Chapter 1719 — The Dream-Chasing Youth, Part Two
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 5
Yiluo Heavenly King's order had barely been issued when Meng Yungui, instead of retreating, pressed forward, leading the few dozen remaining warriors of the Yuhua Camp charging onto the tower ship! Yiluo Heavenly King found his expression strange.
At a time like this, Meng Yungui still dared to charge over here!
Charging outward might still give him a chance to escape the net; charging onto the ship was casting himself into the trap!
To rescue the slaves on board, he would not hesitate to throw away his own life—another act that, to Yiluo, was utterly idiotic. "A Heavenly Master of a generation, astonishing brilliance, fame shaking the world, yet again and again producing bad moves!
Beneath the great name, the reality falls short! Meng Yungui, you can die now!
" Yiluo Heavenly King let Meng Yungui slaughter his way onto the ship. There was no need for him to lift a hand—the divine and demonic hosts on either wing had already blocked Meng Yungui and those few dozen Yuhua Camp warriors. The Shenwu Guard attacked from behind, and this battle had already become a case of catching a turtle in a jar.
Yiluo Heavenly King looked on with cold eyes.
He saw Meng Yungui and his people, deep in encirclement, still killing ceaselessly, trying to fight their way to his side. The number of Meng Yungui's remaining Yuhua Camp warriors dwindled, one after another falling in death, but they still held fast around their commander, blocking for him the divine weapons and divine powers of the Heavenly Court's army.
If they could not block them, they blocked with their bodies, with their lives! "So brave and so mighty, truly admirable. " Yiluo Heavenly King praised again and again, clapping his hands: "Meng Yungui, that you have such heroic warriors following you shows that you are at least a true hero.
What a pity that today you are going to die here with these heroes.
" He still did not make a move, still watched coldly as, beside Meng Yungui, one warrior after another fell, watched as the wounds on Meng Yungui multiplied, watched as his blood flowed more and more, his vitality and spirit sank lower and lower.
Yiluo Heavenly King began to move his feet. As he moved, he snatched up a youth and said with a smile: "Is this the kind of human you want to protect? " The youth trembled all over and did not dare move.
"Throw a punch at me and I will let you go," Yiluo Heavenly King said to the youth. The youth opened his mouth, and after a moment said in a trembling voice: "My lord. .
. " Yiluo Heavenly King opened his mouth and sent the youth into it, laughing heartily: "So these are the clansmen you want to protect?
They are not your clansmen, only a herd of livestock!
No—even livestock will resist a little before they are killed.
These are worse than livestock!
" He caught an old man and kept striking at Meng Yungui's faith: "The humans of the Southern Heaven are maggots. They have no thoughts, no wisdom, only walking meat. And it is for this walking meat that you are going to die here! Meng Yungui, do you think it is worth it?
" Meng Yungui fought his way onto the ship, soaked in blood, with only a dozen or so warriors still beside him. Yiluo Heavenly King swallowed the old man in one mouthful, abruptly spread his wings, and ordered the Shenwu Guard's host to withdraw; the hosts on both sides also withdrew. Meng Yungui panted heavily. He was at the end of his tether, with little strength left, but he lifted his head and glared fiercely at Yiluo Heavenly King.
Yiluo Heavenly King clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Heavenly Master Meng, if you can defeat me, I will spare the humans on this ship.
Come—make your move. " Meng Yungui roused himself, but looked at those warriors beside him who were also expended.
He hesitated; these warriors who had accompanied him no longer had the strength to continue fighting. Suddenly, a thud came from beside him.