Chapter 2771: Immortal Body

The elite Beijia troops were shocked. One strike, and the god-sovereign who had been unstoppable just vanished like that?

Is that reasonable?

Is the ambush attacker too strong, or is the god-sovereign too easy to kill?

"Not done!" He Lingchuan's voice rang in the ears of the god-slaying squad members, "Watch out for enemy counterattack!"

Not done?

The squad member froze. The general's strike that even ghosts and gods could not withstand actually missed—could Tongming Zhenjun have used a high-level illusion?

But how could he react to it?

He Lingchuan's blade felt insubstantial, like swinging into air. With his rich combat experience, he instantly realized he had been tricked.

Logically, after missing a strike, this squad should have retreated a hundred zhang away; otherwise, front, back, left, and right are all Beijia soldiers. Having exposed their position, breaking out would be difficult.

But such an opportunity to engage Tongming Zhenjun in close combat is rare, and this fellow is getting closer to the Mingsha Forest stockade wall. If He Lingchuan does not act to stop him, who knows what destruction he might wreak on the wall using his innate talent?

The stockade wall is the lifeline of the Panlong Army—it cannot be lost. The two greatest heavenly demons threatening it, Fenghe Goddess and Tongming Zhenjun, must all be eliminated!

Whether to fight or flee, the opportunity is fleeting—He Lingchuan must decide immediately!

His blade sliced through empty air; Tongming Zhenjun turned, eyes locked on him, and shouted sternly: "Kneel down!"

He was not just talking—his gravity domain suddenly surged, forcibly increasing the weight on these assassins to the limit.

Such gravity on ordinary people would instantly crush them under their own weight into meat paste, muscles, blood vessels, and bones bursting apart; even ordinary Panlong soldiers, their armor and weapons would instantly become unmendable iron lumps, and even their fine flesh would weigh more than a great mountain—when pressed to the ground, they would also bleed from mouth and nose.

Just now, the Panlong soldiers blocking Tongming Zhenjun were like that, so his saying "Kneel down" was no exaggeration.

Shawei and the others' knees trembled, their bones cracking, indeed they were almost forced to kneel, their hearts nearly leaping from their chests; at this moment, if there were any wound on their bodies, blood would spurt out. They did not prostrate themselves entirely because one, Zhong Shengguang had allocated them more abundant yuanli, making resistance to such restrictive divine arts highly effective; two, as elite troops and close aides of the Tiger-Wing General, their armor and weapons were magical artifacts, which for their owner have no weight—no matter how Tongming Zhenjun alters the force field, they need only resist their own gravity.

Even so, they were still nearly pressed flat by the gravity domain, and secretly shocked—indeed, the great heavenly demon's move is beyond what ordinary immortals and heavenly demons can match, able to perform thus even against Panlong's formidable yuanli.

Moreover, fighting in the great heavenly demon's gravity domain is truly difficult—these Beijia elites suddenly found combat several times harder. In just a few breaths, two members of He Lingchuan's squad were injured, blood gushing wildly.

Though Tongming Zhenjun's face appeared indifferent, his inner self was actually shaken. Though he is a descended avatar, divinity is divinity—the power of divinity should not be something mortals can withstand. In ancient times, he used this domain to slay many immortals; now, in a mortal war, he struggles to take a step, unable to press even these few assassins to the ground.

Even this assassin leader before him is vigorous and lively, extraordinarily agile, as if utterly unaffected by the gravity domain.

How is that possible?

Is there any great being who can move normally in a gravity domain? Of course there is, but they are few and far between—Tongming Zhenjun, no matter how he counts, could never think it is this person before him.

Is he an immortal from Ling Mountain, or a general of Panlong?

Usually, judging enemy identity and status by yuanli strength is a relatively safe method. Elites, generals, commanders—typically, one is higher than the next, which conforms to the law of yuanli effectiveness.

But this assassin leader's helmet covers his face completely, a layer of black light floating on his body surface. Tongming Zhenjun feels no trace of yuanli from him at all.

As for this black light, Tongming Zhenjun is utterly unfamiliar with it, yet instinctively rejects it—his spiritual sense tells him this thing is abnormally malicious, and contact with it will bring no good.

Tongming Zhenjun brandished a bronze halberd, ancient in color, with slight mottling on the shaft—one main halberd and two side halberds. He grips the main halberd to face the enemy, while the two side halberds fly like flying swords, capable of up-and-down aerial attacks.

Each halberd strike that hits the opponent brings a suffocating sensation, as if a great mountain were crashing down. And within the gravity domain, Tongming Zhenjun can still freely control the force.

He calls this set of magical artifacts the "Slay-Immortal Halberd," because some great immortals' weapons are called "God-Smiting Whip."

In just two breaths, he and the assassin leader before him have exchanged over ten moves—each attack of the Slay-Immortal Halberd is perfectly dodged by the opponent, and their weapons have only clashed twice.

The Slay-Immortal Halberd actually gained no advantage!

No matter how strong Tongming Zhenjun's force, when it strikes the opponent's long blade, it is like a mud cow entering the sea. According to his knowledge, no Beijia general can achieve this.

Where did this opponent come from?

Tongming Zhenjun focused his mind and gathered power, the Slay-Immortal Halberd rose and smashed again. He Lingchuan gradually discerned his attack pattern, deflected the blade, and the Floating Life Sword hummed, suddenly erupting with powerful recoil.

The prior restraint was precisely for this strike now.

Tongming Zhenjun was caught off guard—the Slay-Immortal Halberd was flung open, exposing his chest. But he also sensed danger—the two side halberds, following his will, flew from both sides to flank the enemy.

He Lingchuan did not dodge—he thrust his blade straight into the general's chest, so fast that even the Yingqing God beside him could not see clearly.

This fellow's sword technique is simply direct and straightforward, letting you see it clearly, yet you cannot dodge it.

The left side halberd struck—He Lingchuan raised his left arm to brace, and blocked it.

His right side also exposed an opening—the other side halberd then struck straight at his temple, but unexpectedly, the crouching beast on his battle armor suddenly leapt up and violently shoved it aside.

This crouching beast is also semi-virtual and semi-solid, not overly affected by the gravity domain.

Shawei, from behind, blocked the attacks of other Beijia elites, turned his head, and just happened to see this scene—his heart turned cold, for having seen the general swallow a horizontal slash from Tongming Zhenjun whole, yet the latter moved as if nothing happened, active and unimpeded.

Again like this?

How can he be immune to the general's strike?

If it is an illusion, with Panlong's powerful yuanli, the general should see through it at a glance.

A tragic cry came from behind—another Panlong elite, unable to withstand the gravity domain, collapsed weakly and was cut in half at the waist by the enemy!

If Tongming Zhenjun is not resolved soon, the entire squad will be in critical danger!

The skinny man urgently said: "That person's lamp flickered once!"

He did not know Tongming Zhenjun had brought a follower god, the battlefield's sound and light were also chaotic, but he caught in his peripheral vision that the small lamp hovering beside the Yingqing God had flickered once.