Chapter 1544: Follow Me to Death

"Giant King of Fortune?"Jiang Fan stared at him. "I knew it was you!"

Only the Giant King of Fortune could silently dispel the ill luck from the Giant King of Sand and the Giant King of Soul. Previously, Jiang Fan had suffered greatly at his hands when afflicted by his ill fortune.

To Jiang Fan's surprise, the Giant King of Fortune now had two stars on his forehead. He was already a Two-Star Giant King.

Now, Jiang Fan faced three Giant Kings and one Transcendent Realm cultivator! One of them was a Two-Star Giant King! Facing four, Jiang Fan sighed inwardly. Could it be that his destined death was to happen today?

The Inner Demon Venerable, who also noticed this scene, couldn't help but sigh mournfully to the sky: "Heaven, are you truly not on the side of our Taicang Great State?" With a four-on-one encirclement, even if Jiang Fan had three heads and six arms, he was bound to fall! They had initially hoped Jiang Fan would quickly kill a Giant King to turn the tide. But fate had other plans. At the most crucial moment, a traitor emerged among them.

The Bodhisattva also looked over, silently forming hand seals, murmuring, "Second great vow: salvation." Jian Lanjiang's eyes were filled with desolation. He watched as the candle flame of hope flickered before them, only to be cruelly extinguished. Yet, like the Inner Demon Venerable and the Bodhisattva, he knew Jiang Fan desperately needed help but was unable to assist, being barely able to protect himself. He could only watch helplessly as Jiang Fan fell.

The unified human forces also saw Jiang Fan's perilous situation. If Jiang Fan fell again, the Taicang Great State would truly be without hope!

Within the battle group of the Myriad Tribulations Sacred Hall. Song Lingyu gritted her teeth, taking out a domain jade slip belonging to the Inner Demon Venerable. Gazing at the approaching army of ancient giants, she said in a low voice: "If I die and Jiang Fan lives, tell him to continue looking after my disciple!"

The Hall Master of Myriad Tribulations felt a chill in his heart. He understood Song Lingyu's action meant she was preparing to enter a state of frenzy. The frenzied state of Nascent Souls in Middle-earth was different from the cultivation systems of the Hell Realm and Heavenly Realm. The reason the nine Creation Ancient Sages designed it this way was specifically to counter the ancient giants! Once in a frenzy, one gained abilities that surpassed ancient giants of the same realm.

Now, with four hundred ancient giants before them, entering a frenzied state was the only hope for the human allied forces to win. At the same time, if the human side gained a significant advantage on the main battlefield, it would draw away one Giant King. This could alleviate some pressure on Jiang Fan. That was Song Lingyu's goal.

Thinking of this, the Hall Master of Myriad Tribulations looked at Venerable Sanqian, the head of the Madhouse. They exchanged a glance, and Venerable Sanqian decisively took out five individual coffins. Within each, a powerful madness surged. Restrained by the coffins, they had not burst out to harm others. These were precisely the Nine-Orifice Nascent Souls of the Myriad Tribulations Sacred Hall! They were also the source of hope for new Transcendent Venerables in the Myriad Tribulations Sacred Hall. Now, to resist the ancient giants and protect the Taicang Great State, they had no choice but to unleash them.

"Send the seniors... go!" The Hall Master of Myriad Tribulations' voice trembled, his eyes filled with sorrow. The deranged Nine-Orifice Nascent Souls, once unleashed among the giants, could indeed slaughter a number of ancient giants. However, being unconscious, they would ultimately perish under the giants' combined assault! Just like the Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul senior in the Tianshan battlefield who had killed ten ancient giants but also met his demise. Sending them out was sending them to their deaths.

Venerable Sanqian's eyes reddened as he knelt and kowtowed before the five coffins, crying out mournfully: "We, your juniors, are incapable of defending our land! We humbly ask the five seniors to join me... in death!" After speaking, he stood up, a resolute light shining in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he ascended into the air, carrying the five coffins.

Without looking back, he called out, "Hall Master, the Myriad Tribulations Sacred Hall is in your hands!" With a whoosh, he and the five coffins led the charge, bypassing the human allied forces, and were the first to arrive before the towering, skirt-like army of giants. "Go!" Tears in his eyes, he sent the five coffins soaring through the air, each flying into a different area above the ancient giants. With a series of explosive blasts, the five Nine-Orifice Nascent Souls, sealed within, successively appeared. Astonishing madness erupted with them.

Some of their madness caused paralysis; they themselves would be paralyzed, and it would also induce paralysis in those around them. Other madness was of slaughter, killing any living being they encountered and affecting surrounding creatures, causing them to fall into irrational killing sprees. Still other madness caused blindness; they themselves would lose sight, and surrounding creatures would also become blind.

Their appearance alerted the ancient giants. Flanged maces, brimming with destructive power, were hurled at them. One Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul was struck by a mace and instantly disintegrated into a bloody mist before it could even fully regain its senses.

The other four Nine-Orifice Nascent Souls landed in various locations among the ancient giants. The Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul specializing in the path of slaughter, with its formidable and unrivaled power, immediately slew an ancient giant. Its terrifying madness also interfered with the surrounding ancient giants, causing them to fall into a killing frenzy, attacking both it and other giants around them.

In a blink of an eye, eight ancient giants fell, and the madness continued to spread rapidly. Consequently, the ancient giants charging forward experienced localized chaos, greatly affecting the advance of their entire formation. Enraged, dozens of ancient giants hurled their maces from a distance, smashing the Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul of slaughter to death.

The paralyzed Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul, upon landing, caused vast numbers of ancient giants to lose their ability to move and collapse. The ancient giants behind them were caught off guard, either tripping or trampling over the bodies of the paralyzed. This caused widespread chaos and casualties. The enraged ancient giants decisively hurled their maces, crushing it into pulp.

Similar localized chaos unfolded in various parts of the giant army. Each Nine-Orifice Nascent Soul killed anywhere from three to nine giants. In just a brief moment, they caused over twenty ancient giant deaths. Moreover, they disrupted the ancient giants' charge. However, their own fates were equally tragic. All were utterly annihilated.

Tears streamed down Venerable Sanqian's reddened face. "Five seniors! I'm coming to join you!" As the head of the Madhouse, how could he bear to watch the seniors he had lived with day in and day out sacrifice themselves alone? He transformed into a bolt of heavenly lightning, charging into the ancient giants, letting out a thunderous roar: "You beasts, do you know fear now? People of my Myriad Tribulations Sacred Hall are not so easily consumed!"

Amidst the towering mountains, lightning flashed repeatedly. Finally, like a firefly in the dark night, it suddenly went out. Venerable Sanqian... had fallen.

"Sanqian!" the Hall Master of Myriad Tribulations cried out in grief, tears in his aged eyes. Tears streamed down Song Lingyu's face even more profusely. She leaped up, ascending into the air and declared, "The seniors have all gone. It's my turn!"

"And me!" Another eight-orifice Nascent Soul senior from the Myriad Tribulations Sacred Hall flew out. "And me!" "I'm coming too!" "Let's go together and win a glimmer of hope for our juniors!"

The eight-orifice Nascent Souls of the Myriad Tribulations Sacred Hall collectively grasped the Inner Demon Venerable's domain and ascended. Knowing that fire lay ahead, they chose to rush into it like moths. Their sole purpose was to secure a sliver more hope for the humans behind them. And to carve out a path to survival for Jiang Fan, who was trapped in despair.