Chapter 2879: Returning to the Battlefield

After all, he had previously used the soul cocoon of the Illusory Music Goddess to mend it.

However, just as He Lingchuan was about to stand, his body suddenly swayed twice, his steps unsteady, and he nearly failed to stay on his feet!

The dignified Tiger Wing General, an existence who had slain Great Heavenly Demons in both the Panlong World and reality, now actually couldn't even stand steadily?

He Lingchuan's current feeling was like an ordinary person trekking through a desert for seven days and seven nights, lacking food and water under the scorching sun; that exhaustion and fatigue seeped from his very bones, utterly impossible to ignore.

Not only were his limbs heavy as if filled with lead, he even felt his body was about to fall apart; lifting a single hand was exhausting to the extreme.

He sighed inwardly: "The damage to my real body, it really was brought in with me."

According to the laws of the Great Square Pot, injuries he suffered in the Panlong World would manifest as soul injuries in reality, while injuries suffered in reality would manifest as physical decline in the Panlong World — this is called being mutually exterior and interior.

He had fought a great battle with Jialou Tian, and in reality was already heavily wounded and near death; consequently, upon entering the Panlong World, his stamina was already in a state of severe overdraft, not far from kicking the bucket.

He Lingchuan still had some good medicine on hand. Anything that could replenish vital energy and restore fatigue, he grabbed and stuffed into his mouth without the slightest hesitation. Conflicting medicinal properties, fierce tiger-and-wolf medicines — he ignored them all, seeking only rapid effect in a short time.

But truth be told, the effect was extremely weak. His states in reality and the Panlong World are strongly correlated; if the heavily wounded state in reality isn't resolved, his manifestation in the Panlong World won't be good either.

Even standing was somewhat difficult, let alone battling a Great Heavenly Demon.

This near-exhausted state would inevitably be unable to support subsequent long-distance forced marches and high-intensity combat.

What to do?

He Lingchuan had a plan before entering the Panlong World, and had made up his mind; at this moment he bit his index finger and drew a symbol on his own forehead.

As the final stroke was completed, red light flashed once, and the symbol slowly seeped into his Yintang point; from the outside, no abnormality could be seen.

This divine ability is called "Borrowing Strength"; its core function is to forcibly convert soul power into physical strength.

Its inventor was not an immortal, but a Heavenly Demon.

Over the past three thousand years, Heavenly Demons have all temporarily returned to the mortal world via divine descent — in the words of immortals, "soul descent." The vessels they use are usually quite frail, incomparable to their true bodies; naturally, their physical shell strength and magic power cultivation are not that profound either.

If Heavenly Demons want to display their might in the mortal world, they can only use their own soul power as fuel to drive the vessel.

He Lingchuan had dealt with Heavenly Demons for so many years; he had long since learned this divine art, but had never used it. Because physical strength is easy to recover, while soul power is hard to nurture.

But using it now was extremely fitting.

As for the consequences, He Lingchuan knew them too: in the end, both body and soul would wither.

The fiercer he fought, the greater the consumption of soul power and physical strength, and it was a double iterative accumulation; he would soon burn out completely.

But what other way was there? Right now there was no better solution.

This divine art is a poison to quench thirst; he had no choice but to drink it.

Sure enough, after he used soul power to supplement his physical strength, he could perceive power flowing back into his body, and his frame no longer felt heavier than a thousand catties.

The intense discomfort still existed, but at least its impact on movement was reduced in the short term.

This was enough.

He Lingchuan determined the direction once more, then took out a paper kite from his bosom, murmured a couple of sentences softly, and tossed it into the air.

The paper kite turned into a large crane, its wingspan over two zhang wide.

He Lingchuan didn't wait for it to land; he leaped onto the crane's back.

This is a travel magic tool made by Xu Shichu; it can carry two to three people in flight for two hours — the lighter the load, the faster it flies, but it consumes energy —

Heaven and earth were still dripping Di Liujiang sparsely; this bit of consumption didn't count for anything.

Tonight's massive Di Liujiang eruption had briefly raised the concentration of heaven-and-earth spiritual energy to ancient times; immortals and demons could both unleash heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating great divine abilities; piloting a flying magic tool into the sky was even less of a matter.

Under He Lingchuan's control, the paper crane let out a clear cry and flew toward the Mingsha Forest.

At this moment, He Lingchuan was burning with anxiety.

The last time he left the Panlong World, he was kicked out of the Mingsha Forest battlefield by the Great Square Pot; as the commander-in-chief, he hadn't had time to make any follow-up arrangements.

At that time, riding on the lingering awe of slaying the Hundred War Heaven, he had barely managed to get the Panlong army to launch a great counteroffensive.

He Lingchuan had already encountered successive great battles in reality, killing three Great Immortals and Demons front and back; he also didn't know what stage the war in the Panlong World had progressed to?

But he felt something was wrong as soon as he entered. Because when he left it was roughly the initial Chou hour, yet now it was nearly dawn.

Battlefield conditions change in an instant, let alone after nearly two hours had passed. The enemy's Great Heavenly Demons had already taken the field, while the Panlong defenders had lost all their great powers; he also didn't know how Zhong Shengguang would respond.

That kind of situation — the wars both inside and outside the Great Square Pot were equally difficult.

Just then, a familiar shadow streaked across the night sky above.

Before He Lingchuan could raise his hand to hail it, the other party spotted him first, executing a kite-turn and descending.

It turned out to be the Red Falcon.

"Finally found you!" the Red Falcon chirped loudly, "We've searched so bitterly for you; earlier, whether it was the Baochong worms or any magic techniques, none could contact you!"

Led by the Tiger Wing General, most of Panlongcheng's big shots were teleported away by the "Big Dipper Transposition" grand array set up on the battlefield by Bili Tian. Because the teleportation was too sudden and the distance too far, the Panlong high command lost contact with them for a time.

Bili Tian's long-range magic array can supposedly teleport people three hundred li away. But everyone has legs and can run; after being teleported, they would naturally rush back to Mingsha Forest as fast as possible.

Therefore, not long after, great powers one after another re-established contact with Panlongcheng through various means.

But the Tiger Wing General, whom everyone was most concerned about, remained without a trace. Xu Shichu was very worried: "Did Bili Tian specifically teleport the Tiger Wing General into a deadly trap, to remove this thorn in the eye for the Lingxu Saint Venerable and the Bega Army?"

After all, the Tiger Wing General is the anchor of this great war; with him present, Panlong's army morale remains, and so does its combat strength.

Panlongcheng's bird yaoguai were also mobilized, searching everywhere for the lost great powers. The Red Falcon originally didn't hold much hope; it had already passed through this area three or four times, not seeing half a human figure.

Seeing He Lingchuan now, it was truly overjoyed beyond expectation.

"I was teleported alone to Huatai Town, couldn't return for a while, and was also outside the Baochong worm's communication range." He Lingchuan casually fabricated a lie; anyway, no one would investigate deeply.

Huatai Town is a full four hundred li from Mingsha Forest, indeed far exceeding the communication range of Baochong worms and ordinary magic techniques.

However, there are always some ultra-long-distance secret arts that can be used; but at this critical juncture, the Red Falcon didn't bother to quibble, only telling him: "Don't go to Mingsha Forest anymore; Mingsha Forest has already been captured."

(End of Chapter)