Chapter 146 Extreme Punishment Targeting Weaknesses

Chapter 146 Extreme Punishment Targeting Weaknesses

With Tuoba Xiao's order, the Death Legion, which had been lying in ambush at the windy pass of the canyon, suddenly made a move.

They neither shot arrows nor charged.

Instead, they brought out dozens of pre-prepared black iron braziers, opened their lids, and lit the contents inside.

"call--"

There was no open flame, only thick smoke billowing out.

The smoke was extremely eerie, displaying a bewitching pale pink hue.

Riding the biting north wind, the pink smoke, like greedy venomous snakes, swept along the canyon, engulfing Pei Yunjing and his hundred-man team at the bottom of the valley.

"Hold your breath! It's poisonous smoke!"

Han Zheng roared and immediately tore off his clothes to cover his mouth and nose.

However, the smoke came too quickly and too intensely. In the blink of an eye, the pink mist enveloped everyone.

"Cough cough cough..."

Tangli only took a small sip, but it felt like a spoonful of hot oil had been poured into her throat, so sweet it made her nauseous.

It smelled like a mixture of rotting flowers and corpse oil, so fragrant it was stinky, so cloying it made you dizzy.

For ordinary people, this is nothing more than disgust and hallucination.

But for Pei Yunjing, it was a form of torture akin to being skinned alive and having his tendons pulled out.

"Well……"

Pei Yunjing's body suddenly stiffened.

The moment that pink smoke entered his nostrils, he felt as if every nerve ending in his body was forcibly stripped away and magnified.

This is a secret "bewitching smoke" made by the Northern Rong. Its purpose is not to poison people, but to amplify the sensation of pain.

The wind blowing on my face no longer felt cool, but rather like countless tiny blades cutting into my skin.

The collar brushing against my neck was no longer a pleasant sensation, but rather like sandpaper rubbing against a wound.

All sensations were magnified tenfold, a hundredfold!

Pei Yunjing's hand holding the sword began to tremble violently, and cold sweat poured down his forehead instantly.

He gritted his teeth, not wanting to show weakness in front of the enemy, but the intense pain surging from the depths of his soul made even breathing a torment.

"It's not over yet."

On the high slope, Tuoba Xiao watched the figure swaying precariously in the smoke and cruelly swung his hand:

"Play music! Let's entertain the Regent!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Dozens of giant war drums made of cowhide were struck simultaneously.

Immediately following was the sharp ringing of countless gongs being struck violently with internal force.

"when--!!!"

This is Tiger Leaping Gorge, a narrow gorge flanked by two mountains.

The enormous sound waves collided, reflected, and overlapped between the rock walls of the canyon, forming a natural echo array.

The sound is no longer a sound.

It is an invisible hammer, a sonic weapon capable of shattering internal organs!

"ah--!!!"

Pei Yunjing, who was at the center of the echo array, finally could no longer hold on.

He let out a piercing roar, and the "Zhanwang" sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Thump!"

This mighty war god knelt heavily on the snow.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his nails digging deep into his scalp, as if he wanted to crush his head, which was about to explode.

"Your Highness!"

Tangli rushed over in alarm, trying to help him.

When she saw Pei Yunjing's face clearly, her heart almost stopped beating.

Blood.

It was all blood.

Two streams of crimson tears flowed down his cheeks, then down his nostrils, earlobes, and mouth...

That's a sign that the brain's nerves can't withstand the huge sound wave impact, causing blood vessels to rupture.

"Get out...get away..."

Pei Yunjing pushed Tang Li away; he could no longer see who was in front of him.

Under the hallucinogenic effects of the pink toxic smoke, coupled with the torment of sensory overload, his world had completely collapsed.

He felt his brain boiling, burning. Everything before his eyes was twisting and spinning.

He tried hard to see Tang Li's face clearly, wanting to confirm her safety.

However, in his vision, the once clear pear blossoms were split into countless overlapping images.

Ten... a hundred...

Countless red shadows flickered before his eyes, each one crying, each one screaming in pain.

"Tangli...which one is Tangli..."

Pei Yunjing reached out his hand, trying to grab it, but grasped nothing.

"It's too noisy...it hurts too much..."

He knelt in the snow, his blood staining the white snow beneath him.

That helplessness and despair was like a lion whose teeth and claws had been pulled out and thrown into the arena for people's amusement.

This is not a fight at all.

This was a meticulously planned execution, targeting his weaknesses.