Chapter 270: Chapter 190: Wait for Me to Return (Two Chapters Combined)
The Horse-headed People were almost entirely wiped out, and the other Strange Monsters no longer wanted to be cannon fodder; they all watched from the mouth of the canyon.
Qiu Luoye simply took the lead himself, charging into the canyon with a dozen or so still loyal subordinates. With each step he took, the entire valley quaked.
Li Banfeng ran toward the entrance of the valley and soon saw Qiu Luoye’s silhouette.
Li Banfeng manipulated the Clock Pendulum on the rock wall, severing a large swath of vines.
Boulders bound by the vines fell one after another. One rock, as large as Qiu Luoye’s body, struck him.
HRUMPH!
With a wave of his trunk, Qiu Luoye shattered the boulder as if swatting a fly.
"Shui Yongquan, come out! Show me some real skill!"
His pace didn’t slow in the slightest; he kept charging forward.
Though his body was enormous, Qiu Luoye’s speed wasn’t slow. Li Banfeng estimated that it would take him at most five minutes to get through the canyon.
What should he do with the remaining seven minutes?
What could stop him?
The gate could block him for three minutes.
Could the traps along the way hold him back for four minutes?
Li Banfeng himself leapt onto one cliff face, controlling a paper man to jump onto the other.
How could there still be a paper man?
Weren’t all the paper men scattered to pieces?
Those were printed paper men; these were drawn ones, previously hidden in the Portable Residence.
It took Li Banfeng two and a half days to draw three pictures. The paper men drawn from these pictures were infused with Li Banfeng’s own blood, sweat, and tears, vastly different from the printed ones.
If these three paper men stood motionless, they could last half an hour; in the midst of a fierce battle, they could last three minutes.
The paper man and Li Banfeng on the cliffs cut off vines in succession, triggering traps, with the Clock Pendulum assisting nearby.
A dozen huge nets woven from vines were successively placed in front of Qiu Luoye.
These were traps meticulously crafted by the Centipede Mother and Daughter. Li Banfeng had tested them: the vines were extremely tough, unable to be cut even by the Clock Pendulum.
Qiu Luoye strode forward, colliding with the gigantic vine nets as if a normal person walking into a spider web. He was merely annoyed, and his speed remained unaffected.
The dozen giant nets broke one after another, but Qiu Luoye’s steps didn’t pause for a moment.
Not a second was delayed.
This was the might of a Local Deity.
At 5:11, Qiu Luoye covered five miles in the valley in less than two minutes.
Ahead, at the corner, was the second ambush spot, a crucial one!
There was a pit on the ground, dug by wild boars and two bears at Li Banfeng’s behest.
This pit, twenty meters deep, had been meticulously camouflaged by the Centipede Mother and Daughter; from the outside, it was impossible to tell.
With Qiu Luoye’s size, it wouldn’t be easy for him to climb out if he fell in.
But would a Local Deity walk right into a trap?
The Centipede Mother and Daughter, with their Third or Fourth Layer cultivation, how could they possibly deceive a Local Deity?
CRASH!
Qiu Luoye stepped onto the trap, plummeting into the pit.
He really fell for it.
As Shui Yongquan said, Qiu Luoye wasn’t too bright.
This was also why he preferred to fight in his true form; if he transformed into Ghost Fire, he could easily be outsmarted.
But now, he had been outsmarted by Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng estimated that such a deep pit should trap him for at least a minute.
Li Banfeng was mistaken.
After five seconds, Qiu Luoye, raising his head and flapping his trunk, pulled his limbs together and leapt out of the pit.
Five seconds—the pit that the wild boar had dug for an entire day only delayed Qiu Luoye for five seconds!
Yet, those five seconds provided Li Banfeng with an opportunity to act.
In his hand, the water in the Old Teapot boiled!
Two barriers rose in the valley, one in the front and one in the back, trapping Qiu Luoye.
Qiu Luoye charged at the barrier.
The Old Teapot coughed several times, "This Old Elephant, what great strength."
Scalding tea water rapidly sprang from the ground, submerging the elephant’s ankles.
The Old Teapot was the key to the second ambush spot.
Even with most of his memory lost, the Old Teapot was very confident. "Buddy," he said, "I thought I’d never get a chance to act against a Local Deity, but once I succeed, I can at least hold him off for two minutes!"
Two minutes! How precious those two minutes were!
The tea quickly spread to his knees, and Big Elephant stared at the tea for a moment before dipping his trunk into it.
SLURP!
All the tea on the ground was drunk dry!
"Pretty good!" Big Elephant burped.
The Old Teapot, startled, said, "This Old Elephant... I’m afraid I can only hold him off for one minute."
Without the tea, the Old Teapot thought his barrier could last one minute.
He was too optimistic.
BOOM!
Big Elephant swung his trunk and struck the barrier with his tusks.
The Old Teapot shivered, and the barrier cracked.
ROAR!
The Big Elephant bellowed and charged again.
The Old Teapot spat out a mouthful of tea and fell silent.
The barrier shattered, and the Old Teapot slipped straight into hibernation!
With just two charges, Qiu Luoye broke through the Old Teapot’s barrier!
"Body Cultivation!" Wine Gourd exclaimed in surprise. "I have never seen such a formidable Body Cultivator!"
As his last word fell, the Wine Gourd zoomed into the air and spilled all of his remaining wine.
Li Banfeng struck a match, ready to ignite it, but Big Elephant waved his trunk, inhaling all of the wine mist in the air.
Wine Gourd gritted his teeth, "Get drunk, you bastard!"
This was the Medicine King’s wine!
Qiu Luoye’s body swayed slightly, and he rubbed his eyes with his trunk.
Had he been drunk?
No.
"Good liquor! Strong stuff!" Qiu Luoye continued walking forward. Apart from his skin turning slightly redder, there were virtually no other changes.
What kind of monster was this?
The Medicine King’s wine had no effect?
What on earth could stop him?
Li Banfeng remembered his initial tactic: leading ten thousand crossbowmen, setting up an ambush on both sides of the valley, and killing the enemy with a volley of arrows.