Chapter 2895: Gao Huaiyuan Must Die!

While Pili Tian's Great Severing Technique appeared to have boundless power, in reality it only sheared off part of the mountain above ground. But it seemed that Gao Huaiyuan and the others had already been transferred to the flesh-and-blood fortress underground.

Pili Tian's heart also sank to the bottom of the valley.

This brief window of rescue time was most precious; seven or eight breaths had already passed since the incident. Judging by the enemy's unexpected and decisive actions, Gao Huaiyuan's chances of survival were already slim.

……

Just as Ju Lushen shouted loudly, Gao Huaiyuan felt a flash of black light before his eyes, as if something were rapidly expanding.

Knowing it was bad, he immediately grabbed the life-saving talisman Pili Tian had given him—the Flying Subtle Talisman—and tore it apart.

This talisman could instantly transport him five li away, making it impossible for the enemy to pursue him simultaneously. The fluorescence Pili Tian had just given him was this very talisman.

But then something strange happened.

The talisman had already been torn by him, and fluorescence flashed twice in succession, yet Gao Huaiyuan found himself still in the same place, still in the dark, gloomy spot, and not transported several li away.

His heart gave a sudden jolt:

Had even the treasure of the Great Heaven God failed? How did the opponent manage this?

He instinctively summoned a small amount of true fire to illuminate the surroundings, then discovered he was actually standing in a passage, the cave walls a strange ochre-red.

He reached out and touched the stone wall—it was warm, and even slightly elastic.

Another piece of bad news: Ju Lushen was not beside him. Following Gao Huaiyuan were only seven or eight guards.

He shouted hoarsely: "Where are the others?"

The guards looked at each other and shook their heads. They too were clueless, unable to figure out what had happened, and had been locked in this sunless underground cavity along with the commander.

Suddenly, a shadow flickered ahead. Gao Huaiyuan focused his gaze, and a chill shot straight to his crown.

What appeared before him was none other than the person he least wanted to see—

The Tiger Wing General!

He had never faced the Tiger Wing General in direct combat, but the two had exchanged countless distant glares.

Gao Huaiyuan also had He Lingchuan's portrait in hand, so at first glance he recognized the person before him as the Tiger Wing General whom Pili Tian had teleported hundreds of li away in one breath.

He had returned—he actually managed to rush back in such a short time.

Gao Huaiyuan broke out in cold sweat, for behind him in the passage, several figures kept emerging—these were the Tiger Wing General's capable subordinates, blocking them front and rear in this stone chamber.

Knowing he could not match He Lingchuan in frontal combat, Gao Huaiyuan shouted loudly: "Wait, I can call off the Panlong War."

The Tiger Wing General's sole reason for risking everything to sneak behind enemy lines and confront him was to break the siege on the front lines.

Now he was imprisoned in this sunless dark chamber, while the Heaven Demon's whereabouts were unknown, and Gao Huaiyuan's only thought was self-preservation.

As He Lingchuan strode forward, his hands gripped his weapons: the Floating Life Blade in his left hand, the Blood-Edge Flying Axe in his right, both flashing with bloodlight:

"Too late."

He left Gao Huaiyuan with only these two words.

He went to such great trouble for only one purpose: to isolate Gao Huaiyuan from the protection of his own camp, creating an opportunity for He Lingchuan to strike.

In the enclosed space, Gao Huaiyuan could not escape; and for a time, even such a great Heaven Demon as Pili Tian could not locate Gao Huaiyuan.

This opportunity lasted only a few breaths, fleeting as a white horse passing through a gap. He must seize it well.

Gao Huaiyuan must die!

Only the death of this wretch could end this unjust war.

The Heaven God's dog—his death is no great loss.

"Kill!"

This was the only order he gave his subordinates—a single, terse, ruthless word.

……

Pili Tian raced frenziedly through the flesh-and-blood fortress, anxiety, rage, and divine power pouring forth together.

He would not honestly walk some maze; wherever he passed, he cleared the way with divine power. With his ability, he instantly stirred the entire underground portion of the flesh-and-blood fortress into chaos, with huge split rocks scattered everywhere.

Under the blows of the Great Void-Splitting Slash, the flesh-and-blood fortress could no longer remain sealed, and daylight from above shone into the dark underground cavern.

Without Pili Tian needing to search hard, several figures emerged from the darkness.

Leading them was a figure in black battle armor, gripping the battle axe of Bai Zhan Tian in his hand.

Pili Tian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Tiger Wing General—he had indeed returned.

He Lingchuan's other hand reached out from behind, actually holding a bloody severed head, which he flung directly at Pili Tian's feet:

"Returned to you."

Pili Tian's heart tightened; he had originally thought it was Gao Huaiyuan whom he had beheaded, but lowering his gaze, he saw instead the corpse of his attendant deity, Ju Lushen.

After his own clone was hewn down by the Blood-Edge Flying Axe, he had placed Ju Lushen beside Gao Huaiyuan to stand guard in his stead.

Ju Lushen possessed profound cultivation and rich combat experience, and had even condensed his own divine form. In Pili Tian's view, even if a powerful enemy attacked, Ju Lushen might not win in battle, but at least he could protect Gao Huaiyuan for a short time until Pili Tian arrived.

He had not expected Ju Lushen to die so cleanly!

Pili Tian cursed inwardly, "Waste!" and fixed his gaze on He Lingchuan: "Where is Gao Huaiyuan? Hand him over, and I can spare your life."

He still clearly understood what was more important.

As long as Gao Huaiyuan lived, the morale and fighting spirit of the Between Between Between Beijia army remained.

He Lingchuan, however, smiled and glanced at the daylight above: "Gao Huaiyuan? He has already set out."

Set out?

While the two sides spoke, a large jujube tree ten li outside Snake Mouth Peak suddenly had its leaves rustle.

The Red Falcon had long been hiding here; it poked its head out and saw that the empty pouch hidden among the branches had suddenly sunk, as if something had appeared out of nowhere inside.

To be safe, it opened the pouch mouth and glanced twice, confirming nothing was amiss, then seized the pouch and flew toward Panlongcheng.

It exerted the fastest speed it had ever mustered in its life, and the plain wind gave it a tailwind, so that this red dot in midair truly darted like a shooting star.

Fast, as fast as possible, the faster the better!

In the blink of an eye, Panlongcheng was already in sight.

From high above, it was clear to see: the entire city wall was pitted and scarred, and neither the Dàyān Heavenly Pearl nor the Panlong Elemental Force could support its self-repair anymore. After being blasted with three large holes in succession, the western wall finally could not hold and suddenly collapsed!

This collapse created a huge gap wide enough for ten people to stand abreast!

Although the falling debris and ruins would still hinder the enemy's steps, the Béijiā soldiers' agility made overcoming this obstacle trivial.

Fortunately, fortunately, both sides were still contesting the Heavenborn Bridge, and the Béijiā vanguard was still fifteen zhang away from the city wall.

Just fifteen zhang away.

This became the key to Panlongcheng's survival or demise.

Holding out until now, Panlong had already exhausted its last reserves. If no turning point came, this battle would be settled.

The Red Falcon had no choice but to circle around, avoiding the Béijiā army below, before landing on the gate tower of Nancheng Gate of Panlongcheng:

"Report, the heads have been delivered!"