Chapter 3125

Many gods in the celestial realm have been counter-controlled by it, and even great gods among them, with control lasting as long as seven hundred years.

So when Pili Tian took hold of this thing, he was utterly unwilling, and even a bit creeped out.

As soon as the bronze vessel entered his hand, it vanished, and Pili Tian felt a cold current flow into his chest—dark and chilling, unbearable to the point of wanting to die.

"Ah—" just the single "ah" carried rising and falling intonation, the fearful eye's voice piercing his heart instantly: "We're back to being old partners again, Pili Tian. Oh, you're afraid again."

Damn it, Pili Tian cursed in his heart—being possessed by this thing, who wouldn't get creeped out? It can probe the fears in gods' hearts, even if only a thread.

At the same time, Hou Tianyu regained his freedom of movement, and his heart and body felt as if a huge stone had been lifted off.

"Don't be afraid—I've signed a contract with Lingxu Shengzun, so I won't linger long on you."

Pili Tian let out a slight breath: "I know."

Once this evil thing takes hold, his heart trembles with fear, worried that summoning gods is easy but sending them away is hard.

"If it weren't for you being too weak, unable to defeat the War Alliance all this time, Lingxu wouldn't have needed to summon me." The fearful eye chirped twice, "Where is the battlefield? Let's go now!"

Hou Tianyu happened to be asking for instructions: "Heavenly Sovereign, where should we go now?"

"The southeastern gate battlefield of Lingxu City." Pili Tian already had a direction—"The fighting there is fierce, perfect for letting the God of Fear stretch his limbs."

The more fear the fearful eye absorbs, the stronger it becomes. Moreover, it doesn't just absorb enemies' fear—it doesn't let go of allies' fear either.

In the world, where is fear most concentrated? Of course, on the battlefield.

What's the point of skirmishing with those few hundred pursuers in the Xushan region? We must go to the southeastern gate of Lingxu City—that's where a battlefield of tens or even hundreds of thousands unfolds.

How great a wave of fear the fearful eye can stir up in the War Alliance army—Pili Tian can't wait to admire it.

These past few days, his battles with Helu Tian at the Bekka front have been utterly stifling, as the opposing side's true immortals outnumber theirs, so the two great gods have strictly followed Lingxu Shengzun's orders, never daring to stray far from the main army and cities.

"First, leave the Xushan region, then we can fly there as fast as possible."

Pili Tian and the fearful eye have already rolled up their sleeves and clenched their fists.

The premature announcement of the Divine Initiation Plan instantly threw the entire war's rhythm into chaos.

The Heavenly Palace immediately spread the joyful news, and frontline morale quickly rose. In the city, large numbers of Lingxu Shengzun's and great gods' followers all waited with bated breath.

The heavenly gods knew they had long been stubbornly resisting the War Alliance's offensives, and decided to come down early to rescue them!

Meanwhile, the War Alliance also quickly confirmed Mr. Yuan's intelligence, because Lingxu Shengzun had no intention of concealing it at all.

The War Alliance's high command urgently convened the shortest meeting in history to discuss tonight's battle deployment and division of labor.

Time, time, time—the once-precious time was further compressed.

"Damn it!" Fushan Yue gritted his teeth, "Lingxu Shengzun has been playing us for fools, spinning us around—now he must be feeling mighty pleased."

No one asked why Lingxu Shengzun broke his word, why he descended early.

Those who could attend the meeting were no longer naive.

Lingxu Shengzun has painstakingly accumulated thousands of years of good reputation, not just to one day use it at the blade's edge?

Now, he wants to drag everyone in heaven and earth to dance with him on the blade's tip!

Immediately after, the Great Emperor of Jiuxu issued the first order after the meeting:

Full-force attack on Lingxu City!

Full-force means holding nothing back.

Previously, the War Alliance used the wheel tactic—six great armies took turns attacking the three gates of Lingxu City, slow to show effect but low in casualties, and still able to drain the enemy's energy.

But the Great Emperor of Jiuxu's new order is all-out firepower—strongest weapons, most terrifying divine powers, most elite troops, all deployed without reservation!

The Divine Initiation Plan was moved forward—today night, the Great Heavenly Demon will descend into the world. Before that, the War Alliance must seize as much victory as possible!

At this moment, conserving strength has become meaningless.

At the same time, Xushan and all the rear logistics camps are busy as a blazing fire.

"Damn it, damn it!" the Fire Spirit Lingju torch gritted his teeth, "Just signed the contract and already being ordered around like this!"

Now, thousands of fire spirits in Xushan are busy working—big and small tasks, all must be helped with, truly exhausting!

He Lingchuan had just finished assigning tasks to the War Alliance's true immortals, his throat even smoking, then returned to his tent to sit down and drink water.

On the battlefield, up and down, he is the busiest one. The War Alliance is like a precision instrument, and he is its operator. To make this instrument function at maximum efficiency, he must give his all, with no room for the slightest error.

Amid the endless battle reports and orders, he caught a tiny gap and quickly relaxed his mind a bit.

If the nerves are too taut, mistakes easily occur.

Light and shadow shifted outside the door—someone had entered.

He Lingchuan knew who it was even with closed eyes, so he reached out his hand.

That person took his hand, warm and steady: "Tired?"

He is the commander-in-chief of the nine great armies, laboring both in strength and mind.

"I've grown used to it. I temporarily pulled Xiao Daxianren from the front lines to debug the Bishatian Altar. He just said it's already adjusted, ready for use anytime." He Lingchuan opened his eyes, looking at Sun Fuling, "I wanted to say more, but he just stopped. The one who came in wasn't the Red General, but Sun Fuzi."

Today she wore a goose-yellow soft robe, draped with a pinkish outer garment, her waistband sky-blue, her hair tied in a high ponytail, her hairpin a circle of blue sapphire.

She rarely dresses in such clashing colors, but standing under the warm glow of the spore lamp, she looked brilliantly sweet and lovely, with a touch of heroic vigor—so beautiful she didn't seem like a true person.

When He Lingchuan saw her, his heart warmed instantly.

Jade-like person, fragrant.

Sun Fuling's lips curled slightly, a faint smile: "What's wrong?"

He pulled her onto his lap in one motion, sighing: "You're truly beautiful. To have a wife like you, what more could a husband seek?"

Of course he could tell Sun Fuzi had deliberately dressed up. Even with the great battle imminent, she still carved out a little time for herself.

No one can predict the final outcome of this great battle. But at least in this moment, they have each other, and are happier than the vast majority of people in the world.

Sun Fuling smiled, reaching out to stroke his battle armor, her slender fingertips gliding over the sharp plates.

Ordinary people's fingers, at this moment, would not be able to endure it.

The Yinglong battle armor is bloodthirsty, devours countless people, but worn on her husband's body, it becomes a great weapon capable of saving the world.

Sun Fuling asked him: "What do you think, why did the Holy Lord of the Void Spirit descend to the mortal realm three days earlier again?"

"Based on all the information I've gathered, the ten-day deadline he originally told me was already a significant advancement, purely to make things difficult for himself; now advancing it by another three days, I believe he couldn't possibly be fully prepared." He Lingchuan had also been pondering this question, "The most important reason is still that the Void Spirit City is tottering on the brink of collapse. If the Void Spirit City falls to the War Alliance within these three days, the Holy Lord of the Void Spirit and the several great demon kings descending to the mortal realm would also find it hard to establish a foothold, making it difficult to continue intimidating the human world."