Chapter 3146: Lei Ting Tianpu

However, the probability is extremely slim, and moreover, divine artifacts all possess their own consciousness; they will break through spacetime, roam beyond the heavens, and are unwilling to remain bound by the original world.

The little stone figure asked curiously: "Do divine artifacts, like people, have such aspirations?"

The great shaman shrugged; he had only heard rumors. In the three thousand worlds, how many people are fortunate enough to encounter a divine artifact?

The little stone figure also yearned intensely: "Then how can one forge a divine artifact?"

"It's a matter of fate and coincidence," the great shaman sighed. "The Dragon God once very much wished for the Great Vase to become a divine artifact, for it possesses such potential, which is why the Dragon God was willing to sacrifice for it."

Looking again at the battle before them, several large strange beasts behind the avatar of the Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void had half charged forward into the water, while the other half grabbed mud and grass from the ground, squeezed them tightly into balls, and then made a very standard throwing motion.

Several hundred mud balls, each three to four times larger than a millstone, howled as they flew toward the city walls of Panlongcheng.

Thunderbolts fell from the sky, destroying the vast majority of the mud balls, but three or four slipped through the net, leapt over the lightning, and struck the high walls.

The walls of Panlongcheng are naturally thick enough that these mud balls could not possibly breach them. However, upon striking the walls, the grass seeds inside the mud balls instantly sprouted, growing into monsters resembling man-eating vines, even surpassing them, with dozens of tentacles like those of an octopus.

Panlongcheng had previously cultivated man-eating vines, which only feed on living things; but these tentacle monsters not only took root in the wall cracks, their growing tentacles constantly shoved into the gaps between bricks and stones. Their strength exceeds that of a drill, and the scraping sound against the bricks could be clearly heard even by the Crimson General.

The Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void was also attempting to corrode the city walls.

Without a doubt, the southern gate of Panlongcheng is the strongest manifestation of the defensive power of the Great Vase.

Thus, the Crimson General made a gesture toward the southern gate.

Inside the city wall, a colossal figure immediately emerged:

Black Dragon Totem!

The Panlong Secret Realm was created based on the Great Heavenly Pearl, and its relationship with the Great Vase is extremely close.

The black dragon swam back and forth a few times, completely clearing away the tentacle monsters clinging to the city walls.

At the same time, Zhao Mantu also whispered to the Crimson General: "If we keep fighting like this, it will never end. Where exactly is the Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void?"

The Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void is a complete divine descent, so his true form must certainly be hidden within the Life Divine Seal.

"Not yet found," the Crimson General said, her gaze having already swept across the entire battlefield. She was not looking at a single monster, but scanning the vital energy of the entire field!

In her eyes, the bodies of the strange beasts on the opposing meadow became illusory, while the vital energy within their bodies appeared as a flowing whole: "All energy flows from the meadow into their bodies. As long as they remain standing on the meadow, they can continuously

replenish their energy."

What she sought was the source of all energy, or its destination.

That must surely be the hiding place of the Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void.

"But aside from that, I saw no super-individual," the Crimson General said. "If the Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void were to appear, his vital energy would certainly not be this weak. This also matches his style—he likes to lurk behind the scenes, manipulating from the shadows. He has prepared thoroughly for today's battle; in a short time, we cannot possibly exhaust his power."

After speaking, she took a deep breath.

Just then, another bolt of lightning struck from the sky; the avatar of the Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void seemed to sense it and swiftly retreated.

However, within the lightning, a hint of red shadow was mixed in; as soon as his form moved, the other side had already precisely struck his forehead!

Before this avatar could even fall after staggering back two steps, its body had turned into a piece of charcoal.

The one who struck was naturally the Crimson General.

She used the Thunder-Response Spear to merge herself with Lei Ting; the speed of Lei Ting determined her speed.

No matter where, she could reach it in an instant.

Immediately afterward, another dozen or so bolts of Lei Ting descended from the heavens, each more violent than the last.

Even among the Lei Ting, they interwove crosswise; from afar, they resembled a vast, unmatched waterfall, washing back and forth across this land several times, not only blasting the several huge strange beasts into debris one after another, but also delivering a full-field lightning strike, once again clearing out the strange beast herds and green meadows within dozens of li to utter emptiness.

Within the range of sight, everything turned into scorched earth.

Anything that could move ceased to exist.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air; even purgatory was no more than this.

The little stone figure perched atop Panlongcheng drew in a sharp breath of cold air.

How terrifying this Lei Ting Tianpu is!

How terrifying the Crimson General is!

Know that she unleashed her ultimate move in enemy territory, its power far less than when used on her home turf. Yet the Crimson General still managed to exterminate all living beings within dozens of li around her—such power made even the Earth Mother, accustomed to grand scenes, tremble in her liver.

The Great Heavenly Demon had already been the peak combat power of this realm, but before her, he seemed already somewhat inadequate.

"Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void, is that all you've got?" the Crimson General said, pulling a crystal orchid from her bosom, crouching down, and gently blowing on the ground.

Immediately, flecks of crystal powder drifted from the petals of the crystal orchid, scattering onto the scorched earth.

These are the seeds of the crystal orchid, which originally only grow among corpses. But on this meadow, anything struck by heavenly thunder into charcoal—whether strange beast or grass itself—contains an astonishing concentration of vital energy, making it a supreme tonic for the crystal orchid.

This little flower sprouted one after another from the scorched earth, beginning to spread in all directions.

More importantly, the ground occupied by the crystal orchid maintains a layer of blackened floating soil, leaving no room for other life's seeds to take root and sprout.

After merely a dozen breaths, the black soil had expanded to thirty or forty square units, and the further it spread outward, the faster the expansion became.

This signifies that the power of the Death God, facing the Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void's assault, has launched a counterattack and begun to seize back the opponent's territory.

Not only the crystal orchid, but the ground trodden by the Crimson General likewise turns into black soil, where not a single blade of grass grows.

During this period, she also shattered three more avatars of the Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void. These avatars could continuously draw vital energy replenishment from the meadow, but alas, the Crimson General's offensive was truly too swift and overbearing; they had no time to repair before being reduced to a pile of remnants.

The little stone figure exclaimed cheerfully: "Oh dear, oh dear, what other tricks does the Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void have left? Before the Crimson General, he doesn't even dare show his face."

Zhao Mantu and the great shaman wore faces as grim as water, far from their earlier optimism: "His counterattack has already begun.

"Ah?"

"Look closely at the ground."

The scorched earth, plowed over several times by Lei Ting, began to sprout new shoots again.

The Crimson General's black soil domain extended continuously from the moat outward. Yet in the visible distance, the speed at which green grass sprouted was several times faster than before. The new shoots, barely breaking the surface, impatiently grew into full maturity.

In just forty or fifty breaths, the great meadow had recovered completely.