Chapter 1288 Misty Rain of Dian Mountains Conceals Killing Intent, Blades and Radiance Strike Down Evil

The salt crystals exploded in the air, creating a hazy white fog.

When the fog cleared, a deep crack appeared on Yue Wuhen’s Blood Moon Saber, while Qi Meizhen’s Miao Saber still glittered coldly.

"You lost. Losing means leaving your life behind, because the Hake Tribe will not spare anyone who disturbs our people. Hmph!" Qi Meizhen said coldly, as her Miao Saber pierced out like lightning, aiming straight for Yue Wuhen’s heart.

Yue Wuhen’s eyes widened, but he was already dead, blood splattering everywhere.

The rebels, seeing the tide had turned, attempted to flee, but were caught one by one by the Hake Cavalry’s lassos.

Qi Meizhen walked up to one rebel leader and lifted his chin with her Miao Saber: "Why did you betray me?"

That person sneered, "The Hake’s salt fields should belong to the strong! You witch, you’re just stealing the Khan position of the Hake Clan!"

Qi Meizhen’s eyes turned cold, the Miao Saber sliced through, and the person’s head rolled off, blood saturating the salt field, staining the white crystals dark red.

After the fierce battle, the salt field was littered with broken salt rakes and overturned salt buckets, with salt grains mixed with soil, stained by blood, displaying a mottled dark red color. In the salt field, the salt piles like small mountains had become battered and ruined due to the fierce battle, and among the salt crystals seemed to be the reflected images of the brave soldiers.

By the Salt Sea, the sea water was no longer pure blue, but tinged with a hint of blood red from the battle’s harshness; amidst the surging waves, one could almost hear the echoes of war and the soldiers’ cries. Under the setting sun, the salt fields, salt lands, and Salt Sea together formed a poignant and majestic scene that inspired awe in people’s hearts.

Qi Meizhen gazed at the bodies strewn all over the ground, sheathed her Miao Saber: "Send the order to sink these bodies into the salt pools. Let everyone know, those who betray the Hake Tribe will forever be sealed by the salt crystals!" Her voice echoed over the Salt Sea, startling a flock of cold crows that circled and flew towards the blood-colored sunset.

Jin Liufu approached to speak to Qi Meizhen: "Great Khan, the Burial Moon Clan, instigated by the Western Holy Sect, will not easily give up. They’ve emerged from the depths of the desert; they surely intend to seize our salt fields. Otherwise, they will have walked thousands of miles for nothing!"

Yang Feng snorted coldly: "What are we afraid of! If the enemies come, we’ll block them; if the floods come, we’ll seal them!"

Qi Meizhen pondered slightly and said, "Hero Gongsun, I ask of you a favor to notify Master Xue of Xue Hong Mountain. Have him lead the disciples of the Northwest Salt Gang to make preparations around various salt fields to prevent any unforeseen events. The Hake Tribe protects the Salt Road and salt fields for the Northwest Salt Gang, and I hope Master Xue can lead the Salt Gang disciples to work together."

Gongsun Ren clasped his hands and bowed, then departed to carry out the orders.

In the distant Northwest, amidst the steaming heat of the Salt Sea, the vast salt fields spread out like sheets of silver, their dazzling white light shooting up to the sky, making it impossible to look directly.

The canals between the salt fields resembled silver ribbons, weaving a magnificent scene, shimmering with alluring brightness under the sunlight.

On this vast expanse of alkali soil, the sunlight reflected off the salt crystals, forming dazzling beams of light that resembled the spotlights of nature, illuminating this magical land.

That brilliance was dazzling and made one feel as if they were in a dreamlike world, with each step taken on the melody of light.

The salt fields appeared exceptionally radiant under the sunlight, shining with a unique brilliance.

The enchanting scene of the Salt Sea is not only in its grandeur and uniqueness but also in the alluring benefits it brings. This wondrous land, with its captivating scenery and enticing benefits, has become a place people yearn for.

Wars over the Salt Road and salt fields seem never-ending.

Only when one side’s strength is completely exhausted can the other side obtain a brief moment of peace and tranquility.

Otherwise, no one can settle down.

Hake Tribe’s Queen Qi Meizhen, draped in Golden Armor, had salt crystals embedded in her Phoenix Wing Helmet refracting icy light, with her Miao Saber lightly tapping the armor, making a sound like a dragon’s clang.

She looked at the distant swirling dust where the dark banners faintly emerged, sewn with the Blood Moon Totem of the Burial Moon Clan war flag, twisting like a demonic shadow under the scorching sun.

"Queen! The Burial Moon’s ’Moon Shadow Twelve Envoys’ are using Invisibility Technique to stealthily approach!" Jin Liufu emerged from the water, with salt grains rustling all over like wearing silver armor, "Those rebels are mingled amongst the ranks and are audaciously flying the old flag of the Hake Clan!"

Gongsun Ren sneered, suddenly flicking out a pair of Wu Yue Hooks, which spun with salt crystals through the air, emitting sharp tearing sounds: "Concealing rats, my venom hooks will surely make their souls scatter!"

Qi Meizhen’s fingertips brushed over the ancient hilt of the Miao Saber, as her gaze swept over the ready Hake Cavalry.

The soldiers’ scimitars were coated with reflective salt powder, with salt crystal lenses on the saddles shining like countless stars under the sunlight.

"Send the order! Deploy the ’Mirror Abyss Array’!" Her voice was like a bell echoing far and wide, "Even the Western Regions’ demon techniques that can darken the skies must be vanquished in my Hake salt fields today!" The bugle sounded like a thunderclap, and the Hake Cavalry scattered like arrows.

In their hands, the lenses quickly assembled, and in an instant, a giant light array formed over the salt fields. The sunlight, after multiple refractions, transformed into countless rotating light blades.

The Moon Shadow Twelve Envoys had just hidden into void space when they were ruthlessly torn by the light blades, screams reverberating as blood flowers burst in the air, resembling blooming eerie red plums.

"Just a minor trick!" The Burial Moon High Priest Lunar Eclipse’s black robe fluttered, and the Blood Moon Saber glowed with an intense purple light, "Watch as I cover the sun with the Blood Moon, devouring your illusory light!" The shadow of a dark red moon wheel covered the sky, as the spinning light blades shattered inch by inch in the purple glow.