Chapter 2812

The blue-light-formed figure rushed into the dark heavens and was immediately met with the fervent welcome of karma.

Wave after wave of vengeful spirits surged forward to grapple, but He seized their dharma implements and waved them away.

He frowned. These karmic manifestations were somewhat troublesome, but they could not possibly entangle a Great Heavenly God. Why was Bai Zhantian lingering here, refusing to return to reality? He was the paradigm of growing stronger against stronger foes, braver with every battle.

Moreover, this dark heaven did not cover a large area—where exactly was Bai Zhantian?

He took a few more steps forward, and the resistance ahead rose exponentially. Though the black smoke looked light and airy, it was in fact a tough barrier, like layer upon layer of spider silk—initially easy to pierce, but the more layers stacked, the sturdier it became.

No wonder the immortals and demons who entered earlier became trapped; karma was like poisonous smoke to them—just a touch caused dizziness and cranial pressure, and being further entangled left them unaware of where the exit lay.

By the way, where was the Tiger-Wing General?

He was about to step forward when a sudden blazing light erupted before his eyes.

A blinding red-orange light, intense enough to flash-blind.

In this pitch-black heaven, only the fleshly vessel of Cangxi Zhenjun could emit such light!

The blue figure immediately surged toward it.

What lay before his eyes was beyond belief.

He saw rolling black torrents, saw coiling giant serpents, and—

The Tiger-Wing General chopped down Bai Zhantian's head with a single blade!

That blade aura resembled an inverted Milky Way; when the blue figure saw it, Bai Zhantian was already severed head from body.

A speck of orange light welled forth from Cangxi Zhenjun's severed head and drifted outward.

The blue figure shifted position, rushing to rescue, but the rolling smoke sea surged forward like a heavenly deluge, blocking his path.

Clearing these things would surely take time, wouldn't it?

Seizing the opening, the Tiger-Wing General raised his blade and struck down that speck of orange light, as if swatting a firefly.

The Great Heavenly God Bai Zhantian thus fell!

Upon seeing this, the blue figure's blood rushed to his head.

Bai Zhantian was actually killed—slain by a mortal general?

Even seeing it with his own eyes, He could not believe it.

Among the Great Heavenly Gods of Lingxu Zhong, Bai Zhantian was one of explosive combat power, having received personal certification from the Lingxu Shengzun. Even Jia Lou Tian admitted that, without considering divine empowerment, if judging pure combat strength alone, he himself might not be able to defeat Bai Zhantian.

Over the years, Bai Zhantian had toiled for Lingxu Zhong, his subordinates having slain countless heavenly gods—who would have thought he would die today at the blade of a mortal? How could the gods possibly accept this?

As Bai Zhantian fell, the dark heaven dissipated in place.

Maintaining this scene consumed too much energy; He Lingchuan had already achieved his goal, so he hastily withdrew.

Within just a few breaths, whether the torrents or the giant serpents, all vanished without trace, as if the heavenly demons had merely stumbled into a nightmare—upon waking, everything returned to reality.

That reality where both armies clashed brutally, slaughtering bloodily.

Sand, blood qi, and cries assailed them; though he had only been away a short while, He Lingchuan had grown more accustomed to such an environment.

But from now on, this battlefield had no Bai Zhantian.

As the dark heaven just vanished, He Lingchuan raised Bai Zhantian's head high, his voice shaking the wilds: "The head of the Great Heavenly Demon Bai Zhantian is here! Who dares to come again and offer death?"

He could not afford to waste a single moment.

These words rang like thunder, startling both warring sides into an unspoken ceasefire.

The Beijia army could not believe it; the Panlong army likewise dared not believe their own ears.

They had clearly seen Bai Zhantian wreak havoc, even single-handedly toppling half the city wall of Mingsha Forest;

They had clearly seen Bai Zhantian press the Tiger-Wing General, while the Panlong side struggled to find any other powerhouse capable of matching him.

Panlong's defense hung by a thread—how could the situation reverse in an instant, with the Tiger-Wing General instead beheading the enemy? What had happened in that pitch-black mass just moments before?

But the Panlong army immediately erupted in earth-shaking cheers.

Regardless of how they won, the Tiger-Wing General had won, and the heavenly demon's head was severed—this could not be feigned! This great victory was like a potent shot of adrenaline, instantly igniting the Panlong soldiers' morale!

Opposite, the Beijia great army fell silent, faces blank with bewilderment.

Many paid no heed to the ongoing battle, dropped their weapons, knelt, and burst into loud weeping.

How could a Great Heavenly God possibly fall? They refused to accept it, could not possibly accept it.

On today's Mingsha Forest battlefield, the immortals and demons who had once loomed high above, rarely seen in the mortal realm, had fallen one after another. The Beijia soldiers initially had no idea how to respond, but after repeated shocks, they grew somewhat numb. Only one last psychological line remained:

The Great Heavenly Gods.

Every Beijia person, from childhood, had been instilled with the belief that the Great Heavenly Gods were the truly omnipotent, sovereign beings who protected Beijia and served as the spiritual pillar for countless souls. Thus, a Great Heavenly God could not, and should not, be easily ended by a mortal!

Their long-held, unbreakable belief shattered on this battlefield with Bai Zhantian's fall.

Without needing the Tiger-Wing General's order, the Panlong soldiers shouted and launched a fierce assault, aiming to push the battle line back past Huangshi.

The Beijia immortals and demons previously trapped by the dark heaven also returned to the battlefield, each face ashen. In the earlier duel between the two great powers, they had been utterly useless, failing to live up to the gods' expectations. A few, upon catching a glimpse of the blue figure, were startled and hastily bowed, saying:

"Heavenly Sovereign."

Amid the surrounding clamor, He Lingchuan's gaze met that of the newcomer. Like starving wolves crossing a narrow path, both sides assessed each other cautiously before attacking.

"Heavenly Sovereign?" Wen Daolun of Chen'en Ya, listening via the Water Moon Mirror, also heard the heavenly demons' address and was astonished.

Was this also a Great Heavenly God?

Zhong Shengguang hurried over from behind, his voice deep: "In this battle, Lingxu Zhong had already deployed two true immortal vessels. Besides Bai Zhantian, there must necessarily be another Great Heavenly God fully descended. We should be grateful that, before his arrival, Hu Yi had already slain Bai Zhantian."

Hu Yi's slaying of Bai Zhantian—whether in process or result—was too absurd; the heavenly demons were caught off guard, causing the Beijia camp's rear Great Heavenly God to misjudge the battle situation and fail to arrive in time for reinforcement.

From this perspective, Panlong had truly stumbled upon immense fortune.

But… Zhong Shengguang felt a stir in his heart—was this situation the result of Hu Yi's design?

Had he deliberately released the dark heaven to conceal his entire process of slaying Bai Zhantian, thereby inducing a major strategic misjudgment among the heavenly demons?

Otherwise, if the two Great Heavenly Gods had joined forces, where could He Lingchuan possibly find even a sliver of chance to win?

Yet for Panlong, the current situation remains extremely unfavorable. Though the Panlong soldiers were greatly heartened and launched a counterattack, at least two looming crises have already silently approached.