Chapter 2305: Clash of the Superpowerful

When the army couldn't be killed, Cang Yan regained numerical superiority, and the scales of victory quickly tipped in this direction.

Yuan Xilin assessed the situation, feeling anxious in his heart.

Are we going to have to use our trump card so soon?

But since stepping into the enemy's trap, we have already lost the initiative and cannot afford to delay further.

He made up his mind, pulled a palm-sized figurine from his bosom, whispered a few words to it at his lips, and then flung it into the sky.

The figurine was dark gold in color, shaped like a stone pillar, with one humanoid relief after another carved all around it, seven figures in total from top to bottom.

Liu Qingdao had been on high alert ever since he took out this figurine; the headmaster of Qixia Sect producing something like this for battle must be no ordinary item. However, Yuan Xilin did not hurl it at the enemies of Bingyuan Si, but threw it upward instead.

The figurine, once airborne, suddenly burst into seven beams of golden light, six of which shot off in six different directions.

These beams were initially no larger than quail eggs, but as they flew farther, they swelled rapidly, expanding tens of thousands of times within dozens of breaths, transforming into dark-gold bronze giants over sixty zhang tall!

They flew to the edge of this fake "Weian City" and struck the ground like comets, in perfect unison, impacting at the exact same moment.

With a dull thud, the entire city trembled—not just the city, but the whole mirror world shook.

"Ow! My head hurts so much!" the Soul-Capturing Mirror's cry immediately reached Liu Qingdao's ears: "Don't let them shake me again. I'm just a mirror!"

The mirror world is what it constructed; although it has been continuously refined and strengthened over the years, it ultimately cannot compare to the real Great Thousandfold World. If Qixia Sect breaks its limit, the mirror world will also shatter!

Here, the battle must be swift and decisive.

"Please endure a little longer," Liu Qingdao soothed it, "The Great Emperor has ordered that Yuan Xilin must be captured at all costs!"

Pretentious—just as the fight began, you want to quit? Over these years, the mirror has followed the Great Emperor, receiving priority access to key resources, so its cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds; no other magical artifact gets such treatment!

But since it is ultimately the Great Emperor's personal magical artifact, Liu Qingdao must coax it gently, dare not speak harshly, and can only suppress it by invoking its master.

Indeed, as soon as the Great Emperor's order was mentioned, the mirror's complaints softened into hums: "Then hurry up! If you're slow, I'll impeach you thoroughly when we get back!"

Since this mirror is the Great Emperor's heart-protection mirror, constant whining near the ear is unpleasant, so Liu Qingdao quickly said: "Good, please hold on firmly."

As they spoke, the final beam of golden light in midair descended, heading straight for the city administration in the mirror world.

This was the last giant formed from Yuan Xilin's dark-gold pillar, standing a hundred zhang tall!

Its descent was so fast that sparks flew from friction with the air.

When it struck the ground, the city administration in the mirror world instantly shattered, and the iron fists of the other six giants also slammed into the ground simultaneously.

Boom—this sound was deeper and more distant than before, as if coming from the earth's core.

Liu Qingdao murmured: "So this is the Giant Spirit God."

Qixia Sect's sect-protecting treasure, the Giant Spirit God, is not just one, but a full seven!

The Great Way is simple, and their abilities are equally pure: aside from forming a strong defensive barrier, they possess immensely hard bodies and tremendous strength.

Each Giant Spirit God bears countless scars—medals from past intense battles, requiring vast amounts of spiritual energy to repair. But in the past few centuries, the spiritual energy environment has been too poor, and Qixia Sect cannot afford to restore them, so they must fight while wounded.

After two such heavy blows, the points where their fists landed were blasted into deep pits, each over ten zhang deep, with the dark-gold bronze giants at the center, radiating outward in fissures.

Since this is a small world, its structure must be less stable than the real world. Yuan Xilin, a veteran of the ancient immortal-demon war, immediately grasped the mirror world's weakness.

He did not send the Giant Spirit Gods against the enemy, but to use them to destroy this world's pillars.

As long as the small world is shattered, Qixia Sect can return to reality.

Between the seven great pits, the ground began to show one deep trench after another, extending and connecting toward each other. This confirms Yuan Xilin's judgment was correct—the small world's strength is limited and cannot withstand the Giant Spirit Gods' furious bombardment.

Strike a few more times, and they could truly pierce the earth's core and shatter this small world!

Liu Qingdao sighed: "Three thousand years ago, when the mountains and rivers were in ruin, Yuanshan Sect dispatched seven Giant Spirit Gods to participate in constructing the Oasis Barrier, protecting countless beings, their merit immeasurable; Qixia Sect inherited their legacy, yet today they would use these Giant Spirit Gods to slaughter civilians—Yuan brother, how can you bear it?"

Yuan Xilin remained silent.

Yuanshan, the predecessor of Qixia Sect, to protect the Oasis, had nearly exhausted its resources maintaining the Giant Spirit Array, leading to its own decline. Others say Yuanshan had the breadth and responsibility of an ancient great sect, but is it truly worthwhile to exhaust oneself for others' benefit?

He harbors a private motive in leading Qixia Sect—he does not wish to follow Yuanshan's path.

At this moment, every crack in the pits and trenches suddenly emitted red light, then rapidly healed at astonishing speed.

It was as if an invisible pair of great hands were gently smoothing these wounds.

This power feels unfamiliar to Qixia Sect, but everyone in Bingyuan Si knows it well:

Primal Force.

The mirror world is today's main battlefield, so the Nine Abysses Great Emperor allocated abundant Primal Force to the Soul-Capturing Mirror, enabling it to repair its damage immediately.

Over a decade ago, whenever the mirror suffered heavy damage, it needed at least several months of rest before a broken mirror could be made whole again. This time, however, it can heal while fighting—besides its own cultivation deepening, the immense boost from Primal Force has made it cry out:

"Come on, come on, let's see who lasts till the end!"

Yuan Xilin cannot hear its taunts, but he senses the world's hostility, so he continues to order the Giant Spirit Gods:

Smash, smash hard, smash a path of survival for Qixia Sect!

The seven Giant Spirit Gods simultaneously raised their fists, striking the ground again and again, each impact triggering intense resonance.

This vibration equals a magnitude-nine earthquake; in the mirror city battle, everyone—friend or foe—feels the tremor exceptionally strongly.

Liu Qingdao also felt a secret relief, grateful that he had lured Qixia Sect into the mirror world; otherwise, if these seven Giant Spirit Gods were to strike the real Weian City, the damage would be catastrophic.

Weian City naturally has protective formations, but these seven giants are no pushovers.

Moreover, Liu Qingdao is certain that Qixia Sect originally intended to use the Giant Spirit Gods to give Weian City an unforgettable lesson!

No wonder it's a remnant of an ancient immortal sect—just one move, and it differs from the immortal sects and demon tribes that Bingyuan Si previously dealt with.

But in the mirror world, no matter how many times the Giant Spirit Gods attack, the ground's spiderweb-like fissures still glow red, again and again reassembling themselves.