Chapter 2865: Person in City, City Stands!

This means the time Panlongcheng Wall can withstand the Great Heavenly Demon is rapidly shortening.

He Yue asked the little stone man: "Did Big Brother say how long the Secret Realm can still hold?"

"Given the current attack intensity of Jia Lou Tian, plus the Sequence Order Divine Form wildly consuming the Secret Realm's energy," the little stone man replied honestly and brutally, "At most sixty-five breaths—no, sixty breaths!"

It's not just sixty breaths left, but "at most" sixty breaths! Jia Lou Tian's cultivation is unfathomable, so even Earth Mother cannot confirm how great His city-breaking power is, let alone accurately estimate the time.

All three felt their throats dry and parched.

The little stone man added: "My avatar is about to collapse again."

Earth Mother's power limit has been probed by Jia Lou Tian; the latter's killing of its avatars is becoming more skilled and faster.

Conversely, Earth Mother's remaining energy is dwindling, and the avatars' defensive power is rapidly weakening.

He Yue unconsciously licked his lips: "How much longer does my brother need?"

The little stone man answered swiftly: "Far more than sixty breaths."

Based on the situation at that end, Earth Mother judged that before the Panlong Secret Realm collapses, Jiǔ Yōu likely cannot easily capture Tong Ming Zhenjun.

That Great Heavenly Demon is no pushover.

"The battle there is extremely difficult; even if Jiǔ Yōu kills Tong Ming Zhenjun, it needs to recover its vital energy before fighting again."

Its words were objective—Jiǔ Yōu has already faced enough strong opponents today; even their golden-forged frames cannot withstand it. Whether it's the Sea Emperor Xuandu, Bai Zhan Tian, or Tong Ming Zhenjun, placed in the outside world, they are peerless powers capable of making the world tremble with a single stomp! Even if Jiǔ Yōu's Emperor defeats Tong Ming Zhenjun and rushes over without pause, facing the second-ranked Great Heavenly Demon Jia Lou Tian, how much confidence could it have?

How long has Jia Lou Tian been nurturing its essence and energy here, with the Sequence Order Divine Form already brimming with power, lying in wait to strike; whereas the Emperor has endured wave after wave of battles, covered in wounds and illness.

How can this battle be fought? Ling Jinbao calculated and recalculated, finding no chance of victory.

Yang Sheng gripped his sword hilt tightly, his tiger's mouth turning white: "As a Cangyan person, to merely watch the Emperor shed hot blood for the world—what use is this body of mine!"

He turned and strode out, declaring resolutely: "When the next wave of Earth Mother and Black Dragon Stone Carvings appears, I will lead the army out of the city to charge and kill, buying the Emperor a little more time."

Even if it's ten lives for one breath, he and his few hundred men could exchange for dozens of breaths—worth it!

He Yue strode forward: "I go with you!"

Only by personally taking the field will the several thousand soldiers of Shen Guo dare to march out and fight to the death.

"Impossible..."

"How long can your few hundred men hold?" He Yue interrupted bluntly, "If the Secret Realm shatters, I too will die, and I'll drag down my brother and Tong Ming Zhenjun's battle. This life of mine was saved by you; now I will use it to guard the Panlong Secret Realm—this counts as us two brothers uniting in effort, jointly resisting the Heavenly Demon!"

For so many years, it has been my elder brother looking after me, looking after Shen Guo; even now, it is my elder brother protecting me through the Panlong Secret Realm.

As his younger brother, I finally have a chance—not to be a burden.

"Listen to me!" Yang Sheng grabbed his arm, "There are still one hundred thousand Shen Guo troops rushing here. If you die, who will command them to attack the Heavenly Demon?"

How would Shen Guo's great army obey Cangyan's orders?

He Yue shook his head: "Too late."

"If we can wait for the Emperor to arrive, the Panlong Secret Realm will have hope, and your hundred thousand troops can be put to use!" Yang Sheng declared firmly, "That is the greatest chip for victory—how could we lightly abandon it!"

"I already informed my father king: if I die, the hundred thousand troops will be placed under my elder brother's command!" He Yue's voice was light yet firm, "I will leave a deputy to ensure the military authority transfers smoothly. This is no problem!"

Yang Sheng could not stop him, only sighing: "Let's go."

"This body of mine—what use is it? Hehe, well said." Ling Jinbao pulled out his wine gourd, tilted his head, and drained the last sip of fine wine, "Life and death are fated; success depends on heaven."

All three jumped down the city wall, heading toward the front lines.

He Lingchuan went to deal with Bai Zhan Tian and Tong Ming Zhenjun, taking only Earth Mother and Ming Ke Xianren, placing Ling Jinbao and He Yue together. Since his ascension is recent, his cultivation cannot yet compare to Ming Ke Xianren and others; in the clash between Great Heavenly Demon and true immortal level, he struggles to play a role.

But now Ling Jinbao also cannot attend to it.

The Panlong Secret Realm is perilously close to collapse; their sole goal is to buy the Emperor a little more time.

It also has nothing to say, for this battle is unavoidable.

The allied two thousand had long been waiting behind the city gate, armored and armed. The two chief commanders retained two hundred personnel on the city wall to operate heavy siege engines unchanged, while the rest went onto the battlefield.

He Yue and Yang Sheng walked to the front of the army and shouted loudly:

"The Heavenly Demon intends to slaughter the city; if the city falls, the people perish! We must fight to the bitter end to have a sliver of hope!"

The tremendous commotion outside the gate was heard by all officers and soldiers; hope had long vanished, and upon hearing the words, they roared in response:

"Person exists, city exists!"

"City falls, people perish!"

If this city gate is breached, not a single living soul will remain on the Earth Mother Plain!

The clamor of battle outside the gate paused briefly, but no one relaxed; though their view was blocked by the gate, they knew it was Jia Lou Tian smashing another Earth Mother avatar, ending this round of combat.

Sure enough, immediately followed by a booming, even more violent pounding on the gate—each heavy strike of Jia Lou Tian felt like a blow to the human nervous system, making everyone's hearts thump violently.

Soon it will be our turn to face this fierce deity—soon!

The little stone man's voice, though simple, carried a hint of gloom: "My avatar will arrive in ten breaths."

The allied soldiers breathed rapidly, faces pale, but none retreated.

Previously, it was the Emperor and the Panlong Secret Realm doing everything to protect them; now, it is our turn to guard the Secret Realm, to guard the Secret Realm……and all it represents!

This truly is the shortest yet longest ten breaths in everyone's life.

The army's cultivators one after another bestowed divine abilities upon themselves and teammates, each gripping their weapons tightly.

He Yue suddenly turned to the little stone man: "If I fall in battle, please, elder brother, tell Father King: I died without regret, what more could I seek?"

He did not know whether his elder brother would hear the words he spoke in the Secret Realm; better safe than sorry, I might as well say it to Earth Mother.

The little stone man nodded in agreement:

"Good."

At this moment, a new batch of large stone balls rolled from the corner towers atop the wall—Earth Mother's avatar is in position!

He Yue and Yang Sheng drew their weapons, leading the charge toward the city gate:

"Charge! For Cangyan/Great Shen!"

"For humanity!"

The soldiers followed closely behind, the light of their elemental power flaring brightly.

The gates of Panlongcheng swung open at the sound, letting them charge out.

The black dragon stone carvings emerging from the city walls each detached and, leading the stone avatars and the demon-devouring vine army, lunged first at the demons, forming humanity's final line of defense.