Chapter 198: The Situation Reverses (Please Subscribe)

Taking advantage of the moment the formation shifted, Fu Yong suddenly launched a surprise attack on his companion. Due to the tightly interconnected nature of their Qi, and with Tang Yiping's attack arriving simultaneously, it caused eighty percent casualties in an instant, causing the formation to collapse in a heartbeat.

At the same time, the armored soldiers seemed to receive a secret signal. Taking advantage of the moment of shocked, petrified hesitation from Du En's guards, they used self-detonation as a vanguard for a sudden counterattack, which caused the previously favorable situation to disintegrate and left them tangled in a mess once again.

Tang Yiping was startled into a sudden jolt, as if he had only just realized something. Amidst surging magic power, he poured it into the Crimson Palace of the middle dantian that had only just been opened, shattering a jade pendant that had been quietly stored within.

The previously scattered operational arrangements were now directly linked together. Primarily surrounding Du En's side, evil monsters emerged one after another; without a moment's hesitation, they roared and lunged toward the delicacies in their eyes.

A rapid decay from a single point to the entire surface!

The previously excellent situation had fallen into a state of extreme passivity in an instant.

Had it not been for Du En's consistently calm response and the sufficient quantity of four hundred magic tools, they would have lost two out of three points under this sudden, fierce onslaught and fallen into total defeat.

But even as it stood, this only delayed the development of their defeat, because as Tang Yiping and Fu Yong joined the siege against Meng Changqing, the leader, it was clear that he too would be in precarious danger.

"Why... no, that's not right. In this situation, emotional deposit? Are you one of Third Senior Sister's people?"

Meng Changqing was first shocked by Fu Yong's betrayal, but then realized it in a flash. He glared at the Envoy's side before looking back at Fu Yong, saying only: "Stupid! That stinking woman, to think she would actually do this, it's truly stupid!"

To these words, Fu Yong remained silently mute, his expression highly complex.

The so-called emotional deposit is a secret technique that can extract a person's true experiences and preserve them in a specific object, or even a passage of a mantra.

Such a person's own perceived experiences are all false fabrications, until someone undoes the secret technique and returns the deposited experiences, which will instantly crush the false memories and restore the original self.

In other words, from the very beginning, Fu Yong was a subordinate of that other absent person, arranged under Meng Changqing's command as a hidden pawn, waiting only to be activated at a critical moment.

It was precisely because the Envoy had reached a cooperation with that person that they obtained that mantra, allowing them to play this card right now and, in coordination with another card they had originally prepared, achieve a two-pronged approach that instantly reversed the situation.

However, even so, it was still...

"Time to retreat."

Du En spoke calmly.

The Envoy's train of thought was interrupted, and they shifted their gaze over.

The problem lay with this person.

In any so-called scheme or calculation, the most critical point is always the information gap.

With Fu Yong exposed and the evil monsters descending, the information gap had favored the Envoy's side before these two events occurred; but if they could not secure a victory in one burst, the advantage of the information gap would begin to shift.

Thus, the Envoy and Fu Yong, without prior agreement, directly increased their output.

But the other person participating in the siege, Tang Yiping, had not yet realized this point!

He laughed wildly at this moment and said: "Retreat? You still want to run? I tell you, none of you are running! All of you, just die here for me!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he saw Du En unleash a terrifying offensive no less formidable than the self-detonations of the armored soldiers.

Exploding magic tools!

First, all of the second-tier upper-middle grade ones were detonated, triggering a wide-range coverage that forced even the fearless armored soldiers to retreat and flee, pulling back several hundred feet away.

Then, amidst Tang Yiping's stunned gaze, from the mushrooming dust, second-tier peak-grade magic tools were fired out, directly delivering a comprehensive, all-encompassing bombardment.

Boom, boom, boom...

When it needs to be used, it must be used; there would be no stinginess. One thousand second-tier peak-grade magic tools that had just been acquired were all poured out by Du En!

One must know, the peak-grade magic tools provided by Meng Changqing were truly excellent; the power of their self-detonation was absolutely no less than those of the armored soldiers!

The current round of wide-range bombardment, which also focused on striking Tang Yiping—the weak link at the Golden Core stage—immediately blasted him into continuous wails. By the time he struggled to dig himself out of the scorched earth, he had lost an arm, half his body was mangled, a leg was broken, and he had become a one-eyed dragon with a ruined face!

"Wah!"

Spitting out a mouthful of old blood, he stumbled and looked up, only to see the ground covered in severed limbs and fragments amidst the curling black smoke, with the stench of charred flesh and blood everywhere.

The evil monsters were wiped out, and two-thirds of the armored soldiers were dead.

Most importantly, there was no sign of Du En and his group.

Because Meng Changqing, responding to his words, had decisively taken the opportunity to break through the encirclement and reach Du En—who had just finished detonating his magic tools and could not help but spit blood—and used his trump card, spatial displacement, to move all the remaining people of their side away.

As his thoughts returned to normal, Tang Yiping realized that Meng Changqing had indeed broken through and escaped from his side.

It wasn't that the magic tool detonation had hit before he could react, but that they had already begun to break through after Du En called out.

He had been too concerned with his own sharp tongue at the time, was careless, and hadn't stopped them...

Thinking of this, the remaining small portion of Tang Yiping's face twitched, and he felt a sense of nausea and dizziness, as if the sky were about to collapse.

"I don't understand what use you have for keeping a piece of trash like him?"

Fu Yong's voice came, making Tang Yiping tremble involuntarily.

He looked up in trepidation, not even daring to use his divine sense, and carefully observed the Envoy's expression.

But the mood on this side seemed quite good?

The Envoy was indeed in a good mood at the moment; despite the setback in the plan and the loss of troops and generals on their side, they stood there with composure, victory seemingly in their grasp, even if they looked a bit disheveled from the traces left by the previous fierce attack.

Fu Yong also noticed this and could not help but frown secretly.

"Although he is quite useless, to be honest, I don't believe you would really stop Changqing to the death."

Tang Yiping hadn't stopped them, but it wasn't for lack of wanting to.

But as for Fu Yong, he seemed to be putting in a lot of effort, yet how could the Envoy not see his true intentions?

This caused his expression to change.

"You intentionally pretended not to know about Du En's magic tool self-detonation technique, so your goal should be achieved now, right?"

"... And what if it is?"

"Then, I advise you to prepare yourself mentally, because things might not develop as you wish."

"... Is this something you are happy to see?"

Fu Yong realized he seemed to have been seen through, and his voice became sullen. Turning his head, he asked tentatively: "A few gaps were accidentally blasted open over there by Du En; aren't you going in to check the situation?"

Hearing him say this, Tang Yiping, who had just let out a sigh of relief, subconsciously glanced over.

He only saw that the inner courtyard wall had been blasted open with several holes; dark bricks and stones were falling inward at this moment, but no echoes could be heard, appearing quite eerie.

(End of chapter)