Chapter 2797: Clashing Passions

What a joke, this level of battle—where could they possibly interfere?

A figure sprang from the depths of the trench and landed directly in front of He Lingchuan.

This was naturally Bai Zhantian.

He brushed the dust from his body, his tone not particularly angry: "State your name, I, Bai Zhantian, do not strike down the nameless."

Bai Zhantian clearly knew he had not gone all out, and neither had his opponent.

In the initial exchange, they were merely probing each other.

In the enemy camp, finally someone capable of fighting emerged. Black mist swirled around He Lingchuan, concealing his true cultivation. Even Bai Zhantian could not discern the nature of his spiritual power.

Thus, it was difficult to gauge his true strength.

"You know it in your heart—why ask again?" He Lingchuan glanced toward Zhao Jinghe. Zhao Jinghe's personal guards and other immortals had already rushed forward, doing their utmost to block the tide-like enemy surge.

Zhao Jinghe's condition was poor—his left forearm was gone.

What "gone" meant was not severed or broken, but from elbow to fingertip, from bone to muscle, tendon, blood vessel, and skin—completely melted and dissolved.

This method was actually familiar to He Lingchuan—it was one of Bai Zhantian's signature techniques—

Annihilation.

After he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace and tried to flee Mount Xushan, the Lingxu Holy Venerable sent Bai Zhantian down as a divine avatar to pursue him and Zhu Xiuer. Although the Heavenly Palace was caught off guard then, with only a girl's corpse available for Bai Zhantian to descend into, his power could not exceed one-tenth. Even so, during the pursuit, Bai Zhantian still wounded Zhu Xiuer's immortal body, commonly using this very move, Annihilation.

Any living being directly struck by this technique would have their body dissolved into nothingness, and the Annihilation power would cling to the wound, eroding more flesh. Even immortals would need great effort to completely expel this Annihilation power from their bodies. Back then, when Zhu Xiuer fled with He Lingchuan, she spent several days and even used her sister's immortal power within her body to barely cleanse Bai Zhantian's Annihilation power.

Fortunately, times have changed—now someone like Zhao Jinghe, a Panlong General, can expel the Annihilation power from his body without the same effort as Zhu Xiuer.

Everyone could see that his purplish-red spiritual power flowed like water to the wound's surface, then came a few hissing sounds, and threads of red smoke rose from the wound, quickly dissipating in the air. The further erosion on Zhao Jinghe's wound then ceased simultaneously.

He secretly let out a breath of relief.

Bai Zhantian glanced over, somewhat surprised. Know that his Annihilation power is so troublesome that even other demons find it difficult to deal with. This Panlong General focuses on martial arts, appearing not deeply versed in immortal arts and divine abilities, yet relying solely on spiritual power, he can cleanse his Annihilation power.

Even the divine techniques of the Great Heavenly God can be neutralized—how can Panlong's spiritual power be so strong as to reach this unreasonable extent?

Bai Zhantian did not like this.

Yet this is precisely the confidence of the mighty human race in resisting immortals and demons, and also a concrete manifestation of "one method against ten thousand methods" on another level.

Still, Zhao Jinghe's face was deathly pale from pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his personal soldiers were busy helping him stop the bleeding.

As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth grows denser day by day, medical and technical means on the battlefield are also developing rapidly. Formerly common gauze bandages have already been replaced by more advanced "spiritual dressings."

This is like a broad palm leaf, filled inside with hemostatic spiritual medicine, and outside embedded with talismans and miniature formations—just apply it to the wound, and it automatically cleanses, stops bleeding, relieves pain, and isolates air. Thus, it saves soldiers on the battlefield a great deal of bandaging time and can rescue massive blood loss in a short time.

Zhao Jinghe himself swallowed two pills, glanced toward He Lingchuan, then turned and shouted loudly to the Panlong army: "Continue fighting! Drive them back! Beat them back for me!"

Since the Tiger Wing General personally took the field, Zhao Jinghe knew his duty was greatly reduced—he only needed to focus on commanding the army in battle.

On this battlefield, everyone must fulfill their respective duties.

He and He Lingchuan exchanged a glance, and their respective divisions and responsibilities became clear.

For many years, there has been some unpleasantness between them.

Zhao Jinghe's son was executed by He Lingchuan. Although He Lingchuan was carrying out Zhong Shengguang's order, he ultimately bore the blood of Zhao Jinghe's son—no father could easily pass this test.

But in the face of such a great righteousness as defending Panlongcheng, Zhao Jinghe still chose to trust and support him.

At this moment, He Lingchuan had already engaged Bai Zhantian in combat—both are men of few words, drawing blades or axes without a word and attacking.

Zhao Jinghe watched from the side, only feeling that these two's fighting styles were actually very similar—swift, steady, precise, ruthless, clean and decisive.

However, the soldiers of both armies nearby actually found it very hard to capture their combat trajectories.

The reason is simple:

They are too fast and too fierce.

Their movements are so swift that the naked eye can hardly distinguish them, and even their techniques are very similar—both can flicker in midair. Onlookers fundamentally cannot see how they move, only able to locate them by the splashing sparks from weapon collisions. And each time they fight, the distance they cover is enormous—last time's sparks scattered near Zhao Jinghe, the next collision might already be at the Yellow Stone landmark, truly like entering an uninhabited realm, unstoppable by anyone.

Not to mention the Between Between Between Beijia soldiers, even the watching demons were greatly surprised. This is battle at the level of the Great Heavenly God, and Bai Zhantian is still one of the Great Heavenly Gods who most advocates absolute power.

His attack—even if all the immortals of Panlong went up together, they might not be able to withstand it. That is why the Lingxu Holy Venerable sent him as the final great killer onto the battlefield.

But this opponent who descended from midair can fight him to a draw—this in itself is unreasonable.

"It's Tiger Wing. Actually, the Tiger Wing General of Panlongcheng!" The demons also realized: "Besides the Red General, Panlong still has such strength!"

Formerly Mitian, now the Red General—already enough to give the gods a headache. Such a big shot, and Panlong actually has a second one?

Since there is one and two, could there be three?

If Panlong still has a third true immortal-level master, even the most optimistic demons would silently lower their estimate of today's battle's victory chances.

Looking at this scene from the rear of the Between Between Between Beijia army, Huaiyuan's face darkened as if about to drip water.

On the Mingsha Forest battlefield, if Panlong has a master who can resist—no, not resist, just hold back Bai Zhantian—then the duration of tonight's great decisive battle would likely be greatly prolonged.

He is a commander of a million troops, and he knows one principle best:

Delay brings change.

"Now it's troublesome."

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