle, but his arm had been completely twisted already, which came with unprecedentedly excruciating pain.

It even surpassed the bit of the pain of hell he had experienced in the past. Whenever he thought his pain had reached the limit, the forked wood would split further.

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