Chapter 352: Fire Department General: Weihuo Hu

While formulating the battle plan.

Including Wu Xian, all new devotees looked down on the Three Immortals.

This disdain was not born of arrogance, but formed naturally under multiple factors.

First, all three Immortal incarnations had been slain, and they possessed intelligence on the Three Immortals.

Second, the Three Immortals possessed human traits; from mere feeling, they seemed less terrifying and failed to instill unknown fear.

Finally, as the final bosses, there were three of them, and individually their strength was not as great as other Fudi bosses, so they exerted little pressure.

With these three premises, plus accumulated deity-offering items, dropped incarnation items, aid from the City God, and other factors combined, everyone naturally felt defeating the Three Immortals was a sure thing—how could they possibly lose?

But…

They had intelligence on the Three Immortals—the Three Immortals had intelligence on them too!

The Three Immortals possessed human traits; though they seemed unthreatening, precisely because they were human, they could think like humans and find flaws in their plan.

Individually, the Three Immortals were weak, but they could coordinate to compensate for each other's weaknesses and cognitive gaps! The devotees treated them like beasts, never realizing they faced not beasts, but hunters just like themselves—yet far stronger!

What use is a clearly laid trap before such hunters? …

Wu Xian pulled his thoughts back.

Now, dwelling on past mistakes was meaningless; the most important thing was how he himself could survive.

"What should I do next? Unleash my ultimate move?"

Wu Xian shook his head sharply.

"No, using my ultimate requires me to escape on my own or have someone arrive to back me up. Under current conditions, if I throw the boomerang, the enraged Three Immortals will kill me instantly."

"By the time they decide outside and someone enters, I'll already be fertilizer in the soil."

"Moreover, I'm not just trying to survive—I must win, and create opportunities for those who come after. If everyone gets one-shot upon entry, this whole performance isn't worth continuing."

"Wait… fertilizer in the soil!"

Bowing his head, Wu Xian's eyes suddenly gleamed.

He felt a sudden surge of relief—he was glad that when he worshipped the deity, he hadn't been swayed by overconfidence, hadn't blindly boosted his combat power, but had left himself an escape route! Otherwise, today's situation would have been truly dire.

Thinking of this,

Wu Xian raised his hand, shook it slightly, and the bloodstained boomerang vanished into his deck of cards; then the card inscribed with the Fire Department General Technique landed in his palm.

BOOM! Wu Xian was punched flying, slamming into the wall and sliding down.

The porcelain immortal, two meters tall like a ceramic giant, stood where Wu Xian had been, his fist still mid-swing.

After suffering several setbacks, the Three Immortals long knew the devotees' strange methods, so they refused to give Wu Xian any chance to activate his ability—he'd barely raised his hand when he was blasted away.

Wu Xian rose from the ground; around his body, the blurred lotus-vine patterns were crumbling—the protective shield generated by the porcelain immortal's ring had saved his life!

Seeing Wu Xian still alive,

the porcelain immortal glided forward, its fist the size of a sandbag smashing through the air like a mallet.

Wu Xian barely dodged, trying to use the porcelain immortal's arm to push off and leap away—but as soon as the immortal raised its hand, Wu Xian was flung again, losing his hidden cards, which scattered like petals in the wind.

"This monster… compared to the incarnations, it's a world apart."

Wu Xian sweated profusely from pain, his vision blurred and ears ringing; the hand that touched the porcelain immortal was twisted like a twisted rope.

The Three Immortals' incarnations possessed only one-third of the original's strength; the current porcelain immortal had only two-thirds of the original's power—meaning theoretically, it should be only twice as strong as its incarnation. Yet the gap was far greater than expected.

Before Wu Xian could dwell further, the porcelain immortal charged like a ceramic tank—he had no time to dodge, so he enlarged the Wubao Linglong Tower, enveloping himself as a shield.

THUD! The porcelain immortal's fist struck the Linglong Tower, producing a deafening crash.

The already overburdened Linglong Tower finally shattered with a roar—but from within it, a flaming hand shot out and slammed onto the porcelain immortal's face.

Huh… huh…

Flames roared, their trails outlining a phantom figure.

The figure stood eight feet tall, its face like a dappled tiger, clad in armor, wielding twin blades, flame ribbons coiled around shoulders and arms, and behind it stretched a tail of flame over ten feet long!

This was the Fire Department General—Weihuo Hu! Of course, it was merely a divine phantom, not the true Fire Department General—but its presence was terrifying enough.

The porcelain immortal froze.

How had Wu Xian suddenly changed after the Linglong Tower appeared?

Doesn't matter—just strike anyway!

The porcelain immortal moved to attack, but the Weihuo Hu spat a gout of flame smoke, then vanished in a flash and lunged at the paper immortal standing nearby.

Among the Three Immortals,

the porcelain immortal feared fire least, the paper immortal feared it most—so assigning Weihuo Hu to target the paper immortal was optimal.

The paper immortal was no pushover; it waved its hand, and strips of paper formed a vast net, sweeping toward Weihuo Hu, while the flower immortal lifted her skirt, revealing thick, long vines that coiled upward from below.

Facing this heavenly net of combined attacks,

Weihuo Hu swung its twin blades wildly, burning through paper strips and vines to carve a gap, then vanished in a flash, its massive dragon tail striking between the paper and flower immortals.

BOOM! Flames exploded, engulfing both flower and paper immortals—only the crackling of fire remained in the air.

Moments later,

the smoke cleared.

The flower and paper immortals still stood in place; the flower immortal's hem was slightly charred, the paper immortal's face bore minor holes—but Weihuo Hu had vanished.

Wu Xian's Fire Department General Technique was a rare-grade talisman, but his duplication and dual-cast methods were common-grade, so the four duplicated Fire Department General talismans were all common-grade—achieving this result with a single common-grade talisman was already extraordinary.

"Where is he? Where is he?"

The porcelain immortal stared wildly, searching for Wu Xian—but the hall was empty; Wu Xian had disappeared. He angrily demanded of the paper immortal:

"You said you could trap him—how did he escape the Yin Realm?"

The flower immortal's face turned icy: "I personally fed him the potion—the dosage was enough to trap him in the Yin Realm for days. There's no way it failed!"

The porcelain immortal clapped its hands and burst into laughter.

"I get it—this kid was terrified by my power, so he used a suicide move, transformed into that fire-being, trying to strike back before dying."

"Even if he burned to ash, he could only inflict this tiny bit of damage on us."

Hearing this,

Wu Xian finally relaxed.

All his flashy maneuvers were meant to steer the Three Immortals toward this exact conclusion.

(End of Chapter)