Chapter 857: Summoning from the Void

Some Que Beast families originally lived on big snowy mountains and had the talent of mimicry camouflage. They usually camouflaged themselves as mountain rocks, waiting for prey to throw themselves into the net. When they came to Panlongcheng and became familiar with the terrain, they camouflaged themselves as buildings, which was indeed effective again and again.

He Lingchuan didn't dare to move after touching the vicinity of General Hong's tomb, because he had been here when he entered the Panlong secret realm last time, so he remembered it clearly: General Hong's tomb was empty, and all buildings had been razed to the ground, so how could there be such a tall tower!

In this Panlong secret realm, anything that didn't conform to common sense had to be treated with special care.

This was his valuable experience as a dungeon clearer last time.

Who knew why such a big guy had to stay here and pretend to be a tower.

It wanted to guard something, the Great Fanghu? The little ghost-faced monkey that had been torn by Zhang Lianhai's Lamp Spirit earlier was wounded, ran to the shoulder of the Que Beast giant, chattered, and pointed humanely at the half-candle in the hands of the Tiangong visitors.

Needless to say, this posture was complaining: these dozen or so people were the same batch that wounded it and dug the grave earlier!

The Que Beast giant's white-fruit eyes revealed cold light, and it snorted a cold frost white steam from its nose.

The surrounding temperature immediately dropped by several degrees.

Everyone finally knew how the strong wind and blizzard came about.

It turned out that as soon as this guy came, it affected the weather of the entire Panlong ruins! It is said that clouds follow dragons and wind follows tigers; this thing could control wind and snow, and its power was far beyond ordinary monsters.

Everyone was stared at by this monster

That was the instinctive reaction of living beings when faced with immense power and colossal entities.

The people from the Tiangong shrieked, "Take the pot and run!"

He Lingchuan secretly marveled at their loyalty—even at a time like this, they were still prioritizing the Tiangong's mission—while he slowly retreated with Qiu Hu.

He must not block their escape route, lest he be caught in the crossfire.

He must not be dragged into the monster battlefield, lest he be caught in the crossfire.

The guests from the Tiangong immediately pulled back, but the King of the Que Beasts suddenly roared. It was like a thunderclap on flat ground, whipping up a level-16 gale directly in front of them. Normal people couldn't even stand, let alone run; several were swept straight into the sky.

The wind was also filled with hailstones of all sizes, as fast as bullets.

After these few people hit the ground, their bodies were riddled with holes.

The other Tiangong acolytes were no better off, staggering and swaying. Someone shouted, "Form a formation, quickly form a formation!"

But the King of the Que Beasts was incredibly fast. With its tall stature and long legs, it leaped back and forth, claiming one or two lives with every move.

Before the formation could even be set, three from the Tiangong had already fallen.

Judging by its behavior, it was enjoying itself immensely.

But regardless, the attention of the Que Beasts had been drawn by the Tiangong acolytes, and the group as a whole began to shift outward.

Several flashes of lightning streaked across the night sky, and red light continued to flicker on the firmament.

The Floating Life Blade suddenly manifested itself from the void, trembling violently in He Lingchuan's palm.

He shared a telepathic bond with the precious blade and could instantly sense its state: Urgent! Urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent! What kind of situation could make it this anxious? The last time the blade gave a spontaneous warning was before the Star-Plucking Tower, intending to warn him not to approach lightly.

And this time?

He Lingchuan subconsciously looked around, then fixed his gaze on the direction of the tomb, frowning.

Seeing this, Qiu Hu also leaned over to look, then made a gesture: What's wrong? He Lingchuan said in a low voice, "The tomb is glowing, do you see it?"

After the King of the Que Beasts appeared, the strong winds and debris made the scene chaotic. Ten zhang away, others couldn't even pinpoint the location of the grave. But He Lingchuan saw red light emanating from the tomb, as conspicuous as a lamp in a snowy night.

Qiu Hu was a bit surprised. He leaned over to look again, then pulled back and shook his head at He Lingchuan: "I don't see it."

"You don't see the red light in the tomb?"

Qiu Hu's answer was very certain: "No, not even a little bit."

Only he could see it? He Lingchuan's heart stirred. Was this what the Floating Life Blade was desperately trying to warn him about? Red light... He looked up at the sky; red light was also flickering on the dome, almost in sync with the glow in the tomb.

Synchronized above and below.

He Lingchuan felt as if something was summoning him.

Was it Panlongcheng, or something else?

Should he risk responding to the summons? After all, having been through so many hardships and dangers, the Floating Life Blade had never steered him wrong.

He made his decision and instructed Qiu Hu: "I'm going over there. We'll keep in touch via the Eyeball Spider."

Go over? Qiu Hu was startled, but immediately nodded and turned to retreat. He hadn't seen the red light He Lingchuan mentioned, so there must be something abnormal ahead.

But the King of the Que Beasts had been lured away from the tomb by the Tiangong team; this might be the best time to seize the treasure.

He Lingchuan draped the skin of Lord Boshan over himself. Spotting the moment the King of the Que Beasts leaped far away, he exerted force and sprinted forward! The gale followed the King of the Que Beasts, leaving the tomb area unusually windless—a good opportunity.

His movement technique was extremely fast. With only three light taps of his toes on the ground, he covered dozens of zhang in an instant.

This was nothing less than the "Swallow Skimming the Water" technique.

However, as He Lingchuan landed for the second time, arrows from afar aimed at him and whistled through the air.

