Chapter 127: High-End Mountain Moving

"Mountain-Movers, halt here! Establish a shield wall. Veterans to the front, rookies to the rear!"

Wei Cheng suddenly accelerated, coming to a stop five hundred meters from the city wall. With a thunderous roar, he halted all the trial-takers who had been preparing to rush forward and unleash a slaughter.

What were they thinking? Sure, the high-end Zixia and high-end Spirit Swallows were having a field day, moving in and out of the fray with ease, but what about the rest of them? How was this any different from a disorganized mob? Moreover, anyone with a discerning eye could see that these individuals, relying on their superior skills and boldness, were competing with one another.

The spotlight from the previous wave of Flame Birds had been completely stolen by the Spirit Swallow class. Those hundred-plus "Nine-Cycle" Spirit Swallows had leaped hundreds of meters into the air, battling the Flame Birds in mid-flight and accounting for nearly three hundred kills on their own. Fewer than two hundred had managed to swoop down to the ground, only to be wiped out before they could even show their strength.

But now, facing dozens of Magma Giants and thousands of minor magma monsters, this was destined to be the battlefield where the Zixia class truly shone. Once their ultimate techniques were unleashed, who could stand against them?

"Use me as your shield! Not a single step back! All Mountain-Movers, form up here!"

Bai Han, Tang Yuanshan, Yu Liang, and Mei Renli caught up, each maintaining a hundred-meter distance to form a straight line.

"The shield wall is here! All Mountain-Movers of the Eastern City Legion, obey the order!"

Zhou Wu roared, stepping onto the line as well, implicitly acknowledging Wei Cheng as the leader. Beside him, Qu Xiong, Tang Xiaojun, and countless veteran Mountain-Movers quickly formed their ranks, followed by the nearly two thousand members of the Eastern City Legion. They all stood firmly behind Wei Cheng; after all, the reputation of the strongest Mountain-Mover was well-deserved.

"Western City Mountain-Movers, follow me!"

Zhao Xiong of the Western City bellowed, leading hundreds of Mountain-Movers to take their positions and form up along the line Wei Cheng had marked. Qin Douzi then led a thousand rookie Mountain-Movers into the second row.

As for the Southern City contingent, Liu Wenli was a high-end Spirit Swallow who had already surged to the front, but high-end Mountain-Movers from his camp led hundreds of their own to join the front line. They were all smart people; if Wei Cheng wanted to be the vanguard, taking the brunt of the densest bombardment and impact, it was only natural to let him have his way.

At the very front, Xu Guoliang, Liu Wenli, and other high-end Zixia and Spirit Swallows were in high spirits. They were fast-moving classes; as long as they were strong enough, taking an enemy commander's head from amidst a million troops was as easy as reaching into a pocket. The fifty or so Magma Giants crawling out from the abyss were already half-decimated in the blink of an eye. Such strength was truly formidable—even Wei Cheng had to give them a mental nod of respect.

However, the remaining Magma Giants stopped their foolish charges. Instead, they roared and retreated, hurling fireballs and javelins as if they were worthless, attempting to hold back the terrifying high-end Zixia.

"Don't pursue a desperate foe! Fall back!"

One of Zhao Xiong’s high-end Zixia suddenly shouted, and the others retreated rapidly. Such amateur tactics couldn't fool them. They didn't retreat all the way, though; they stayed at a safe distance, rapidly replenishing their internal energy while waiting to resume the slaughter. They had clearly already claimed the lion's share of the rewards from this battle.

"Zhou Wu, Zhao Xiong, tell them to pull back quickly—at least to a distance where we can support them with our Immovable Golden Bells!" Wei Cheng frowned and shouted. He didn't oppose high-end combatants seeking their own opportunities, but they couldn't be too greedy. Chen Ce and Xu Shan, for instance, kept themselves within 150 meters of Wei Cheng—a safety line where he could truly save them if something went wrong.

But Wei Cheng’s warning came too late. A dark cloud suddenly plummeted from the high sky, enveloping the area with unimaginable speed. When the cloud dissipated, it revealed a head as massive as a fifty-story building.

