Chapter 2923: There Are No

They grew too fast — in just two or three breaths' time, they had sprouted from tender shoots into small flowers.

These flowers also looked extremely delicate, like little bells bowing their heads, their appearance quite small and adorable.

These are lily of the valley.

But ordinary lily of the valley are white as snow; the ones growing in Jialou Tian's wounds are an eerie gold-red, looking as if they are full of qi and blood.

Yet Jialou Tian's wound condition forms a stark contrast with them. The more beautiful and lush the lily of the valley, the more the flesh and blood around His wounds wither, the skin wrinkling and spotting, looking just like orange peel that has been overexposed to the sun, dry and shriveled.

You must know this is a True Immortal's body, immune to the vast majority of evil arts and wicked methods in the world. It should originally have nothing to do with words like aging or frailty. But Jialou Tian can clearly feel that the power, life, vitality, and qi and blood inside this body are being continuously sucked away by the flowers blooming from the wounds!

Jialou Tian naturally reached out to pull them, but His fingers brushed past the lily of the valley without touching anything solid.

These little flowers are merely phantoms, just like... hmm, just like the triangle on Jialou Tian's shoulder.

He couldn't help but croak: "Death Godhead!"

The lily of the valley's existence is merely an image, a manifestation of the power of death; the Red General can change it into roses, peonies, or any flower shape she likes, but its essence remains unchanged — using the power of death to suck away the opponent's life and divine power!

The Red General has indeed inherited Mitians's ability! Jialou Tian dislikes this evidence very much; He also discovers that the more of His ability is sucked away, the more and faster the plants in the wounds grow, and in turn, the lily of the valley's frantic growth further sucks away His power...

This is a vicious cycle.

The power of death finally reveals its ferocious face.

If this continues, the divine power He painstakingly accumulated will dissipate completely again!

At this moment the Red General moves with her spear, becoming one with Lei Ting, charging straight at Jialou Tian.

Having barely blocked this strike, the power the Ordinal Decree Godhead had just accumulated was used up by another half, His whole body's wounds itched unbearably, and the loss of vitality intensified!

Jialou Tian glared hatefully at the Red General. She was also injured; her spear's might was not as bright and flourishing as before.

At this very moment, He stands at the crossroads of victory and defeat. One step forward is victory, one step back is death!

Continuing to drag this out is useless too; He might truly not last until the Chaos Mist dissipates.

He can only stake everything on one more gamble.

He steeled His resolve and formed hand seals once more.

Come, let this decide victory or defeat in one move!

The Ordinal Decree Godhead instantly blazed with Jin Guang.

The Red General treated it as unseen, once more performing the dragon-snake dance, thunder and lightning chiming together.

But this time, even Earth Mother watching from the sidelines saw clearly: "Huh, the Ordinal Decree Godhead isn't leaving?"

Jialou Tian had just finished forming the seals, yet despite the Ordinal Decree Godhead emitting light, the triangle not only didn't accelerate like the previous few times, but instead stagnated all at once!

So sudden — is this a jam?

Immediately after, the triangle actually bounced back to its starting point, and the Jin Guang on its surface also vanished!

Returned to position, just as if the previous progress had never happened.

And the Ordinal Decree Godhead even reverted back to cyan.

Against the backdrop of flashing lightning and rolling thunder, Jialou Tian's face was even more ashen as death!

It's over.

The Red General laughed loudly, one spear thrust piercing His shoulder: "You've lost!"

A double entendre — only Jialou Tian could understand.

The Ordinal Decree Godhead returned to its starting point, and His power was even weaker than before. He exerted all His strength but still couldn't block the Red General's Dragon-Snake Dance; the green jade mace in His left hand snapped with a crack into two pieces.

Without the protection of divine power, the power of thunder and lightning conducted through His whole body; Jialou Tian's entire body was charred, and onlookers could even see green smoke curling from His body!

The Red General flew up with a kick, sending Him flying ten zhang away.

Jialou Tian spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and before He even hit the ground, He formed hand seals again.

Everything returned to the starting point; gambling might not win, but not gambling guarantees loss. He already has no way back!

The Ordinal Decree Godhead flashed with Jin Guang once more, just a single flash. The triangle trembled twice, then went still.

Again it didn't, didn't succeed?

Jialou Tian refused to give up, forming hand seals again.

This time, the golden triangle simply didn't move a hair.

However exhilarating the winning streak was before, that's how stifling the losing streak is now.

Jialou Tian's heart sank into an icy purgatory; it's over!

He was just about to sit up when He saw the Red General's figure rapidly enlarging in His field of vision: "If you lose, you must have the awareness to accept death!"

She has always fought with this awareness, He Lingchuan too, the Panlong Army warriors too — only the Heavenly Demon was not.

So Jialou Tian always harbored a fluke hope, thinking He could turn the tables.

The battlefield seemed to freeze in this instant; all witnesses stared wide-eyed as the Red General, mid-air, hurled a Lei Ting strike at Jialou Tian on the ground.

Dazzling, brilliant lightning descended from the sky, shaped like a sharp blade, ruthlessly piercing through Jialou Tian.

The ground sank silently amid the exploding Lei Guang, forming a large pit five zhang in diameter and two zhang deep!

Even Earth Mother, who has seen grand scenes, watched with unblinking eyes:

"So fierce!"

The Lei Guang came fast and went fast too; after two flashes it dissipated, only tiny electric snakes still lingering and wandering at the pit's edge.

This once-invincible Great Heavenly Demon was nailed at the bottom of the pit, a huge blood hole through His chest connecting to His back, even revealing the scorched black ground below.

His heart was blown to pieces, impossible to salvage.

This was a ruthless execution.

But Jialou Tian didn't die immediately, still glaring at the surrounding red mist:

"Just a little short, just a little short..."

The red mist's dragon form is disintegrating, about to revert back into surging clouds of mist.

If it had stopped when it saw an opportunity, instead of going all in, it could have held on until now, and the Sequence Order divinity could have restored its original power!

It was only this close!

But what "if" is there in this world?

It hates so much!

Only now did Jia Lou Tian suddenly realize: "So it was you setting a trap, trying to lure me into going all in..."

But it doesn't understand—when did this fierce and peculiar opponent see through the nature of its divinity's Sequence advancement?

"Lure me?" The Red General walked to its side, bowed its head, and looked down at it: "You've tried countless times before—did you ever succeed? What makes you think this time would be different?"

It's just the gambler's fallacy playing tricks.

All power drained from the great hole in its chest, and Jia Lou Tian murmured: "Why?"

The Red General is right—it has failed countless times; otherwise, the Sequence Order divinity wouldn't still be incomplete today.

No matter how hard it tried, it always fell short at the last moment. Today's attempt was already better and closer to success than any before; otherwise, it wouldn't have kept adding notes.

"The process of Sequence advancement is itself a journey from nothing to something, from chaos to order, from disorder to order—originally, it's like tens of thousands crossing a narrow bridge, ten deaths, no, actually a hundred deaths for one life!" Seeing it was about to die, the Red General simply let it die with understanding: "Only a handful succeed in the end. When you use divinity to simulate this process, at least nine hundred out of a thousand attempts are failures."