Chapter 858

He had been here when he first entered the Panlong Illusion; he would occasionally linger in this ocean when dreaming at night; but it wasn't until he returned to the Panlong Desert last time that he truly felt its vastness. Yet, this ocean brought him no fear at all; he could still breathe freely in the water without the Turtle Pearl.

Then, he discovered a streak of red light rushing toward him not far away.

Logically speaking, the one dodging the pursuit of the giant red shadow in this ocean should have been the avatar of Naluotian.

However, it wasn't.

The feeling this red light gave him was both familiar and intimate.

This was not Naluotian.

Something that could appear in the ocean of the Great Fang Hu and give him this feeling...

Uh, General Hong? In the gloomy distance, a dozen chains suddenly extended like spirit snakes to capture the red light.

The red light dodged left and right, always maneuvering within a hair's breadth, narrowly avoiding them.

This showed it was far more capable than the Hundred-Faced Nightmare, which was captured in an instant with almost no room to resist.

These dozen chains seemed specifically designed to break supernatural powers.

He Lingchuan certainly knew clearly where they came from—

The giant red shadow.

The scene before him truly left him baffled.

If the giant red shadow represented the will of the Great Fang Hu, and the red light was General Hong or something released by General Hong, why would the giant red shadow chase and capture it?

Wasn't this infighting?

Were the goals of the Great Fang Hu, himself, and General Hong not aligned? The Great Fang Hu definitely wanted to digest the lid; He Lingchuan wanted to resolve the divine mark Naluotian left in his mind; so what was General Hong's purpose? Why would it appear in this ocean? He Lingchuan tried hard to recall the scenes where he had seen General Hong. It seemed to only appear in the Panlong world, not the secret realm he was currently experiencing.

Connecting this to the fact that there were only Que Beasts and human teams in this dilapidated secret realm, with no General Hong or Gale Army, and none of his familiar comrades or fellow villagers, a new guess formed in his mind.

As his thoughts raced, he didn't remain idle, trying his best to swim toward the red light.

He was now certain that the one summoning him through the Floating Life Blade and the battle armor was General Hong! This red light had broken through layers of obstacles to find him; it must have a crucial purpose.

He hadn't forgotten that Naluotian was still at large, and the danger he faced hadn't been eradicated.

Meeting up with General Hong as soon as possible should be very beneficial for him.

The chains became more numerous and flexible, weaving a large net around the red light before rapidly contracting.

General Hong rushed through one mesh of the net, only to find another waiting for it. The net tightened faster and faster, leaving it with less and less room to maneuver.

The giant red shadow was in no hurry, proceeding step by step.

Each chain was covered in dense Three-Corpse Worms, and there were treacherous whirlpools all around; the red light didn't even dare to touch the edges.

Once touched, it would be like a fish hooked by Zhu Xiuer's spider silk, unable to escape.

This sea area was the giant red shadow's home turf; once inside, no one could escape being ensnared by it—

Not even General Hong.

As the saying goes, the sea of law is boundless.

He Lingchuan swam forward desperately, plunging into the chain formation.

Before and behind him, huge chains continuously surged from the deep sea like pillars supporting the sky. In just this short while, there must have been hundreds of them.

The Great Fang Hu seemed to be getting serious too.

The dull clanging sounds transmitted through the seawater into his ears as he buried his head and swam toward the giant cage.

Directly below, another massive shadow was continuously approaching.

The giant red shadow was coming.

The scene in the sea was eerie and absurd.

The meshes formed by the chain formation became denser, while the space inside became smaller.

Fortunately, He Lingchuan was getting closer and closer to the red light; twenty zhang away...

Eighteen zhang...

Fifteen zhang...

Another chain suddenly rose, blocking exactly between him and the red light.

It was too late.

He Lingchuan drew the Floating Life Blade and slashed out without hesitation.

The unstoppable blade edge struck the chain with a "clang," but left only a shallow mark. It did, however, slice off the dozen Three-Corpse Worms attached to it, and the remaining ones roared at He Lingchuan.

This strike was nothing more than a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

Taking advantage of this, several more chains rose, trying to forcibly separate him from the red light.

This broken pot really didn't do human things! He Lingchuan was almost angered to the point of internal injury.

Over these past years, who had he been working so hard for?

Seeing the chain cage about to form, he had a flash of inspiration and simply tore off the Divine Bone necklace from his neck, wrapped it around his fist, and roared: "Move aside!"

Then, he punched out at the chain.

The strength of the Divine Bone necklace certainly couldn't be compared to the chains, and his punch was full of force, as if he were determined to shatter it.

But He Lingchuan knew clearly that the Divine Bone necklace also represented the Great Fang Hu; it was an important channel for this broken pot to communicate with the outside world and with him.

Didn't the pot want to stop General Hong? Let it fight itself first.

At this juncture, even if the Divine Bone shattered, He Lingchuan wouldn't feel the slightest regret.

Just as he was about to hit the chain, the Divine Bone suddenly flashed with red light.

The previously immovable giant chain shifted outward along with his fist, like a spider web disturbed by the wind.

Just shifting a small corner was enough for a living person like him to squeeze through.

The red light immediately pounced over.

