Chapter 2238: Holding Back the Troops

He Lingchuan was only two zhang away from the Crimson General, and with his movement technique, he could pounce at any moment.

But did he truly gauge the timing correctly?

Recalling the Miti intelligence he had gathered in the past, He Lingchuan's mind raced.

If he made a single misstep, the Crimson General and Panlong City would lose everything!

Miti's Primordial Spirit was only twenty zhang from the Crimson General.

Xu Shichu had experienced countless storms in his life, yet at this moment his palms were slick with cold sweat.

Only ten zhang remained.

He Lingchuan did not move.

The distance between Miti and the Crimson General shortened further to five zhang.

The Crimson General's sea of consciousness bore His mark, so he could not refuse its possession.

Since fleeing to the ends of the earth would still result in pursuit, she simply did not look back, fought on her own, and shot dead the orderly beside Wu Xianxian.

Xu Shichu exclaimed anxiously: "General!"

With the speed of Miti's Primordial Spirit, a single breath was enough to arrive.

Even if He Lingchuan's movement technique were faster, pouncing would take time; if he did not act now, it would be too late!

Why does the Tiger Wing General stand rooted in place? What is he still hesitating over?

Xu Shichu was burning with anxiety, lost his composure for a moment, and instinctively shoved He Lingchuan.

But He Lingchuan held his position: "Not urgent."

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The more critical the moment, the calmer he appeared.

But in fact, his fists were clenched tight.

He Lingchuan was gambling, staking the entire fate of Panlong on his judgment of Miti being infallible.

"What……" Xu Shichu gasped in shock, the remaining two characters "meaning" unspoken, as that enormous light sphere slammed into the Crimson General.

At this moment, the Crimson General shone brighter than the proud sun.

Yet Xu Shichu's heart felt as if it had plunged into an ice cellar.

Too late, it's over.

"General He!" He stared at He Lingchuan, bewildered, yet still clinging to a sliver of hope.

The Tiger Wing General is both brave and wise, even the king praises him as highly reliable; today he uncharacteristically stands still—could there be some hidden reason?

He Lingchuan raised his hand and said only two words: "Trap."

Trap? What does that mean?

Xu Shichu is no ordinary man; seeing his composed and assured demeanor, he immediately withdrew from his earlier state of agitation.

The Tiger Wing General judged: Is this great light sphere not the true descent of Miti?

From where did he deduce this?

Such a grand spectacle, such a mighty descent……

Xu Shichu suddenly furrowed his brow. Wait, such a grand spectacle?

If the king and the Crimson General had not misjudged, Miti would have known they would resist his descent, so he must have made preparations and precautions for this true descent.

Miti is the war god of the Demon Realm, and on the battlefield there is always the saying: "In war, deception is never excessive."

He Lingchuan glanced at Xu Shichu, saw that he was deep in thought, and knew he too harbored suspicions.

But for now he had no leisure to attend to Dean Xu, his full attention fixed on the Crimson General.

After being struck by the great fireball, the Crimson General's movements froze, and the originally raised Thunderbolt Spear slowly lowered.

Only then did He Lingchuan spur his horse, taking two steps to reach her side:

"General?"

The Crimson General moved, his helmet vanishing on its own, revealing a beautiful yet cold face.

He Lingchuan immediately bowed: "My lord! The battle here is secure; why have you descended to the mortal realm?"

The one now controlling the Crimson General's actions was no longer Zhong Wuhuan, but Miti.

Miti swept his gaze, saw his astonished expression, and pointed the spear tip at the Golden Horn Rhino herd: "Why do you not advance?"

After his Primordial Spirit descended, the Golden Horn General, seeing no abnormality here, let out a great roar, urging his people to speed up.

A great herd of rhinoceroses came thundering over, the ground trembling slightly.

He Lingchuan had coordinated with Miti's divine avatar more than once, was accustomed to His demeanor, and now said nothing more, spurred his horse, turned, and charged again toward the Golden Horn Rhino herd.

From the vantage of the hilltop, the two armies clashed in chaos on the ground, heavy clouds pressed down by the lakeside, yet just now the light point of Miti's divine descent had punched a hole through the thick cloud mass, this hole expanding at a visible speed, its edges flashing with lightning and thunder, while the center of the hole lay dim and gray, appearing as a sinister tear.

What is happening with this sky?

Besides the ground melee, the descent of the four gods, and Zhong Shengguang and He Lingchuan's god-slaying plan about to begin, why must even the celestial phenomena join in the chaos?

But He Lingchuan also had no energy to spare for heavenly affairs; he had to focus entirely on the rhinoceros herd galloping toward him.

All saw the Tiger Wing General's black armor gleam with dazzling red light, then his long spear thrust forward—not to pierce a person, but to drive into the earth.

It seemed for a moment that spiritual energy condensed into a bundle, forming on the spear shaft a blood-red python shadow tinged with purple qi, which conducted down to the ground along the spear tip.

"Earth Dragon Pushes Mountain, rise!"

This spear thrust into the ground caused the warhorse to rise upright on its hind legs, no longer moving forward.

But the surrounding soldiers clearly saw something released from the spear tip into the earth, whereupon the battlefield terrain directly ahead of the Tiger Wing General underwent a sudden transformation!

This place had originally been a rare open space by the lake, otherwise two or three thousand people would not have crowded here to hack at each other. But at He Lingchuan's command, suddenly a scene of the Earth Dragon turning over unfolded!

The ground shifted, some places lifting desperately, others sinking rapidly, both sides unable to stand firm, scrambling to dodge.

After only a dozen breaths, the Earth Dragon's turn was complete, the circling avian demons in the high sky emitting startled cries.

From their perspective, the battlefield by the lake seemed to have a giant python coiled beneath the ground, with the snake's body forming the raised slopes.

It happened to block the space between the golden-horned rhino herd and He Lingchuan and the Red General.

In other words, the originally flat ground between the two sides had become an uneven triple-layered slope.

Everyone knows that the ideal terrain for a giant beast to launch a charge is a vast plain; if one must continuously go uphill, downhill, uphill again, downhill again… and the slope is steep besides, there's no need to say that speed will certainly be affected, momentum and force will dissipate completely.

After climbing two slopes, the golden-horned rhino herd's speed dropped by half; due to the initial charge being too fast, two tribesmen accidentally somersaulted while going downhill and couldn't get up for half a day, which made them extremely annoyed.

He Lingchuan then lowered his halberd.

The marvelous use of elemental force knows no bounds; he had only grasped a little of it, yet this trial already showed its power.

This move is not a combat technique, but a divine ability; ancient masters used it to reshape terrain, and later generations often require many cultivators to combine their efforts in formation, nurturing it for a long time before completion.

He Lingchuan activated this divine ability using his own true force as a primer, then supplemented it with elemental force afterward.

At the moment of casting, he felt elemental force being violently sucked away, as if suddenly plunged into a bottomless pit.

No wonder that during the past year's tribute ceremony, Green Vase Bottle drained the entire army's elemental force in just one use—such a large-scale divine ability is extremely energy-consuming.

Fortunately, the Coiled Dragon Army's elemental force is abundant, so it can withstand the drain.

But he is not entirely satisfied, because the Earth Dragon Push Mountain he unleashed actually deviates from his expectation—the edge of the "earth dragon" is blurred and irregular; calling it a giant python is less accurate than saying it resembles half a coiled incense stick.

Thank you丨Half a Cup of Flowing Years灬Little Shoe for the reward~~