No, it was a "Paralyzing Head"! When had it been lurking in the clouds? He should have guessed! With the fifth wave of the Demon Shadow Curse, how could the demons still be using their old tricks?

In that instant, except for a few high-end Spirit Swallows who had sensed the danger and escaped using their ultimate techniques, everyone else was paralyzed on the spot. This included eight high-end Zixia, six high-end Spirit Swallows, and over fifty near-high-end combatants. Even Liu Wenli was caught—he hadn't been able to dodge!

Who could have expected it? One moment they were riding high, victorious and carefree; the next, they were like weeds on the roadside, trampled by the very rules they thought they were mastering.

The paralyzing effect was incredibly potent; the Flame Rings and other defensive rings they wore didn't even have time to react. At this moment, both Zhou Wu and Zhao Xiong were so anxious their eyes were splitting, for those high-end combatants were the soul of their teams! If they fell here, it would be as if they were back to square one. Seeing this, both sides were about to rush forward regardless of the danger.

In the next instant, Wei Cheng moved faster. Like a wisp of smoke, he swept across three hundred meters. The moment he landed, fifty-seven Immovable Golden Bells flew up, instantly shielding those who had been paralyzed.

Almost the next second, a ripple of energy vibrated through the air, and dozens of black shadows flashed by, leaving a string of blinding golden sparks on the bells. But they failed to break through. After all, these were Wei Cheng’s Immovable Golden Bells.

"Awoo!"

From a distant direction, a roar erupted. In the next second, countless fireballs and javelins surged from the massive abysses—a concentrated barrage!

"Shield formation, move forward!"

Zhou Wu and Zhao Xiong roared. To be honest, they were terrified; the demons’ tactics were one layer after another, impossible to guard against. If not for "Wei the Fool" running so fast... wait, which Mountain-Mover could run that fast? But it didn't matter now; they had to save their core members!

But it was too late. Nearly five hundred meters away, and with the "short-legged" Mountain-Movers moving as a group of thousands, they would be too late. Watching the dense swarm of fireballs and javelins falling like fireworks, Zhou Wu and Zhao Xiong fell into total despair. They were doomed!

But at that exact moment, a remarkably vivid image of towering mountains appeared before their eyes.

It was endless—dense forests, continuous peaks, the whistling of mountain winds, clouds and mist flowing beneath their feet, and the rushing of mighty rivers. It was a scene of magnificent grandeur. This was the illusion of the "Mountain-Mover Visualization" triggered by Wei Cheng’s full-burst power, using his own strength to shroud the entire battlefield!

Then, the sound of a bell boomed like divine thunder in the heavens!

Countless complex and mysterious talismans swirled, transforming into a true, ultimate Immovable Golden Bell, over a hundred meters in diameter, spinning rapidly as it descended. The next moment, the dense barrage of fireballs and javelins slammed into it, as if a sun had exploded right there!

Endless flames and shockwaves swept across a thousand-meter radius. Many rookie trial-takers, not being Mountain-Movers, were knocked over before they could react, leaving the scene in chaos. Yet, when the smoke cleared, that unimaginable Immovable Golden Bell still stood tall, covered in cracks but unbroken!

This single wave had exhausted all of Wei Cheng’s Mountain-Mover internal energy. But at least he had saved those arrogant fools.

Soon, as Zhou Wu and Zhao Xiong led thousands of Mountain-Movers to advance, the situation stabilized completely. Morale even skyrocketed. Especially when thousands of Mountain-Movers activated their visualizations simultaneously, regardless of individual strength or mental power, their wills became incredibly firm at that moment. The layered, overlapping illusions of the mountains rose, and though they belonged to individuals, they were harmonious and unified.

Even Wei Cheng was moved by the sight. While taking out a Golden Dragon Coin to restore his energy, he released his own visualization to join the thousands. At that moment, they truly felt an indestructible confidence.

