Chapter 792: General Qing's Battle 3

Her kidney is gone.

But she has already experienced injuries of this magnitude several times in the past few rounds.

She reached out and patted the wound; azure light flared in her palm, and new muscle tissue and skin grew outward from the wound's edge at a visibly rapid pace.

But in that very second, the monster had already charged to her front.

On its faceless visage, a vertical mouth split from forehead to chin; its lips peeled back, revealing concentric rows of tiny teeth that all opened, like a carnivorous flower blooming.

Dozens of branches shot out from its back simultaneously; the flowers at their tips all opened their eyes, and dozens of blood‑red pupils locked onto Qingque.

One of its hands rose; its fingers, woven from golden wooden fibers, spread, and each fingertip bore a vertical pupil, all staring at Qingque.

Qingque couldn't dodge.

Her newly regenerated body hadn't fully regained balance, and the jade plate shield beneath her feet couldn't adjust its angle in time.

She stared at the reaching hand; the five fingers drew ever closer to her face, and the palm grew larger and larger in her view—

Finally, Qingque threw herself backward with a sudden arch!

Her ash‑white hair fanned out behind her, and she fell like a diver leaping from a springboard—except there was no water below, only an endless golden abyss.

The hand brushed her tip of the nose and missed; the five vertical pupils on its fingertips blinked simultaneously about three inches from her bridge, close enough for Qingque to see the golden patterns in their irises.

Seizing the moment, Qingque instantly hurled several jade plates while falling.

The plates spun in the air; the fish depicted on them lit up, and azure light burst from the surface, coalescing in the air into the shape of a massive whale—its outline a translucent azure light body, its scales edged with luminous threads, its tail flicking through the air, its huge form blocking the core monster's pursuing path.

The whale opened its mouth and swallowed the monster whole.

But the next second, dozens of blades shot out from within the whale.

Those blades shredded the whale from inside into fragments, and azure light shards scattered in all directions; the monster burst out from the broken light, its body unscathed, though the vertical pupils at its joints narrowed further.

It did not linger, and chased directly toward Qingque.

At the same time, the myriad eyes on the flesh wall again spewed dense webs of threads, encircling Qingque from all directions.

Qingque spent less than a second adjusting her falling posture.

She re‑formed a jade plate beneath her feet to support herself, then darted left, evading a hand‑blade the core monster swung straight down.

The hand sliced across her shoulder; the golden wooden fibers cut the air with a sharp whoosh, and after missing, the blade struck a contracting flesh wall below, carving an extremely deep and long fissure.

The flesh at the fissure spasmed violently, spewing golden liquid that solidified in the air into fresh threads, joining the assault on Qingque.

While dodging, Qingque continuously hurled jade plates.

Those plates were no longer meant for direct attacks; she found her direct strikes barely effective, as the monster's regenerative ability was abnormally strong—when her front claw pierced a hole, the rear hole healed instantly without a scar.

So she changed her tactic.

Each jade plate was nailed into an empty spot half a step away from the core monster; the azure light bursting from the plate formed brief Barrier, each lasting less than a second before the monster shredded them, yet enough for Qingque to gain a step of distance.

Step by step, she kept the distance between herself and the monster within a safe range.

Qingque attacked while retreating, her mind racing at high speed.

Her Taixu Sword Heart was fully activated, and she perceived every inch of the space—flesh‑wall thickness, thread density, the core monster's move patterns, and the persistent nuisance: the threads shot from the flesh‑wall eyes.

Qingque noticed that when the monster launched attacks, the threads' firing rate slowed slightly, as if both shared the same energy source; the monster's energy consumption took precedence, causing the threads to temporarily lose activity.

They share the same energy source.

Qingque noted this in her mind.

At that moment, dozens of branches behind the core monster detonated simultaneously, all striking at once—from above, below, left, right, and straight ahead—while the flowers at their tips opened their eyes, pupils locking onto Qingque.

This move relied purely on sheer numbers, weaving the branches around Qingque into a seamless closed sphere that then contracted inward.

Qingque saw the surrounding space instantly filled with golden branches, all escape routes cut off in an instant.

The flowers at the branch tips, a few feet away, fully opened, the eyes embedded in their centers staring at her as if eyeing a piece of meat already placed on a cutting board.

Oh roar!

Qingque's gaze hardened.

Thousands of jade plates—scattered throughout the space, nailed to the flesh wall, hovering around her, hidden in her garment pockets—simultaneously unleashed their full light.

Each fish on a plate lit up, the plate body vibrating violently, emitting a high‑frequency hum.

The hums converged into a massive roar, shaking the entire space, causing the eyes on the flesh wall to squint.

Thousands of azure beams shot from each jade plate, intertwining around Qingque to form a gigantic net.

The light net pushed outward from Qingque as its center.

When the branches struck the light net, a crisp sound rang out as if an entire forest of wood were split simultaneously.

The golden wooden fibers were precisely sliced by the light net into fragments; the flowers at the branch tips were cleaved in half, the eyes embedded in their centers split by azure light threads along the irises, the golden liquid inside the eyeballs spouting out and exploding into fine luminous mist in the air.

Dozens of branches were simultaneously cut into shards, the golden fragments scattering in all directions, striking the contracting flesh wall and sending ripples outward.

The light net did not stop; it continued expanding outward.

Qingque's fingertips pointed upward as she stood at the center of the light net, her ash‑white hair blown backward by the gusts released from the net.

In her azure eyes reflected the simultaneous brilliance of thousands of jade plates, and those eyes no longer held the previous fatigue and helplessness, only pure focus.

The frantic state of constantly being chased vanished in an instant, replaced by a sharp expression, like the cold glint on a blade finally drawn from its scabbard.

The dark‑red threads shot from the flesh‑wall eyes were all severed by the light net at that moment.

The light net cut off every thread at its source, the severed ends thrashing wildly on the outer flesh wall before drooping limp, turning into a pool of dark‑red liquid on the surface.

The threads nailed to the flesh wall were sliced by the light net along the surface, pulling off small sections of the wall attached to them, leaving cuts of varying depth.

Tens of thousands of eyes on the flesh wall emitted a sound resembling a collective moan.

The monster halted abruptly.

It hovered ten steps away from Qingque, its vertical mouth that filled its entire face slightly ajar, lips peeled back, revealing concentric rows of teeth.

Dozens of vertical pupils simultaneously contracted, all focusing on Qingque.

It seemed to realize something.