Yellow Sand True Power

On the highway nestled among verdant hills.

Several trucks were parked crookedly on the side of the road, with black tire marks all over the road, clearly indicating that they were not parked properly.

The air smelled of burning, and a cell phone lay on the ground with a cracked screen.

One car had its windshield shattered and its door torn off, while another car had its rear left side panel deeply dented.

The other vehicles, whose damage was unclear, had their turn signals constantly flashing.

The emaciated thug, though possessing great strength, was dragging the people from the vehicles to the middle of the road.

In addition to the driver and co-driver, each of these vehicles also carried some seedling protectors, totaling twenty-four people.

By this time, most people had already fallen unconscious under the influence of the incantation, and some had been seriously injured in the car accident, with their heads bleeding profusely.

Jia Fang, dressed in loose black clothes, scanned the faces, limbs, and calluses on the hands of these people.

"Very good. They are all in their prime, still full of energy and vitality, and have also gained sufficient work experience."

Jia Fang Fangdao, "Are they all desert control workers?"

The thugs reported, "Yes, recently several desertification control workers from different counties have been flocking to a planting base."

"They all basically have to go through this route. A group passed through a couple of days ago, but there were only a few of them, and we didn't dare to act because we hadn't received orders."

Jia Fang sighed, "What a pity."

For those who worship Ghost God, the more powerful the offering, the greater the reward they receive.

But how easily do the strong become sacrifices? Even cultivators who are several levels weaker than themselves may lose their lives in the struggle, or have the opportunity to commit suicide.

Offerings that are of ordinary strength but can please the Ghost God and deities due to special circumstances are the most sought-after by the Divine Sect.

Low risk, high return.

When Jia Fang was young, he used to hunt down these kinds of people in his hometown.

Over the years, as his status has risen, his servants have taken on these tasks, while he only takes a portion of their blood and marrow. Yet today, he wants to relive those old dreams.

"God!"

Jia Fang shouted loudly and took a hammer from his subordinate.

The hammer handle is over two feet long, and the hammerhead resembles a sheep's head, but has four sheep horns.

"The ruler of the yellow sands, the king of the Tulo..."

He chanted prayers in a language that did not belong to any country in reality, and then slammed his hammer into the road.

Five fissures spread out along the road, extending to a point where they could encompass all the offerings, before automatically branching out.

After the tops of the five cracks branch off, they connect with each other, forming a circle. Then, finer and more cracks spread inward from this circle.

With a single hammer blow, he created the complete altar design.

Viewed from above, the pattern looks somewhat like a portrait drawn inside a circle.

Its forehead resembled that of a goat, with four horns on its head; its face resembled that of a camel, with jagged tusks.

The God of Yellow Sand, also known as the Tulo God, is mentioned in a few ancient texts of the Mystic Kingdom.

The Tulo a sheep's head, four horns, and a human body. It prefers sandy soil and eats people.

In the sacrificial imagery, a strange wind blew, so dry that one could almost clearly feel their skin dehydrating.

The twenty-four desert control workers were all unconscious, groaning in pain, their lips suddenly cracking.

As Jia Fang chanted in a low voice, the tiger's mouths of these desert control workers began to crack, and bloodstains could be seen.

There were only bloodstains, but no blood was flowing out.

The fine hairs on their bodies became particularly noticeable, as if their moisture, vitality, and life force—their struggle against the wind and sand—were being drained away by some force.

A little more color returned to Jia Fang's pale face, and the lower half of his camel-like face became fuller and more radiant again.

The complete sacrifice of twenty-four strong young men dedicated to combating desertification was enough to greatly improve his injuries.

Although it's still not completely cured, it will worsen and relapse by tomorrow at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM).

However, Qiao and Xu Ziqian are now targeting the base.

If Jia Fang simply appears early with a relatively strong presence, it will be enough to demonstrate his presence. He can then use the prisoners from the base as sacrifices, and his injuries will be fully healed before tomorrow.

In just a short while, those who were fighting desertification were no longer able to utter a sound of pain.

Their mouths were wide open, and you could see that the inside of their mouths was completely white and had cracked from dryness. Their limbs were twitching and trembling, and they were in pain and vulnerable.

Jia Fang was immersed in a pleasant experience, his eyes slightly closed, feeling relaxed and his senses were sharper than usual. Suddenly, his eyelid twitched.

The man's eyelids twitched, and his thirteen subordinates simultaneously sensed it, turning their heads eastward in unison.

Highways are naturally much gentler than hills, but in fact, many sections of the road have undulating slopes.

The place where Jia Fang and his group were located was in a low-lying area, at the bottom of a slope.

If you look east along the road, your view will be blocked by the "crest" of the road ahead due to the difference in elevation.

Anyone who wants to come here will inevitably need to make a turn at the "top of the hill".

As the thirteen people turned to look, they caught a glimpse of the newcomer as he turned at the top of the slope.

The man's black hair was straightened, his eyebrows seemed to be raised, and he ignored the wind resistance in his face, opening his eyes and looking forward, his left foot was about to step out.

This image remained frozen in the eyes of the thirteen people for a fleeting moment.