Wei Cheng suddenly looked up, thoughtful, at the layered, unified mountain illusions. He suspected that after this battle, a few people would surely ignite their "Spiritual Fire" and condense their "Spiritual Seeds." This collective consciousness, this unity of heart and mind, truly changed a person’s thoughts and style.

But he had no time to ponder, for the enemy’s next attack arrived. The dark sky was instantly illuminated. Countless magma fireballs, javelins, and flaming spears were launched, dense as falling fire from heaven, howling like a raging ocean!

In an instant, an even brighter, more dazzling golden light rose, accompanied by the surging illusions of mountains. They charged forward, unyielding and fearless!

The two forces clashed in mid-air. On the ground, the roaring, the explosions, and the flickering light of the Immovable Golden Bells merged into one. No one could see or hear clearly, but they could feel it: *As long as the shield wall stands, we stand!*

Two or three seconds passed, yet it felt as long as ten thousand years. The fire remained, smoke lingered, but the shield wall stood as it had at the start!

No one cheered, for a second wave was already descending. Endless firelight flashed, like fire dragons rampaging. Yet, the shield wall remained unbreakable!

"Rumble!"

The earth shook. Thousands of flaming pig-demons charged forward, followed by dozens of Magma Giants and an endless sea of magma monsters.

"Where is Qingmu? Hurry and break the paralysis! Damn, this Paralyzing Head is tough!" Someone from the back shouted. Those individuals were still paralyzed, which was becoming problematic, especially since the demons' offensive was relentless.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of flaming pig-demons charged, smashing into the row of Immovable Golden Bells without slowing down.

"Awoo!"

They were mad, they were in pain, they were desperate, seeking only release.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Before the bells, they found their "release," slamming into piles of mush, but they also left countless cracks in the sturdy wall.

"Squeak!"

Thousands of flaming black-skinned monkeys flashed forward. They were known for their speed, their sharp claws experts at peeling off skulls. During the sixth stage's poison circle, they had dealt a heavy blow to Wei Cheng’s team; Wang Wei had died at their hands.

Now, using the pig-demons to charge the formation and the monkeys to break it was a highly effective combination. Many Mountain-Movers didn't even have time to react before their bells were shattered. But that was all they achieved.

"Defend!"

Thousands of roars erupted simultaneously. The massive sound wave converged, instantly killing the thousands of monkeys. They fell to the ground, screaming in agony, bleeding from their seven orifices, their organs ruptured, dying in pain.

However, facing the Magma Giants that followed, the shield formation began to struggle. The main issue was that their own high-end Zixia and Spirit Swallows were still unable to break free, so even someone as strong as Wei Cheng could only defend passively.

Fortunately, there was someone beside Zhou Wu who specialized in the Qingmu path, and they managed to dispel the strange paralysis in the shortest time possible. At that moment, the high-end Zixia, frustrated to the extreme, struck like lightning.

In an instant, dragon roars filled the air as over a dozen purple divine dragons appeared, once again dominating the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, Xu Guoliang from Zhou Wu’s team had killed two Magma Giants, and another high-end Zixia, Chu Huaiwang, had killed one. The high-end Zixia from Zhao Xiong’s team, with the cooperation of their Spirit Swallows, harvested five more. Liu Wenli’s side also claimed four.

As for Qin Douzi’s group, their tally was zero. He focused on recruiting rookies, and rookies were not yet capable of becoming high-end combatants.

Moreover, Magma Giants were different from Flame Birds. The former were ground-based all-rounders with extremely high defense; even high-end Spirit Swallows couldn't kill them in one hit. Conversely, while Flame Birds had huge destructive power, they were "squishy," making them the favorite target for Spirit Swallows.

In a short time, nearly all the Magma Giants were finished off. Their side’s morale soared.

The high-end Zixia and Spirit Swallows retreated and obediently shrank back behind the shield wall. They finally noticed the crisscrossing dark clouds in the sky.

This time, five Paralyzing Heads were watching them from above.

(Worship the Great Warm Sun, saving the little newbies from fire and water!)