Chapter 160: Forgetting to Turn Off the Mic Is Also a Tactic

Moonlight poured from the heavens, but Feng Xue stared fixedly at the sea chart provided by Xiao Lingdang.

The Cursing Method converted Qi to power Mo Ying's constant movement inside and outside the cabin, as the Hutian Bag went in and out repeatedly, transferring not only its contents but also Xiao Lingdang's tablet and core code along with it.

The island where the temple stood had been utterly abandoned; the Admiral-class warships of the Sea People, along with the hunter ships that had silently encircled from the periphery, all reoriented, slowly surrounding the sea area where Feng Xue was located.

Yet Feng Xue showed no intention of fleeing; in his hand he held a brush, continuously dipping it in ink infused with Qi, writing various runes around the jade rabbit pendant placed at the center of the altar.

Among them were old Cursing Methods passed down by Senior Li, and new techniques deduced by Xiao Lingdang through exhaustive computation—these runes formed Qi rings that completely sealed the rigid phantom of the Immortal God, leaving only a single opening at the top for the flow of prayer energy.

Time slipped second by second; the clash between the Sea People and the Land Seekers intensified, and the search circle had locked onto Feng Xue's location—the nearest hunter ship was now only two kilometers away!

Fortunately, Feng Xue had added another Ghost Wall, allowing him to evade detection.

But this was no long-term solution; even if the Sea People rarely used technological equipment, repeated attempts would eventually reveal this area that could never be approached.

"Why is it taking so long?!"

Feng Xue stared fixedly at the red dot marked on the sea chart—this location came from the Elder of the Abyss, marking the position of the Sea People's Admiral-class warship.

According to the latest report, it should arrive in just a few minutes.

While the Land Seekers hoped he would delay, Feng Xue only cursed his slowness—everything was ready; if he didn't come, how could he…

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the surrounding mist shattered as the Admiral-class warship deactivated its "Mist Submersion" divine art; atop the central mast, the ghostly blue luminous stela ignited, and the prayer energy of the entire sea screamed in anguish.

The priest's chants began to spread, like a spark, instantly igniting the ocean's divine prayer energy.

The power once lying flat beneath the waves surged upward; the entire ocean boiled. One after another, starting from the Admiral-class warship, Vice-Admiral, Colonel, then hunter ships—all divine warships began echoing with priestly chants.

Voices converged into bundles, forming solidified chains that wove into a spiderweb-like net, seemingly ready to completely cover the reef area where Dayunhao lay—except for one red glow at the Admiral's fixed point, which then transformed into a blade, stabbing straight toward them!

"Ried family hunters? How could they cooperate with the Sea God Church? And why did the Sea God Church accept?!" Phina's mind brimmed with fierce confusion; the disbelief robbed even her near-death sensation of its thrill.

"No!" Phina glanced at Feng Xue, who was still chanting—even if she didn't understand, she knew he was at a critical moment. Unlike the utterly rational Sara, who prioritized survival above all, Phina refused to let her own actions cause his preparation to fail.

Ignoring Sara's warnings, Phina, holding the highest authorization, forcibly completed the fusion—but this time, the result was utterly unlike before; the fused Phina showed almost no trace of beastly traits.

No triangular beast ears, no sharp fangs, no piercing claws, not even her fluffy tail remained.

Only a luxurious white fur coat draped over her, yet worn with a defiance utterly opposite to its opulence.

The white figure leapt from Dayunhao's crow's nest, like a white rainbow, charging straight toward that streak of light.

Feng Xue had no attention to spare for Phina's actions—his awaited moment had arrived!

Just as the spiderweb net was about to close, and the public channel's Iron Curtain had begun calling in reinforcements to delay his main cannon's charge, Feng Xue suddenly spoke:

"I'll do it."

With no preamble, Feng Xue tore off the peace pendant used to disguise himself as a Moon Worshipper and pressed it directly onto the crown of the Immortal God's phantom.

Pressing the pendant with one finger, Feng Xue used his left hand to reinsert three incense sticks into the censer, then—"as if by accident"—grabbed the bronze hammer and struck the ritual drum, loudly chanting through the full-channel broadcast opened by Xiao Lingdang:

"Drum, bell, incense, and censer connect the Three Treasures; one strike of the ritual drum shakes heaven, two strikes shake earth, I beat the gong and stir heaven and earth, burn incense, light candles, summon the spirits—invoke the Moon God, Ma Wu, to calm the seas and reach the altar, the lunar phase guides the tides, the bright light…"

Before the incantation ended, the moonlight drifting freely in the sky seemed stirred by some force—a thin but extremely close tendril, like a giant sword falling from the heavens, plunged straight toward Dayunhao!

The Ghost Wall and Ghost Veil shattered instantly beneath this divine wrath; the moment the moonlight caught sight of Dayunhao, it collided violently with the Sea God's barrier.

Dozens of Sea God priests spat blood simultaneously, yet immediately erupted in furious rage.

How dare a mere local Moon God disrespect the Sea God?

Even though they rarely used technological weapons, the Sea People still understood the moon's influence on tides—and precisely because they understood, their anger burned fiercer.

For this was tantamount to declaring the Moon God could suppress the Sea God!

Could this be tolerated?

The Sea God Church, which had ruled the planet for a thousand years, faced this as if medieval Christianity encountered the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult—their fury surged uncontrollably!

No unified command was needed; nearly every Sea God priest simultaneously increased their output. The barrier, originally meant only to isolate and trap the hidden target, instantly expanded, crashing violently against the Moon God's tendril.

Shattered moonlight rained down; Liu Yunxi, having been forewarned, was ecstatic—once Feng Xue "finally" "realized" he had "forgotten" to turn off the communication channel and terminated the broadcast, she frantically absorbed the moonlight's power amid the looping chants: "You look human," "You look like a snake," "You look human," "You look like a snake…"

From afar, Dayunhao now glowed with a soft lunar radiance, continuously drawing in the Moon God's divine power that pierced through the Sea God's barrier.

The Sea God Admiral's face had turned ashen; if this were merely a remnant of a terrestrial sect, it might be manageable—but now, even a minor Moon God's follower had intervened. If they failed to crush him now, and he tasted victory, more divine favorites would inevitably join in!

Realizing this, the Sea God Admiral tore the pearl from around his neck and shoved it into his mouth; as his throat convulsed, a deep, ghostly blue power surged from the ocean's depths toward him!

(End of Chapter)