Chapter 158: with translation of chapter title

A single illusory flower isn't hard to break; once Xing uses the flame spear to charge, the flower will quickly burn away in the blaze. But the real trouble lies in the power of abundance—the illusory flower is linked to the Jianmu Mystic Root, and before its petals are fully scorched, new petals are already reborn in the flames.

"Xing, just like last time……" Wa'erte exchanged a tacit glance with Xing, and the next second a conjured Thus: Black Hole descended upon the Jianmu Mystic Root.

The Thus: Black Hole, at a speed visible to the naked eye, dissolved and devoured the mystic root; lacking power support, the illusory flower's glow quickly faded, rotting and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

……Effective!

Sanyueqi was about to jump up excitedly, but she hadn't even tiptoed when a sudden gust rose around them, as if countless dark clouds were being herded in, wrapping the Jianmu Mystic Root like an iron barrel.

Xing suddenly felt the light before her eyes dim——

She extended her fist to rub her eyes, closed her eyes, felt a sharp pain in her eyes. In a daze, she saw a patch of "dark clouds" slowly blowing toward Wa'erte farther away.

After a moment, she realized something was wrong:

——Indeed wrong!

This is the Scale Abyss Realm; they are inside the space sealing the Jianmu Mystic Root, all around is only mist—where did the dark clouds come from?

Xing instinctively lifted her head; only then did she see that the so-called dark clouds were actually a huge fan large enough to cover the sky. Phantasma, seeing the mystic root severed, reached out a hand, intending to blow Wa'erte away with a gale.

"Mr. Wa'erte!"

Danhen blurted out instinctively, but the water dragon in his hand hadn't yet condensed; at the critical moment, a burly golden figure appeared beside Phantasma.

——Divine Monarch!

A blocking assault came suddenly, fierce as a raging storm.

Death God——

Inside the Seireitei.

——Great! It's the Divine Monarch! Kuchiki Rukia could hardly conceal her excitement, blurting out.

After witnessing Phantasma's towering, mountain-like physique and personally feeling that suffocating pressure, it's undeniable……her mind had once been overtaken by pessimistic thoughts.

Phantasma does not solely use destructive power; with the blessing of abundance, this is almost a dead-end for General Jingyuan and the Train Crew.

But upon seeing the Divine Monarch raise his battle-axe toward Phantasma, she involuntarily let out a long sigh……

Yeah, Jingyuan is also an Emissary; since it's an Emissary-level battle, we shouldn't completely underestimate either side, especially since the Divine Monarch is a power granted by the Hunt Star God.

"As long as we sever Phantasma's link to the Jianmu, we still have a chance, but this seems hard to pull off……Can Danhen draw Phantasma's attention?"

After a long sigh, Jingle Chunshui sat in the captain's chair, right hand propping his chin, left hand lightly tapping the armrest. Even though the battle of the Train Crew in the projection had little relation to the current Seireitei, Shunsui instinctively began analyzing the battle situation.

As the Divine Monarch's blade fell in the projection, all the captains felt a flash before their eyes, as if they had heard a thunderclap.

——They had endured countless battles, but never heard such a heavy, loud thunderclap; it almost made the earth of Soul Society tremble.

"Phew, this blade……I thought the Divine Monarch was going to slash into Seireitei." Pingzi Zhenzi let out a long breath, he narrowed his eyes; that fleeting flash momentarily blurred his vision, and after his vision recovered, he instinctively looked toward Sui Feng seated directly opposite——

Not just his gaze……at least six or seven captains directed their eyes at her; in everyone's impression, only her Bankai【Hornet Thunder God Whip】could produce such a massive impact.

"Please, don't look at me……my Bankai can't produce this kind of power." Sui Feng naturally understood what everyone meant by looking at her, spreading her hands helplessly.

Though her Bankai is immensely powerful, its destructive effect is limited to Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and the living world……In terms of strength, she is quite self-aware; even if her Bankai's power were multiplied tenfold, it would still fall far short of the Divine Monarch's strike.

At the end of the day……Emissary-level power is on a completely different dimension from theirs, right?!

"Look! The Divine Monarch's strike is taking effect!"

With Kuchiki Rukia's excited voice, the captains all turned their gaze back to the projection, and only then did they notice that part of Phantasma's left hand had begun to gradually disintegrate.

"Making a last stand." Phantasma's voice remained calm and unhurried; under the blessing of abundance, her damaged body was regenerating at an extremely rapid pace.

"But she also realized that, among these people, Jingyuan, who is likewise an Emissary, is the most troublesome."

"Try breaking free from this cage?" She raised her hand, and instantly countless vines sprouted from the ground, surging from all directions toward Jingyuan.

"Just some vines—a single sword stroke can cut them." Jingyuan chuckled lightly, turned his battle-axe in hand, and in an instant cut all the surrounding vines.

"But with the blessing of abundance, these severed vines quickly regrow, once again coiling and reaching toward Jingyuan."

"In an instant, Jingyuan was like a general charging onto the battlefield, his brilliance impossible to conceal even amid thousands of troops; his battle-axe flew like the wind, like supple grass in the breeze, like the free-flowing cursive of a scholar's brush, inscribing itself upon this parchment filled with white mist."

"So cool! Jingyuan!"

Watching Jingyuan's godlike combat, Xiuta'erk let out an excited shout; at the same time, the other patrons in the tavern were infected by his cry, raising their glasses in cheers for Jingyuan's performance.

"Beat her! Jingyuan! Just like my wife beats me, beat her!"

"She's definitely not agile at her size—Xing, quickly jab her with the flame spear!"

"I thought Phantasma had some other tricks, but after all this fuss she's just like the Mystic Deer, only knowing how to summon branches."

……

Hearing the tavern patrons' discussion, Filien also felt the situation was looking great; although Jingyuan hadn't posed a real threat to Phantasma, this Dragon Lord Danhen hadn't truly acted yet.

If Danhen makes a move, the balance of victory might be tipped.

"Phantasma isn't causing them much trouble, is she?" Xiuta'erk laughed heartily, "I just don't know when Danhen and Xing will act—letting Jingyuan wear down isn't a solution either; we also need to make this nasty woman feel pain."

"I don't think it's that simple." Fulilian rested her chin on one hand, softly saying: "Phantasma's identity is that of a Destruction Emissary, but so far she hasn't used 'Destruction'; she's been fighting with 'Abundance' instead, as if she intends to deliberately consume—"

The conversation was abruptly cut off.

Suddenly, Fulilian's face turned pale as she sensed something.

Almost in an instant, Fulilian pressed Filien's and Xiuta'erk's heads toward her, the elf mage who had lived over a thousand years emitting such a tense tremor for the first time:

"Filien, close your eyes, and under no circumstances open them."