Then, it vanished like a wisp of moisture in the desert.

The thirteen people opened their mouths in horror, but no specific words were uttered. Yet, one could strongly sense that a spell was emanating from them.

The indistinct yet continuous, endless sound caused the road, stretching over a hundred meters to the east, to tremble.

The road surface turned yellow and became mottled.

Waves of yellow sand surged up and crashed against the shore.

Each grain of sand is angular, displaying a crystalline yet hard texture under the sunlight.

From the southeastern Mediterranean to the Persia coast, legends about Ghoul have existed since ancient times.

Those places are mainly tropical desert climates. Legend has it that Ghoul build their nests in the desert, sometimes even setting the entrance to their caves in quicksand.

They are shriveled, but have sharp claws and are incredibly strong. The lower-ranking ones roam among the graves like hyenas, digging up graves and eating corpses.

The powerful, however, can create illusions and bewitch the living with mere whispers, leading them to be devoured and their bones left to rot in the sand in a daze.

Jia Fang's minions, while retaining human intelligence, also possess Ghoul abilities.

In addition, some of their marrow and blood were collected and controlled by Jia Fang, allowing them to communicate with each other when necessary.

The Ghoul ' illusionary abilities were stimulated by each other and pushed to their limits.

Although it's an illusion, even the grains of sand have a realistic feel.

If you get hit by a grain of sand, it will really leave a crack; if you are swept by a wave of sand, you will definitely be bloodied and mangled.

They all grew up in countries with desert climates, which is like projecting fragments of their memories into reality.

A lethal illusion with a range of over 100 meters.

Finally, the figure that was moving so fast that they couldn't see it clearly was revealed again.

This person was now less than ten meters away from the altar pattern.

The intense tension caused the thirteen people's illusion to instantly solidify into a yellow ram's head that was larger than an adult's height.

The ram's head should have lunged forward and rammed into that person.

But as soon as the sheep's head was formed, the person had already passed through it.

On the huge yellow ram's head, there was a human-shaped hole, which was bright from the front and back, and there was not a trace of residue inside.

Bang!!

The Ghoul at the very front had been slapped in the face, and the back of its head bulged out like a rugby ball.

It was clearly blue, but no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a brutal Four-Leaf Seal, tinged with blood, bursting out from the back of his head.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!

The Four-Leaf Seal split into twelve, which spun and shot out, bombarding the other twelve Ghoul.

Their torsos were all blasted with four-leaf holes.

Chu Tianshu arrived at top speed and delivered a powerful palm strike.

Even if you kill one person first and then divide the spoils into twelve, you still shatter all their chances of survival.

On the contrary, only Jia Fang, who was standing in the middle of the altar pattern, suddenly restrained his aura and was not locked by the Zongheng palm prints.

"Make me eat sand?"

Chu Tianshu uttered a word, and the corpse in front of him exploded, the illusion of yellow sand behind him shattered, and it returned to a highway leading to the distant mountains.

I'll make you eat your way to death!

Jia Fang managed to shake off the rough sensation of the palm strike, but he couldn't escape Chu Tianshu's jade-like eyes.

The word "death" was just uttered.

Chu Tianshu moved like a dragon cutting through the wind, using the most graceful movement technique in Taiji Fist, his palms like dragon heads, roaring through the air as he arrived.

Jia Fang's large eyes opened rapidly, his eyelids shrinking as if they had disappeared, leaving only his eye sockets and large eyeballs.

The ram's head hammer suddenly rose up, like an angry ram butting its horns.

In an instant, it didn't seem like he was using the hammer, but rather like the force of the dry earth itself was pushing the hammer out.

Despite the hammer's rapid acceleration, it actually gives the impression that it becomes clearer.

It's as if the entire hammer, starting from the tip of the ram's horn, has been stripped of all artifice, revealing its sharp outline.

When Chu Tianshu saw the ram's horn, he suddenly thought of Lin Chucheng's battle armor.

The numerous scratches on it were caused by this object.

His hand moved so fast that, although the trajectory seemed unchanged, he precisely avoided the four ram's horns and struck the flat part of the hammer.

Boom!!

The two objects collided, but the force didn't seem to have fully connected yet.

Chu Tianshu abruptly pulled his hand away, creating a violent gust of wind, and with a flick of his wrist, his palm struck the iron hammer from below.

As expected, the sheep's head flew swiftly into the air.

But the moment the ram's head flew up, what was connected below its neck was not a hammer handle, but an iron chain.

The length of the iron chain hidden in the hammer handle was unknown.

Jia Fang's eyes gleamed, and he suddenly imitated a syllable.

The sound was like sand colliding, or perhaps... thunder.

Boom!!

Despite it being a clear day, three bolts of lightning suddenly struck the head of the black iron ram high in the sky.

The electric speed was incredibly fast; Jia Fang's entire body emitted intense electric light, with high temperature and bright color, which splashed outwards.

Chu Tianshu's face was illuminated by the light, turning his eyebrows and hair white.

Earth's magnetic field shifts, attracting magnetic thunder!

(End of this chapter)