Chapter 2901

However, the Tiger Wing General's target was not him at all, but the red line directly ahead of him.

Not to mention the other members of the assassination squad, even Pili Tian himself could not see the existence of this red line.

This is of course the causal line.

Since Pili Tian had employed the Instantaneous Movement Divine Technique, there naturally existed a causal relationship between his current position and the target of his instantaneous movement—the city wall of Panlong.

What He Lingchuan severed was precisely this causal line.

As for Pili Tian, he only knew that the axe wind from Tiger Wing swept past directly in front of him, causing no injury, but in his perception, it felt as if something had snapped with a "ding".

Great misfortune!

He then recalled that Tiger Wing had earlier seemed to be waving his weapon around, chopping everywhere. As a result, the mandala flower petals in this secret chamber rarely formed planar cuts.

So this fellow was not swinging his blade randomly, but truly severing certain things?

Indeed, his premonition came true.

After a brief pause, his instantaneous movement failed to activate smoothly.

The surrounding scenery did not change; he did not go to the Panlong front lines, but remained in this cramped, narrow, murderous secret chamber.

Pili Tian was greatly astonished—how could this be possible? Even the Holy Venerable Lingxu could not restrict his instantaneous movement in non-enclosed spaces. How could the enemy before him possibly render his divine technique ineffective?

But he was also a seasoned old hand of several thousand years; in an instant he steadied his mind and shifted his approach.

If long-distance instantaneous movement was impossible, why not simply shift himself outside the flesh-and-blood fortress? As long as he reached an open area, no one could further restrict his movements.

He finally understood.

But the moment this thought arose, He Lingchuan had already seized the Blood Blade Flying Axe and swung two axes at him in quick succession.

These two axes still were not aimed at him—one axe swept in front of Pili Tian, the other behind him, less than two zhang apart.

In fact, when He Lingchuan had earlier swung his blade to sever the causal line, his eyes had already gone dark and his five viscera burned like fire.

This was the manifestation of excessive overexertion, a portrait of both body and spirit weakened.

He was like a sponge squeezed dry; squeeze further, and it would spontaneously rupture.

But at this critical juncture, how could he retreat?

The success or failure of two worlds hung in the balance, involving the life and death of all beings across the two realms!

Moreover, given the current situation, had it not already been within his expectations?

Hah, nothing more than a single death!

"Slash!"

He Lingchuan let out a great shout; the blood-red mark on his forehead appeared out of nowhere. He finally squeezed out the last of his soul power, pouring it into the Blood Blade Flying Axe.

The divine artifact of Bai Zhan Tian had its own pride—it could not be wielded by ordinary cultivators, let alone ordinary immortals. Unlike the Floating Life Blade, every time He Lingchuan wished to use it, he had to expend enormous energy.

At this moment, the Blood Blade Flying Axe nearly sucked dry all the power in his body, then unleashed those two silent axe strikes.

Time-Severing Slash!

This is one of Bai Zhan Tian's most terrifying ultimate techniques.

He Lingchuan had carefully studied it during his intelligence-gathering days, and in his battles against Bai Zhan Tian he had personally experienced and overcome it, thus fully understanding its principle!

He is the God of Fate. Without understanding Bai Zhan Tian's battle techniques, how could he break their causality?

Moreover, Bai Zhan Tian's combat style is pure, focusing solely on the study of "power" itself—such principles and mechanisms, He Lingchuan could fully comprehend, unlike other heavenly demons who rely on their unique divine power—this is what He Lingchuan could never imitate, no matter how hard he tried.

Furthermore, though Pili Tian is called the God of Space, all his actions are actually subject to the constraint of time.

Speaking broadly, not only him, but all living beings and things in the world—who is not bound by time?

These two axe strikes of He Lingchuan, like Bai Zhan Tian of old, intercepted Pili Tian from the temporal current in which he was located, trapping him in a delay of less than a single breath.

In that breath, he was as if sealed in ice, unable to move.

His expression, movements, and posture were all frozen within this temporal flow.

A single breath was enough.

Although the other members of the assassination squad did not clearly perceive the intricacies, Pili Tian's flaw was genuinely exposed—how could they not take advantage?

Hu Min shot two arrows straight at Pili Tian—one aimed at his heart, the other at his throat.

Men Ban was more direct, gripping his own axe and leaping to deliver a chopping strike straight at Pili Tian's neck.

What can happen within a single breath?

First, Hu Min's arrows pierced Pili Tian's heart and throat, but did not penetrate through—the defense of a great heavenly demon is no joke.

Then came Men Ban's axe strike hitting the target.

Originally, his axe might not have been able to achieve merit, but Men Ban was not as dull and straightforward as he appeared on the surface; the position where he dropped his axe was precisely the wound He Lingchuan had earlier stabbed into Pili Tian's nape with the Floating Life Blade!

Because the battle's tempo was too fast, Pili Tian never had a chance to properly heal his wounds, let alone mention that He Lingchuan's blade still carried karmic force, continuously corroding his wound, causing the injury to worsen instead.

Striking this weak point, Men Ban's single blow achieved success, nearly severing Pili Tian's neck—only a few broken bone fragments remained connecting head and body!

Decapitation successful!

Immediately afterward, a silver light burst forth from the severed head and flew toward the night sky. Men Ban's move had grown old; he could only roar loudly: "Stop him!"

That was Pili Tian's soul, fleeing on its own after his physical body collapsed.

He Lingchuan's eyes were blurred, but he still mustered the last of his strength and hurled the Floating Life Blade.

He could no longer wield the Blood Blade Flying Axe; only the Floating Life Blade, this divine artifact in tune with his heart, required the least effort to use.

Red light flashed. Pili Tian's soul was stirred by the blade's qi, reduced to ashes and smoke.

The Floating Life Blade's characteristic—never misses.

The great heavenly demon Pili Tian of the Lingxu multitude, thus defeated in battle, perished and turned to ashes and smoke!

Witnessing this scene with their own eyes, Hu Min and Men Ban stood frozen in place, dazed for a long while before regaining their senses.

They… they succeeded?

They actually managed to assassinate the God of Space, truly holding Panlongcheng?

Even if he had done everything himself all along, at this moment, the squad members still found it hard to believe.

Twenty years of dreaming, and it came true in an instant?

But right after that, a thud came from behind.

Several people turned around and saw the Tiger Wing General had collapsed.

"General!"

They rushed forward and quickly helped He Lingchuan up, only to see his face ashen as death, his eyes already filled with blood-red. Hu Min saw he was barely breathing, so he quickly reached out to check his pulse, but for a long while felt no beat.

"A Luo!"

He instinctively turned to call for the medic, then remembered—A Luo had already died in the earlier battle.

The door panel lifted He Lingchuan onto his back and shouted loudly: "We're taking you back, hold on!"

He Lingchuan could no longer respond.

Seeing the Bìlì Tiān Hún shattered and scattered with his own eyes, he felt a sudden release, and the force that had been sustaining his body and movement instantly dissipated.

His body, already pushed to the absolute limit, could no longer hold on.

The door panel carried him out of the dark flesh-and-blood fortress.