Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 511: Chapter 109: Barbarian Horde Assault

In the dense forest at the mountainside, Tu Ming revealed his figure.

He was about seven feet tall, robust in build, with clearly defined muscles.

His skin was like ancient bronze, dressed in animal hides, with bare feet, his waist and back coiled with a giant snake. The snake was dead, its body just a shell, but still life-like. The huge snake head was right above Tu Ming’s shoulder, appearing particularly terrifying.

As the High Priest of the Hundred Poison Tribe, known as Poison Belly, Tu Ming’s adornments were mostly snake bones and Viper scales, with a necklace hanging with snake fangs and poison sacs.

At this moment, he extended his withered finger, gently pinching a tiny poison sac on the necklace.

He pulled off the poison sac, infusing it with Mana.

In a matter of moments, the sac restored to the size of a palm, held in the hands of the Poison Belly High Priest.

Tu Ming murmured in a low voice, performing the Oral Seal, chanting a prolonged spell.

At the same time, his five fingers pressed on the poison sac, continuously kneading it.

The fingers too were of an ancient bronze hue, but the wrinkles and crevices in between them were pitch-black like iron.

The kneading and squeezing of his fingers were not random, but like five venomous snakes winding over the surface of the poison sac, constantly twisting and slithering, cold and damp to the touch.

The corners of Tu Ming’s mouth curled slightly, revealing a sinister smile. His gaze grew increasingly cold, emitting an aura of ruthlessness.

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Poison Technique—Formless Poison!

The Oral Seal and hand seals combined, upon using the poison sac, he was able to unleash this move.

Tu Ming, being a Great Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Level, was so solemn and exerting his full power to cast spells, it had been many years since he had acted with such gravity.

The poison sac continued to deplete, gradually collapsing, and ultimately turned into a thin layer of membranous skin.

The formless, odorless, and silent poison gas, under the guidance of Tu Ming’s Divine Sense, quietly drifted towards the foot of the mountain.

There, a military force was trudging through mountains and rivers, advancing rapidly—it was the Barbarian Demon Army from Liangzhu Country.

The poison gas drifted into the midst of the army without hindrance, spreading rapidly.

The many Barbarian Clan members and Demon Cultivators inhaled the poison gas while still marching on the way, discussing, laughing and cursing, some even started arguing, completely oblivious to the arrival of death.

“Old Bull, how was the taste of that Snake Demon?”

“What Snake Demon? I don’t understand what you’re talking about!”

“Stop pretending, many saw you last night sneaking into that female Snake Demon’s tent for Dual Cultivation. Just look at how exhausted you are traveling today, you must’ve been nearly drained, right?”

“What are you talking about! I, Old Bull, am robust and vigorous, I could go for seventeen or eighteen rounds of Dual Cultivation in one night and still be brimming with energy, as mighty as a dragon and fierce as a tiger, with the vigor of a dragon-horse…”

Plop.

Before he could finish speaking, the Bull-headed Demon Cultivator collapsed to the ground, expressionless.

Dead.

The Demon Cultivator he was just talking to first reacted with a loud laugh: “Old Bull blows hot air, so tired he’s fallen flat, ugh…”

Plop.

He too fell down, with a calm expression, lifeless.

Plop, plop…

A series of Cultivators fell one after another, like wheat stalks beaten down by rain and wind, collapsing in waves.

It was at this moment that the Barbarian Demon Camp finally reacted.

The Cultivators responsible for vigilance rang the alarm bell, while shouting loudly: “Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!”

Plop.

The next moment, he too was dead.

But the alarm bell was a Magic Artifact, and it continued to emit a piercing alarm.

“Disaster, General, we’ve been poisoned! We have already lost over a hundred men.” A subordinate came to report.

Xu Dali, who was sitting on a heavy-armored rhinoceros, was shocked and quickly reached out to grab the Long-Handle War Hammer hanging on his mount, shouting loudly: “Form up, form up!”

His volume was great, stirring up a wave of wind that spread out. The personal soldiers in the inner circle knew the situation, while the elite soldiers on the outside, hearing the commotion and puzzled, cast questioning looks.

The subordinate hurriedly inquired, “General, which Formation should we arrange?”

“Iron Bucket Formation, set up the Iron Bucket Formation first!” Xu Dali barked.

His subordinates around him immediately took action, some carrying a Military Flag, some arranging weapons, some issuing orders.

The Barbarian Demon Camp, like a bloated bear awakened after being injured and bleeding, suddenly bristled with fury, putting up a fierce guard.

Another part of the mountainside.

Two Nascent Soul Level Barbarian Clan Cultivators stood side by side.

One, Di Lu, with eyes covered in black cloth, upper body exposed, marked with fresh blood totems, carrying two large crescent moon scimitars.

The other, Gu Ya, with blue hair, wolf claw patterns on his cheeks, holding a ferocious Wolf Fang Club.

Both were at the Nascent Soul Level.

Gu Ya firmly planted the Wolf Fang Club into the rock.

He tilted his head back slightly, puffed out his chest, took a deep breath, then bit his finger, letting out fresh blood.

With blood on his fingertip, he traced along the wolf claw patterns on his cheek and forehead, smearing it.

At the same time, he stirred his Mana, infusing it into the wolf claw patterns.

The patterns, stimulated by the blood and Mana, seemed to come to life, quickly growing, spreading across Gu Ya’s cheek and chest.

Eventually, they reached down to the legs and feet, spreading into the surrounding mountains.

In a moment, the blood-blue patterns formed a complex, ancient design, placing Gu Ya and Di Lu at the very center.

Storage Array Formation—Beast Realm: Wolf Mountain!

The blood-blue Array erupted with intense radiance, and from within the light, hordes of ferocious mountain wolves dashed out.

These fierce wolves had fur of light grey, dark grey, and some blue-grey.

They were carefully nurtured by Gu Ya, not weak in strength, with the majority at the Qi Refining Level, and leaders at the Foundation Establishment Level.

There were three leaders at the Golden Core Level, each as large as a calf, not charging out of the Array, but rather standing by Gu Ya’s side, protecting the Main General.

The wolf pack surged down from the mountain like a tide, forming an aggressive military force, rolling towards the Barbarian Demon Camp.