Chapter 613: The Power of Light and Shadow

The Abyss Envoy that precisely ambushed the prince was a "Shadow-Splitter," a creature like a chameleon. Its strength was not outstanding, but its methods were extremely insidious. Its apparent weapon was its long tongue, but what was truly impossible to guard against was its tail.

After its tail was severed, it could still act independently and with great agility; it could change color to lie in wait and then launch a sudden attack, as if it were a clone. Moreover, like its main body, it could change color according to the environment, possessing extreme concealment.

In battle, it often intentionally let enemies sever its tail, hiding the tail in the shadows to wait for an opportunity to launch a fatal strike.

However, this time it did not let the enemy sever it; instead, it hid the severed tail outside the wall from the very beginning, blending it into the shadow of the wall. After all, this was a group battle, a chaotic melee; leaving a lead, who knew when it might come in handy?

It was also a veteran Abyss Envoy with rich combat experience, rich escape experience, and even richer experience in backstabbing people.

Just now, Manying had ordered it to attack that young prince. In an instant, it had found the right angle and charged up with great force, forcing the prince to retreat until he happened to back into a corner—

Ssh!

The tail hidden in the corner transformed into a sharp sword and pierced through him; the entire process was crisp and efficient.

Its tail was small when it fell off, but it expanded instantly when attacking, reaching the thickness of a bowl's rim. It had punched a large hole in the prince's chest. At this position, there was almost no room for accidents; regardless of whether his heart was slightly to the left or right, as long as his internal organs were still in his belly, he was undoubtedly dead!

Done!

Shadow-Splitter gave a smug smile, having vented much of the resentment from being hunted down earlier. Then, following Manying's instructions, after completing this stage of victory, it shouted loudly: "Damned remnants of the Long Life Society, how dare you run wild in Wangliang Mountain! Do you think your Lord Abyss Envoy is easy to bully? Today, this Envoy has descended to execute you on behalf of Wangliang!"

Having shouted the execution lines openly and honestly, as if it had recovered the style of an Abyss Envoy of the past, it felt that this trip was worth it. It shook its head and wagged its tail for a moment before continuing to besiege the most powerful Sword Hero, who looked like a noblewoman.

Just then, the noblewoman saw the prince being attacked, and her emotions spiraled out of control in an instant!

Her eyes went blank, her arms trembled, and her movements became severely distorted—this kind of loss of control was far more intense than control skills like the Pipa sound; it was a loss of control originating from the Soul!

Good opportunity!

Shadow-Splitter was overjoyed. It flicked its tongue, breaking through the noblewoman's defense with lightning speed.

Die—

In an instant, Shadow-Splitter had already felt the tactile sensation of a successful attack, and in its mind, it had already imagined the scene of opening a large hole in her body the next moment...

This was called a double kill...

Suddenly, it felt as if it were flying, its body becoming lighter and lighter, further and further from the ground, its consciousness becoming increasingly blurred...

What... is happening...

Shadow-Splitter lost consciousness without realizing it, having no idea what had happened. On its other side, the Abyss Envoy Climb-Shadow, which looked like a vegetable, saw it clearly, its two small eyes on its stalk staring round.

It clearly saw that the young man with a large hole in his chest had fallen to the ground, stopped twitching, and had no breath left. But a moment later, a phantom exactly like him sat up from his body, its texture seemingly that of an Abyss Envoy as well.

That phantom pounced with lightning speed and grabbed Shadow-Splitter from behind.

The moment it was grabbed, the light in Shadow-Splitter's eyes rapidly faded, turning into a dull, grayish-white—it only looked gray inside Wangliang Mountain; perhaps it would be a different color in the Waijie.

Then, the chameleon Shadow-Splitter lay on the ground with its head bowed, motionless, its tail bald, like a dog that had heard a command.

It had been controlled! The phantom had controlled it the instant it grabbed it; this was undoubtedly a powerful method of control.

Climb-Shadow felt a chill in its heart and shouted: "Watch out, that dead man is still alive, he has strange methods, he can control us!"

Before the words had faded, Shadow-Splitter suddenly pounced on it fiercely, just like the fierce beasts, puppets, and skeletons controlled on the battlefield, turning against them in obedience to its New Master's orders.

Before being dragged into the battle, Climb-Shadow took one look and saw that although the phantom was less substantial than a real existence, its movements and expressions were clearly those of a living person, no different from a real human, as if it were the Soul of the youth who had just died.

No... in this situation, it was hard to say that the youth was already dead.

Or perhaps, he was just existing in a different form?

At the same time, the Sword Hero noblewoman also saw the existence of the phantom. Her expression shifted from being lost and soul-broken to sorrow, and from sorrow to anger. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she roared: "You beasts, die!"

Her Sword Qi surged, instantly pinning down the two Abyss Envoys facing her.

Climb-Shadow faced Shadow-Splitter and the other Sword Guests alone, gradually losing ground. Finally, due to a moment of negligence, it was caught by the phantom, and it was clear it was being controlled as well.

Now the situation had changed from two against four to four against two!

"It's no use."

Manying sensed the situation inside in time and said: "Wipe them out completely. Use that power, and let's withdraw first, don't get caught in the aftermath of the power."

Tang Zhao gave an 'en' and said: "Shouldn't we notify the remaining Abyss Envoys who haven't been controlled to withdraw?"