This two-way rush was finally a success.

He Lingchuan opened his palm, and the red light dove into it without hesitation.

At the same time, the Three-Corpse Worms attached to the chains also pierced into He Lingchuan's body. Sadness, pain, helplessness, fear, and other negative emotions erupted together, and countless voices mocked him in unison.

Mocking him for overestimating his capabilities, mocking him for bringing trouble upon himself, mocking him for being a mantis trying to stop a chariot, mocking him for being a mere ant trying to defy fate.

With a hum, He Lingchuan's head almost exploded.

Anyone else subjected to this would likely lose their mind instantly.

Fortunately, his palm felt a burning sensation, as if he were grabbing a red-hot iron block through water.

Hiss, it hurts!

That excruciating pain dragged him back to reality instantly.

He Lingchuan opened his palm, and it was completely unscathed.

The pain came swiftly and left decisively.

He looked down and discovered a blood-red glowing mark had appeared at the Taiyuan acupoint at the base of his right wrist, as if it had just been branded on.

The intertwined patterns looked like both a whirlwind and a lotus flower; He Lingchuan couldn't be more familiar with it: this was the mark of the Gale Army!

In his mind, the clamor of the Three-Corpse Worms had also vanished, leaving only a cold voice that left him two sentences:

Naluotian's avatar is still here and will come looking for you.

At the most appropriate moment, activate my armor.

Under his gaze, the last trace of red light buried itself into the mark.

The light and the voice vanished together, leaving only the mark on his wrist.

At the same moment, the giant chains around him retreated one after another, and the steel cage disintegrated instantly.

Sure enough, they weren't targeting He Lingchuan.

Since the red light had been collected by him, this ocean seemed to stop its busywork, becoming vast and tranquil once again.

The shadow directly below, however, was getting larger and larger.

The giant red shadow was coming, and it hadn't slowed down.

He didn't know when it started, but it had become even larger. Compared to it, He Lingchuan was like an ant before a giant whale.

The giant red shadow swam straight upward, opening its abyssal mouth toward him.

There were no teeth in that huge mouth, only a deep, dark hole like a nightmare!

This black hole could easily fit one or two hundred He Lingchuans.

Inside the huge mouth were also dense Three-Corpse Worms.

He Lingchuan felt a chill down his spine. This scene was equally terrifying no matter how many times he saw it.

But he didn't resist, because he inexplicably believed that the Great Fang Hu wouldn't harm him.

At least not for now.

Then, he was engulfed by endless darkness.

Only the Gale Army mark on his wrist was emitting a faint red glow. He Lingchuan pressed his hand over it: it felt as if a cavity of molten lava was sealed inside this mark, or like a ferocious beast was sealed within, ready to move at any moment.

He could feel that power, unwilling to remain dormant.

Recalling General Hong's recent instructions, a thought sprouted in He Lingchuan's mind: Was it because General Hong had rushed out of the Panlong world to find him without permission, defying the rules of the Great Fang Hu, that the giant red shadow had pursued that speck of red light so relentlessly? Everything in the secret realm was proceeding step by step; why did General Hong suddenly find him? He Lingchuan could only think of one reason: Naluotian.

The avatar of the God of Fate was still lurking somewhere, waiting to launch a fatal blow against him.

What General Hong wanted to do was more than just warn him.

He Lingchuan's heart stirred. Then, when he entered the Panlong ruins last time, was the promise that he "would not be harmed here" made by the Great Fang Hu, or by Zhong Shengguang?

Judging from General Hong's actions, it was clearly the latter.

It had inherited Zhong Shengguang's legacy and also taken up Zhong Shengguang's promise to He Lingchuan.

He Chunhua looked at the sky.

The firmament dimmed; the green light, red light, and the giant red shadow were all gone, and the clouds returned to normal.

The chase in the sky just now seemed like nothing more than a hallucination.

He Chunhua looked at the statue in his hand again: the green light on its surface had also vanished.

This divine descent summons had actually failed! He Chunhua stared at it, distraught, his eyes not blinking for a long time. He didn't even reply when Zhao Qinghe called him, as if he himself had solidified into a statue.

His voice was distraught: "The avatar, the God's avatar... could it have been devoured?"

Judging from what he had just witnessed, it seemed so.

Naluotian was known as the "God of Fate," yet even the avatar of "Fate" could be eaten by the Great Fang Hu? Unbelievable!

Was this trap arranged in advance by the vengeful ghost occupying Chuan'er's body? He had just casually shouted "Zhong Shengguang" earlier; after all, there were countless evil ghosts inside the Great Fang Hu, who knew which one was occupying his eldest son's body? But would the Great Fang Hu help an ordinary evil ghost? At this moment, he truly suspected his eldest son was possessed by Zhong Shengguang! Zhao Qinghe grabbed him and leaped twice, moving away from General Hong's tomb.

As soon as they arrived, they realized the situation was wrong: Tiangong powerhouses had descended, and there was an even more terrifying leader among the monster herd!

With monsters hunting humans and the King of the Que Beasts fighting the Tiangong, they didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.

This bargain of the Great Fang Hu was too heavy; they probably couldn't pick it up.

(End of Chapter)