NABC Chapter 290 A Head Like a Mountain
Chapter 290 A Head Like a Mountain
"Old Meng, don't blame me when you wake up!" Wu Heyi murmured softly, his voice tinged with helplessness and apology.
At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Meng Xuanjun, whose gaze was somewhat crazed, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Black Soil Domain!" Wu Heyi swiftly formed hand seals and shouted.
In an instant, a black field rapidly spread out from him.
This black soil region is filled with mysterious and powerful forces.
Wu Heyi can manipulate gravity in different areas as freely as if he were controlling his own arm.
All targets marked as enemies by Wu Heyi seemed to be bound by an invisible force, their movement speed and agility dropping uncontrollably by 50%, as if their legs had been suddenly pulled back.
Those targets marked as friendly forces, on the other hand, seemed to have received some kind of mysterious blessing, radiating faint light patterns and possessing the magical effect of increasing their own recovery speed by 50%.
Wu Heyi looked serious, his eyes fixed on Meng Xuanjun's location, and slowly extended his right hand.
The arm paused slightly in the air, then quickly made a grasping motion with its hand.
His action, though seemingly simple, contained powerful soul force.
In the blink of an eye, Mengxuanjun felt an immense force, like a raging flood, descending from the sky.
The force came on so suddenly that he didn't have time to dodge and was completely suppressed.
"Ten times gravity!" Wu Heyi shouted softly. Although his voice was not loud, it echoed clearly in the space.
With his soft shout, everyone clearly felt the surrounding air become heavy.
In this gravitational environment, not only the weight of surrounding objects is increased, but also one's own weight is increased tenfold.
Their legs felt as heavy as lead, each step felt like dragging a mountain, making normal walking extremely difficult.
However, when Wu Heyi saw Meng Xuanjun's bloodshot eyes, which were filled with madness and boundless rage as he stared intently at him, Wu Heyi realized that Meng Xuanjun's eyes were now filled with madness.
Although Meng Xuanjun's movement speed had been reduced by 50% and he was also suppressed by the environment with ten times the gravity, he was like a mad beast, using all his strength to move forward with great difficulty towards Wu Heyi. Every heavy step he took left a deep footprint on the ground.
Wu Heyi couldn't help but feel curious. He frowned and pondered what kind of illusion could make Meng Xuanjun, who was usually a very kind and silly person, so angry.
His once sunny face was now filled with anger and madness. What had happened? Had his soul been invaded by some powerful evil entity?
However, seeing that Meng Xuanjun didn't seem to value his control abilities, Wu Heyi's gaze sharpened, and he once again activated the abilities within his domain.
“20 times gravity!” His voice was firm and powerful, like an unquestionable command.
When Wu Heyi increased the gravity tenfold without hesitation, Meng Xuanjun's body shuddered violently. Unable to withstand the powerful gravitational pressure, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood formed a mist in the air, and he collapsed to his knees like a puppet that had lost its support.
At this moment, he was so pressed down by gravity that he couldn't even lift his head. His body was pressed tightly against the ground, and the madness in his eyes seemed to be weakened by the immense pressure.
However, after he spat out a mouthful of blood, the crimson in his eyes gradually disappeared like the tide, his dazed gaze gradually cleared, and he slowly recovered.
"It seems the sudden pain broke him out of the illusion that was controlling him!"
Wu Heyi continued to mutter to himself, his eyes filled with relief, but also with a hint of worry.
He knew that it was luck that Mengxuanjun was able to escape the illusion this time, but there seemed to be a greater danger lurking around.
Just as Wu Heyi was reducing the gravity factor for Meng Xuanjun, a commotion suddenly came from the nearby woods.
Immediately afterwards, several squads of guards rushed out.
The guards were terrified, their eyes filled with fear. They ran frantically towards them, shouting, "Your Majesty, run! These people have gone mad!"
The voice was filled with urgency and panic, as if some terrible monster was chasing after them.
Upon hearing the sound, Wu Heyi quickly looked over.
Amidst the chaos, approximately two to three hundred guards surged toward this direction.
Wu Heyi's heart skipped a beat, because he noticed that everyone's eyes were filled with scarlet, just like Meng Xuanjun's just now.
These guards were originally loyal and reliable soldiers, but now they seemed to have had their souls ripped out, leaving only their madness and anger after being controlled.
"What on earth is this thing that can control so many people at once!" Wu Heyi couldn't help but widen his eyes, filled with doubt.
His brows were furrowed tightly, and his mind raced with various possibilities.
He knew that such large-scale control was definitely not achieved through ordinary means, and that a powerful evil force must be hidden behind it.
However, despite his confusion, he did not slow down his movements, because he knew that the situation was extremely critical and that even a slight delay could lead to utter ruin.
Although the guards were already at the edge of Wu Heyi's domain, as long as they were still within the area, Wu Heyi could manipulate the gravity within the domain at will, just like he was manipulating chess pieces on a chessboard, by controlling the Black Soil Domain!
Without hesitation, he shouted, "Stop right there! Ten times the gravity!"
As his voice faded, a sudden surge of gravity occurred.
At the same time, so many fanatical guards were as if they were being pressed down by an invisible hand, forced to crawl on the ground by the increased gravity.
They tried to struggle to get up, but the powerful gravity was like a mountain, leaving them no room to resist and only able to lie on the ground, panting in pain.
At this moment, Meng Xuanjun finally recovered. The bloodshot in his eyes had completely faded, and his former rationality returned to his mind.
He looked like someone who had just woken up from a dream, still somewhat weak, but he slowly raised his head and said to Wu Heyi:
"Hurry, He Yi! This isn't a small island; the entire island here is the body of a nine-headed dragon!"
Although his voice was weak, every word was spoken very clearly, and it carried an undeniable urgency.
As soon as Mengxuanjun finished speaking, Wuheyi suddenly felt the earth tremble, like an earthquake before a volcanic eruption.
The tremor spread from beneath my feet, and the whole world seemed to shake.
The surrounding trees rustled, and some small stones were shaken and rolled around.
Although the tremors continued, the earthquake stopped after a short while.
However, Wu Heyi noticed that the sky, which had been relatively bright, suddenly darkened.
Dark clouds gathered rapidly like a tide, completely obscuring the blue sky, and the whole world was shrouded in a suffocating darkness.
At the same time, several extremely strong fluctuations of soul power suddenly appeared, so powerful that they made people feel palpitations.
As if he had guessed something, Wu Heyi felt a strong sense of unease.
He raised his head with great difficulty and looked up at the sky directly in front of him.
Above Wu Heyi, four heads floated, each the size of a small mountain.
The four enormous heads exuded a chilling aura, their massive eyes coldly gazing down as if looking at ants.