Chapter 2804: Time Slash

The Beijia army was inspired, and the central route immediately launched a new round of fierce attacks!

At this time, the vanguard of the army was already less than one hundred and twenty zhang from the wall of the Mingsha Forest stockade. According to the current situation, if they launched one or two more charges, perhaps the Beijia army could reach the base of the wall!

As long as they reached the base of the wall, the breach in the stockade wall was still very large, and its recovery speed was much slower than before. A strong monster could leap in with a powerful jump!

This once again confirmed that Panlong's elemental power was depleted, even the elemental power for repairing the stockade wall had been cut back!

Since it concerned Panlong's life and death, as long as Zhong Shengguang still had some elemental power left, he would certainly not hesitate to fill this big hole.

At this point, Bai Zhantian finally let down his guard, turned his head, and looked toward the northwest—

He Lingchuan was standing there.

In the nick of time, he dodged, and was not swallowed by the black hole.

Although his waist was still straight as a rod, Bai Zhantian was certain this fellow was also nearing the end of his strength; otherwise, he would not have allowed himself to attack the Mingsha Forest stockade wall—Bai Zhantian's previous several attacks had all been blocked head-on by the Tiger-Wing General.

This time he did not block, because he could not block.

Bai Zhantian looked at He Lingchuan and gave a cold snort. He pressed down with his arm, and the handle of the Blood Blade Flying Axe suddenly lengthened, transforming from a short-held hand axe into a long-handled battle axe. Then he spread his hands apart, and actually split the axe head into two, holding one in each hand.

Compared to before, the axe head was not much different, only the axe shaft had become thinner, changing from its former heaviness to the current sharpness.

He grasped these two axe heads and made an axe-flourish, lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and with a swish, covered twenty zhang in an instant. Another clash of metal rang out, and the two resumed combat, still so fast that onlookers could only see a blur.

He Lingchuan's movements were still agile, but Bai Zhantian noticed that his responsive strength had clearly weakened, even less than half of what it used to be. He blocked several consecutive straight axe chops, and He Lingchuan no longer met them head-on, but chose to dodge by shifting his body.

In this way, he had it figured out.

Bai Zhantian gave a cold smile, retreated several zhang while raising his battle axe with both hands, slightly crossed them, and then struck out a circular arc to both sides.

This action seemed ordinary, but Bai Zhantian appeared to be exerting himself greatly, as if before him was a completely solidified slab of cement that he had to scrape apart. Not only did his eyeballs bulge out and blue veins burst on his forehead, even his Hukou was pressed until it turned white.

The divine descent body he was attached to—that is, the body of Cangxi Zhenjun—had its exposed skin on the neck, back of hands, hair part, etc., simultaneously crack and bleed.

With the first axe, he split open the Mingsha Forest stockade wall.

This second axe required Bai Zhantian to expend even more effort than the first.

The axe blazed with light, myriad golden rays, and the watching soldiers on both sides instinctively turned their heads away, not daring to look directly. Meanwhile, He Lingchuan, standing opposite him, saw that this axe head seemed to have just been taken from a high-temperature furnace, its entire body emitting a scorching orange-white brilliance.

That light was too intense, so much so that no one could clearly see the axe head's original form.

But these two axes did not directly strike He Lingchuan; instead, they used the arc to completely isolate the seven-zhang space around him from the outside world. From a distance, He Lingchuan's entire person appeared to be enveloped within this orange light sphere.

This is the second form of Bai Zhantian's three axe strikes, the Time Prison.

Also known as "Time Amber."

Before he had condensed his own divinity, Bai Zhantian once wandered the heavenly realms, seeking a breakthrough in cultivation.

At that time, he encountered another heavenly deity, also on the verge of condensing divinity, and moreover, it was an extremely rare time divinity.

In the heavenly realms, occasionally different deities would condense similar divinities. This is because different heavenly deities might have different insights and understandings of a certain type of law.

For example, the heavenly realms now have at least three deities possessing life divinity, the most powerful and indisputable being Lingxu Shengzun, who inherited the divinity of the Ancient Life God. But besides him, there are two other deities who also condensed life divinity, merely their manifestations and effects are not quite the same as the Saint Venerable's.

Likewise, there are several heavenly deities who possess time divinity. Bai Zhantian and that heavenly deity had nothing to say to each other, and soon erupted into a fierce battle. Naturally, the result was Bai Zhantian's victory, and the opponent's divinity became his spoil of war.

So-called divinity is both the heavenly deity's understanding and mastery of rules, and also contains a portion of their own divine power.

After Bai Zhantian obtained this divinity, he pondered it for many years, finally achieving complete integration with his own laws.

This second axe strike is precisely his excellent example of combining his own power with time divinity, its core being only one point:

As long as the power is sufficient, nothing cannot be severed, including time!

As the saying goes, "Draw a blade to cut water, and the water flows even more." Actually, if this process were observed in slow motion, it would not be difficult to notice that at the instant the blade passes, the water flow is indeed completely severed by the blade's edge, totally and utterly!

That frozen instant is the power of time.

At that instant, time paused, and the flowing water also congealed.

This is the effect produced when power and time are combined, acting upon the target.

Applied to today's battlefield, this principle still holds.

If we also liken time to flowing water, then the time flow in which He Lingchuan exists is the same as that of everyone else present. But Bai Zhantian's this Time Strike, by utilizing the power of time divinity, isolates He Lingchuan as an individual from the long river of time, just like drawing a blade to cut water.

Except that Bai Zhantian this time severed the time flow, not the water flow.

Then, in this instant, this small segment of time, with its head and tail cut off and isolated, forms the Time Prison.

The state of the prey trapped within the Time Prison is nearly stagnant, existing with a tiny time difference relative to the operation of external things.

For ordinary people, even for ordinary cultivators, this time difference is merely as short as a blink of an eye, not even enough time to sneeze.

This is what is called "a white horse passing through a gap."

But for Bai Zhantian at this level of great heavenly demon, it is enough to strike ten times.

The opponent trapped within the Time Prison, even if they understand it in their heart, their body cannot move, basically maintaining a stationary state.

This is why Bai Zhantian calls it "Time Amber"—for the small insect wrapped in amber, is it not also in such a state? Captured helplessly, with no recourse, silently awaiting judgment.

What thing in this world could be more intoxicating than mastering the life of a powerful being?

Therefore, after Bai Zhantian unleashed the Time Strike, he immediately followed up with a flurry of waving his robe, wanting to finely chop the He Lingchuan within the amber into minced meat.

Although this series of operations had its causes and effects, its before and after, to the vast majority of onlookers, it was actually one continuous action.

In their view, Bai Zhantian first drew an arc, encircling the Tiger-Wing General, then immediately grabbed the axe head and unleashed a barrage of output, with no pause in between.