Chapter 1133: In the Skies
Dumm Ting was still on the main barge of the Silk River Sect, when the shield suddenly appeared again above them, throwing the cultivators in slight confusion. What was happening? Didn't they destroy the barrier? He gritted his teeth, had the Silk River's plan been foiled?
No, even if they managed to reinstate the barrier, they were already inside. Although Yoma Ma was probably locked out, it wasn't like they needed him to break through this barrier. The fight may be tougher when Minas Mar intervened, but they would still manage.
He was still rationalizing their current situation when one of the greater shuttles close by was suddenly hit by a beam of light. The roaring power almost turned him deaf, as it pounded against the shuttle's formation shield.
An armada of flying vessels had appeared from the direction of the giant tree. This had to be the fleet from Urth he heard about. Had they hid themselves in the crown of the tree? When had they entered the air space of the Pythian Village?
Ha! Dumm Ting had seen the fleet from Epsilon before. There was barely half of the fleet present, but even if the full fleet was here, they would have been helplessly outnumbered. What did they think they could do with these few ships?
These Urthans weren't the only ones with shields. They wouldn't be able to harm them any time soon. In the meantime, their other ships would rip them apart, was what he thought to himself, smugly raising a flag. Now that they were here, they wouldn't just raze the village but also destroy their precious toys.
It soothed him slightly, thinking of their faces, once all their hidden cards were gone! A fraction of a second after he thought so, the continuous beam of energy had burned a hole in the shield and pierced the magic shuttle, exploding into a cloud of fire and smoke. Its pieces rained down on the city. His jaw dropped. The next moment several more shuttles were hit by similar energy beams. A quarter of the urthan shuttles started firing this kind of energy weapon.
“Welcome to the shooting gallery, gentlemen. You are the targets.”
The voice came from the stadium. It was the same voice that had berated the Sect Alliance not too long ago. The Tower Master had spoken and with his words, a barrage of attacks rose from the village. The sky darkened with arrows and was illuminated again by bright magic. The airspace above the stadium became chaos.
Filling the roofs of buildings close to the stadium were rows upon rows of faceless, armored enemies, firing arrows and magic in the sky. Most of the magic and arrows weren't able to deal much harm to the shuttle or sect elites, but many of the weaker disciples and cannon fodder were taken out of the air.
However, the bigger problem was the energy beams shot by the fleet of Epsilon. While the leader still struggled to make a decision and change course to face them, the beams took out one flying barge after another. They had jumped right into a trap.
Right before his eyes, Dumm Ting saw an elder in the early Spirit Severing realm step forward in an attempt to block one of the beams with his palm technique. Covered in his inherent barrier, empowered by his spiritual power he blocked the terrifying attack for almost 30 seconds. More than double than some of the formation barriers managed.
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