Chapter 2900

At this point, he should be grateful that for the past twenty years he had been going in and out of the Panlong World, his soul and spirit having been tempered to abnormal toughness, so that using his soul as fuel, he could actually sustain this body in battle until now, a duration that even He Lingchuan himself found surprising.

If he could just hold on a little longer, he silently told himself, victory was near—he only needed, only needed a little more time.

Thanks to their long-standing coordination, if it were someone else, they truly wouldn't know what he was shouting. Hu Min pulled out a small lamp from his storage ring and held it high.

"Here it comes!"

This was the floating lamp obtained from the divine spirit Yunqing Shen, belonging to Tongming Zhenjun. It had many wonderful uses. At the time, what was broken on the battlefield was merely its mirror image. After Yunqing Shen was slain, Hu Min stored this lamp away.

He Lingchuan grabbed the floating lamp and gave it a light shake. On the shoulder of each member of the assassination squad, a floating lamp appeared, each emitting a different color of light.

When these several lamps lit up simultaneously, the door panel let out a loud shout: "See it!"

Under the irradiation of strong light from different angles and different colors, the irregularly arranged silk threads in mid-air within the secret chamber actually became visible.

This was because when light shone into different media spaces, it would undergo displacement and refraction.

He Lingchuan used several floating lamps to shine simultaneously, and these traps had nowhere to hide.

Pili Tian was trapped in this narrow space, growing increasingly irritable. Without seeing the outside sky, he knew dawn was approaching.

If this continued, this attack on Panlongcheng would inevitably fail.

Fortunately, the timing had also matured. He pinched a hand seal and shouted low: "Break!"

As soon as the words fell, the scattered lotus petals previously strewn across the flesh-and-blood fortress each connected with another petal by a thread of silk!

These silk threads ignored distance and obstruction; even lotus petals in different passages and secret chambers were interconnected.

Hu Min happened to be leaning against the door when two silk threads suddenly sprouted beside him out of nowhere. Seeing the opportunity, he quickly twisted his body and dodged.

He was just rejoicing that he had avoided the tangent line when he heard He Lingchuan shout low: "Be careful!" and grabbed him up in one motion.

Immediately, the entire underground palace was filled with countless triangular shapes formed by numerous large severing threads!

Each triangle instantly solidified, from point to surface, becoming one cross-section after another!

Hu Min was horrified. If he had remained in place, he would certainly have been severed at the waist.

But the flesh-and-blood fortress was not so fortunate—each spatial cross-section was like a sharp blade, and in that instant, it was chopped into thousands of pieces without reason, reducing it to utter ruin!

The lotus petals had been gathering power on the stone wall for a long time. This was also Pili Tian's ultimate move, unleashed after consuming a vast amount of divine energy, named "Shatter and Scatter." Even the flesh-and-blood fortress, with its heightened defense, could not withstand it.

There was no grand, earth-shaking spectacle, but the Bekka people standing on the last hilltop could see that Snake Mouth Peak suddenly erupted with countless beams of silver light, then exploded apart!

That light spread outward, and the dozens of unfortunate souls too close were silently sliced apart without a sound.

The assassination squad escaped this sudden deadly disaster thanks to He Lingchuan's warning. This was because, He Lingchuan had already, through the Fate Divine Seal, "foreseen" the scene of the lotus petals connecting pairwise.

Between them, of course, there existed countless causal relationships.

In his vision, these spatial silk threads formed the cross-sectional triangles one step earlier than in reality, giving him a little extra time to respond.

However, he could not forcibly intervene in the lotus petals' cutting of the flesh-and-blood fortress as he had done before when severing the divine power of Bai Zhan Tian and Jia Lou Tian, because the number of these silk threads was simply too great.

What he could do was to cut the connections between the lotus petals in the secret chamber a step earlier, first ensuring the safety of their side in the secret chamber battle.

Even though he was a candidate of the Fate God, at this moment he could only watch helplessly as the flesh-and-blood fortress collapsed and disintegrated.

This is the helplessness of fate. Some outcomes can be foreseen, but cannot be changed—only watched as they happen.

After the flesh-and-blood fortress shattered, sunlight once again poured in.

The fish-belly white on the eastern horizon had already let the night curtain shed its heavy color.

Dawn was approaching.

The flesh-and-blood fortress was no longer sealed. Pili Tian finally regained his freedom, but at the cost of himself being extremely exhausted. "Shatter and Scatter" was an extremely draining divine ability; after using it, his body instantly felt utterly drained.

But he dared not stop—he teleported instantly and rushed toward the Panlong front line.

There was still time. The city walls had already been breached. He only needed to lead his troops into the city, capture Zhong Shengguang or a high-ranking official, and ask for the whereabouts of the Great Fang Vase.

Even if Zhong Shengguang refused to speak, someone would surely want to save their life.

Having enjoyed three thousand years of human incense, Pili Tian understood one thing most deeply: the diversity of humanity.

Some are generous and sacrifice themselves; others cling to life and fear death.

Some forget personal feelings for duty; others are selfish and self-serving.

In such a great city as Panlong, when the apocalypse arrives, there will certainly be someone willing to betray the Great Fang Vase in exchange for their own survival—certainly!

But He Lingchuan had already prepared.

From the moment he unleashed the flesh-and-blood fortress, he knew this half-finished product would definitely be broken and could not hold until the end of battle. Thus, this scene had long been within his expectations.

However, the power of Pili Tian's spatial divine art still exceeded He Lingchuan's expectations. The collapse of the flesh-and-blood fortress occurred far earlier than he had anticipated.

Things often go against one's wishes—seven parts out of ten, as they say. He Lingchuan felt that he had come this far, so there was nothing left to complain about.

At the moment the flesh-and-blood fortress shattered into ruin, he also grabbed Bai Zhan Tian's blood-blade flying axe and, without a sound, delivered a chopping strike at Pili Tian.

He had observed in battle that every time Pili Tian prepared for a long-distance teleportation, there was a noticeable pause, just like a martial artist gathering power.

Under normal circumstances, this would not be a serious flaw, but in the current situation, amidst this complex and tangled battlefield, that brief moment of pause would bring Pili Tian a true deadly disaster.

His gravest mistake was attempting to teleport directly from the split flesh-and-blood fortress to the base of Panlongcheng. This distance was great, so a pause of about one breath was necessary beforehand.

Normally, Pili Tian might not make such a low-level error, but in this secret chamber, he had been driven to extreme fury by the assassination squad's attacks, his mind solely focused on escaping, with no spare thought.

As the God of Space, when would he normally need such close-quarters combat with enemies? He would even be at a disadvantage and suffer losses.

As a veteran of a hundred battles, He Lingchuan would never miss such a good opportunity.

But seeing the situation, Pili Tian only wanted to sneer. In the breath before teleportation, his body would automatically vanish into the void, thus avoiding enemy harm.

Does Hu Wing think he has caught his flaw? How naive.