Manying said calmly: "How to notify? They will be controlled sooner or later; they can't come back. We can only cut our losses in time. Hurry, go in this direction. I am going to send a message." It detached from the Pipa string and transformed into a pointer, indicating a direction.

That was not the direction of the Altar, nor was it the opposite direction of the Altar, but an angled path. Clearly, escaping from this direction was not on the main track and was the safest.

Tang Zhao said no more and took Manying to withdraw into the distance. Although he did not use his light-speed, but flew away unobtrusively, his speed was still very fast.

Once in the air, one could see the You Water flooding not far away, having already submerged all the low-lying areas of the Second-tier Manor. Previously, because Anxing Manor was on higher ground, it had not been isolated, but now it was clearly not far off.

The cracks in the sky were already covering the entire sky like a spider web. Several intersection marks were already severely shattered, with cracks interwoven with cracks, becoming pure black. It looked as if there were already holes, seemingly foreshadowing that the sky would eventually be hollowed out by these fractures.

Tang Zhao looked up at the sky and thought to himself: Perhaps destruction is not far away.

Although this was the sky of Wangliang Mountain, and the shattering of Wangliang Mountain was a great thing for him and for the Human World, he was secretly happy at first, but somehow he thought of the Human World outside—

If the Heavenly Demons continued to invade, if the Suiyu could not continue to hold as the front line, and if the power of the Human World continued to dissipate, perhaps one day, the Human World would also be shattered like this.

In the wind, he heard a sound like the playing of a zither: "Young man, are you actually so soft-hearted? What is there to be melancholy about?"

Is this... another probe?

Tang Zhao paused and said: "Is this far enough?"

The Pipa string moved, and it said something.

But Tang Zhao could no longer hear it.

At this moment, his mind suddenly went blank.

His attention, his sensory perception, all his senses were drawn away, his eyes staring straight in one direction.

In that direction existed a power that made his heart palpitate and tremble.

Such vast, such gloomy, such brilliant power...

Yes, gloomy and brilliant, two diametrically opposed powers gathered together at the same time, waxing and waning, as if tearing at each other. The gloom made Tang Zhao feel disgusted, while the brilliance made him feel close; Tang Zhao himself seemed to be in a state of being torn and in Chaos.

But this entanglement lasted only for an instant; the next moment, the power was unleashed!

A beam of light shot from the direction of the Altar, drawing a dazzling trajectory across Tang Zhao's field of vision, heading straight for the Shadow.

Tang Zhao's eyes had followed the Sunlight for years and were extremely sharp; his dynamic vision could be called rare in the world. In this instant, he captured the appearance of the light: the light was formed by the entanglement of a black and a golden beam, like Yin-Yang fish chasing each other, opposed yet inseparable.

In that instant, Tang Zhao seemed to see the power of darkness surpass the power of light; the light was pushed to the edges, yet it was still incredibly dazzling, as a single sliver of brightness was enough to seize the focus of one's gaze, as if it would absolutely never lose to the darkness.

He wanted to see more clearly, but he could no longer capture it. That force precisely pierced through space, reached the Shadow of Anxing Manor, and collided with it.

At the very moment of contact with the Shadow, Tang Zhao had been waiting for a great commotion; he even instinctively covered his ears with his hands. Who would have known that the light would pass into the Shadow without stopping, and then—

Boom!

The massive roar he had imagined did come, but it exploded on the other side of the Shadow; apart from the sound, there were no external signs at all. Even the erupting sound was greatly weakened because it was separated by the Shadow and occurred in another layer of space, sounding very muffled and low when it reached his ears.

It was as if...

It was as if a nuclear test had been conducted deep underground?

The ground seemed to tremble, but it was nowhere near the vibration of an Earth Dragon Turning Over, and it was not even as shocking as the collapse of the viewing platform had been to the spectators standing right next to it.

Although it seemed somewhat anticlimactic, Tang Zhao believed that earth-shaking changes must be occurring within the Anxing Manor inside the Shadow, far surpassing a wave of Sacrifice from the Long Life Society, to the point that the aftershocks had traversed space and were perceived by Tang Zhao, who was already a great distance away from the manor.

However, Tang Zhao would not rush over now to observe the fate of Anxing Manor at close range.

Anxing Manor must be at its most chaotic right now; if that strike had completely destroyed them, that would be one thing, but if anything remained, it might have triggered some kind of stress response, gathering even more frenzied power while waiting to find an enemy—right now might actually be the most dangerous time.

Tang Zhao felt that although that power just now was unimaginably strong, it could not be concluded that it would completely destroy Anxing Manor. After all, Anxing Manor had been planning for four years; their overall defenses surely wouldn't be lax, right? Perhaps the long-term Superposition of power could resist a sudden, powerful burst of force?

But regardless, seeing that things had at least half-succeeded, Tang Zhao felt a bit happy.

Dealing such a heavy blow to Anxing Manor at the critical juncture of the Sacrifice, which might leave them unable to recover, was truly an unexpected, major harvest.

"It's over; doing it to this extent should be enough, right?"

"It's over?" At this moment, Pipa suddenly spoke, her voice so sharp it felt like the strings were about to snap, as if she were screaming:

"How can it be over? The power of the Altar has clearly already been released, but... the Ghost Disaster has not subsided!"