He had long since expanded his spiritual sense and was listening to everything around him. At that moment, he twisted his body and shifted his steps, letting the arrows graze past the outer side of his pant legs.

There really was a third force lurking nearby! With the cover of Lord Boshan's skin, others might not necessarily see him. But this treasure wasn't suitable for rapid movement, as it easily created visual discrepancies with the surroundings. Others felt something was amiss here, so they fired an arrow to test it.

He Lingchuan dodged in time, and with one more leap, he reached General Hong's tomb, seeing the dug-up grave mound.

The scars were shocking, but that red battle armor was far too familiar; even the sitting posture seemed to be the one General Hong often used.

It had been lying here in silent slumber for over 150 years! And there was the inconspicuous little pot in its arms.

Was this truly the main body of the Great Fang Hu?

If it were the real item, He Lingchuan would be greatly surprised.

Would the Great Fang Hu expose its true form and risk danger for his sake? This didn't align with his understanding.

Furthermore, it wasn't the little pot emitting the faint red glow, but General Hong's battle armor!

This point also exceeded He Lingchuan's expectations.

Was General Hong summoning him?

But he didn't have time to think; the King of the Que Beasts not far away seemed to sense something and suddenly turned its head to look over.

He was wearing the invisible snake skin, but the King of the Que Beasts' gaze was locked tightly onto him, without the slightest deviation.

It had seen through his disguise. With a low roar, it leaped straight toward him!

With a loud bang, the ground shook three times.

Except for General Hong's armor, which didn't move at all, almost everyone else nearby was shaken to the ground.

The King of the Que Beasts went straight to grab He Lingchuan.

Once grabbed, he would be crushed into a pulp; it would feel so good.

But He Lingchuan was one step ahead; his fingertips touched General Hong's armor first! In the eyes of the King of the Que Beasts, this person vanished into thin air.

Its swipe grabbed nothing but empty air.

Where was the person?

Its palm inevitably slapped onto General Hong's battle armor. The latter remained unmoved, but the King of the Que Beasts retracted its hand in a flash, shaking it twice.

The action was like a person slapping a hedgehog; one of them was bound to be in excruciating pain.

It clearly froze for a moment, as if pondering where He Lingchuan had gone.

But the next second, the King of the Que Beasts flew into a rage, rushed to a large temple thirty zhang away, and began smashing everything in sight.

A petty thief had actually slipped past its very eyes—unbearable, simply unbearable! Qiu Hu frowned as he watched its actions. This King of the Que Beasts was abnormally violent, as if filled with hatred for all living things, yet it occasionally thought—so did it have intelligence? This temple, which had stood firm through over a hundred years of wind and frost, had its outer walls made of stone, with each boulder weighing several tons. Yet, this solid temple was knocked down by this uninvited guest with a single shoulder-check! It wasn't just knocking things over for fun or venting; it casually grabbed boulders and hurled them at the Tiangong guards and the humans nearby—

Yes, there was another team hiding here, nearly twenty people. Qiu Hu didn't recognize them; he didn't know if they were some ragtag army or adventurers.

The Panlong Secret Realm was truly a mixed bag right now; no one could say for sure how many parties were involved.

This team had been hiding well, determined not to stick their necks out, but who knew disaster would jump right to their doorstep.

Boulders that a dozen people couldn't lift were like sandbags in its hands; it could throw them in any posture it liked.

Faced with such immense strength, the humans were smashed and fled in panic.

It picked up a few unlucky ones who had been flattened, tossed them into its mouth, and chewed with a crunch and a splash, then pursued the Tiangong team.

Qiu Hu watched silently, feeling no sympathy.

If they were afraid of death, they should have stayed away; hiding on the edge of the battlefield was nothing more than wanting to pick up a big bargain.

This is what they call "birds die for food."

The Tiangong attendants had already formed two battle formations, but they were clearly powerless against such a colossal, chieftain-level monster. They were broken in short order and had to fight while retreating.

From this, one could see that the combat power and discipline of the Tiangong team were far superior to other teams; facing such a monster, they could still cover each other while retreating, minimizing losses.

Just then, the King of the Que Beasts suddenly stopped its advance, leaped into the air, and jumped back to General Hong's tomb.

Qiu Hu watched from afar and realized He Lingchuan was right: it had been guarding this tomb all along, refusing to leave.

What was this, a tomb-guarding beast? It smashed heavily into the air on its left.

With a muffled "hum," five people were suddenly revealed there.

It turned out others had been hiding, trying to steal the Great Fang Hu while the King of the Que Beasts was lured away, only to be caught red-handed.

Although these people were exposed, they weren't easily swatted away. The faint light hovering above their heads turned back into a Lamp Spirit.

The golden light of the Lamp Spirit illuminated the livid face of He Jing, the Tiangong's Cloud Envoy.

The massive King of the Que Beasts was face-to-face with him, only four or five zhang away. It opened its mouth and roared, and cold air mixed with flesh and ice shards blew out—foul and stinking. Fortunately, it was blocked by the Lamp Spirit's barrier, otherwise, everything it touched would have frozen instantly.

This thing could actually see through illusions; the plan to avoid fighting and steal the target had failed.

To get the Great Fang Hu, it seemed a head-on battle was the only way.

Just as he touched General Hong's battle armor, red light flared before He Lingchuan's eyes, suddenly becoming dazzling.

He subconsciously closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was shocked to find himself in the middle of an ocean, surrounded by pale red seawater that felt warm.