Chapter 4010 — Heavy Losses
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Hong Zhong simply pressed down with one hand, and of a sudden a blinding golden light blazed beneath him; a vast phantom hand materialized out of thin air and met those dozens upon dozens of densely packed water arrows head-on, crushing every last one of them down by sheer force!
Wei Zhao was left staring slack-jawed at such strength. He could plainly sense that the power behind those water arrows rivaled his own true-qi bombs—dozens of water arrows meant dozens of true-qi bombs, and gathered together, what terrifying force was that? And yet Hong Zhong had suppressed the whole volley with a single move!
In daily life the man seemed quiet and unobtrusive, the very picture of a genial old elder who made his fortune through harmony; who would have thought that once he set his hand to action he would prove so brutally overbearing and stunning? Truly, the real person shows no face—Hong Zhong was a man whose depths ran deep indeed.
One palm suppressing dozens of water arrows—under the impact of such peerless aura, even the flying spirit beast beneath their feet nearly got caught in the crossfire, struggling for a good while before it finally managed to steady itself.
Yet hardly had one wave subsided than another rose.
The flying-fish volley had barely been settled when a strange sound suddenly rose in the air—at first hearing it seemed a woman's song, and at the second it resembled the Zen chants of ancient Buddhas, concealing profound mysteries within, so that one felt from the very depths of the soul an instinctive shudder, and with it a swimming of the mind.
A divine-sense attack! Wei Zhao's whole body gave a sudden shudder. His cultivation was still far from sufficient for attack or defense on the level of divine sense, but he understood it well enough; even if he had failed to react, the ghost fellow would surely have warned him—and this time it was the ghost fellow who had taken the blow for him of its own accord.
"Careful! This is the siren's song—it destroys the divine sense!" Hong Zhong called out in urgent warning.
Sirens were among the most eerie and powerful of all known sea beasts. Small of body, far from the ferocious aspect of ordinary sea beasts, and possessing no real destructive power, they nonetheless bore a racial gift most troublesome to deal with: the annihilation of divine sense.
So dreadful was this gift that even a top-tier expert like Hong Zhong found it a severe headache. With his strength he had no fear of protecting himself, but to shield at the same time these several people beside him whose strength fell far short of his own—that was stretching him to the limit.
What was more, he had just expended himself suppressing dozens of lethal water arrows with a single palm, and this was precisely the moment when Hong Zhong's strength ran thin. This sort of relayed coordination between the sirens and the flying-fish schools was enough to spell death for anyone.
The siren's song struck without warning. Unlike ordinary attacks, this divine-sense assault was all but impossible to guard against; even though Hong Zhong had already thrown his full strength into shielding them, he still could not keep all three of Wei Zhao's party whole. The two lieutenants of lesser strength went rigid almost in an instant, their eyes vacant and pitch-black—the unmistakable sign of divine sense destroyed by the siren's song.
Disaster! Hong Zhong's heart lurched. The siren's song wrought destruction upon the divine sense that was absolute; once struck, there was no remedy—unless one were a master like Zhang Lifeng, perhaps, there might be a way. Seeing the two lieutenants as they were, it was plain they were finished.
And so it proved. Struck by the song, the two lieutenants had their divine sense destroyed and were reduced to living corpses on the spot, dropping stiff as boards from the back of the flying spirit beast.