Chapter 359: Immortals Fall Like Rain, Shattering the Ten-Million Alliance

In the heart of Dayan, within the capital city.

Fang Can sat upon the imperial dragon throne, clad in bright yellow brocade robes with black inner lining.

Knowing an unprecedented great battle was coming, the entire capital had been evacuated.

No one lived there except him.

After the other four groups had each entered their respective battlefields, the largest force followed suit.

The largest team, composed of 10 million players led by thirteen fourth-transformation experts, now arrived directly at the capital via teleportation arrays, completely blocking off the imperial palace inside and out.

At this moment, the million-strong force of first-transformation players floated in the air, like celestial soldiers descending to exterminate demons.

Due to their overwhelming numbers, even sunlight was obscured by their silhouettes, forming a thick dark cloud that pressed down like a city on the verge of collapse.

'Ten million first-transformation? Interesting!'

Fang Can sat upon the dragon throne, his gaze scanning the players above him.

With his current perception, he could faintly see the threads connecting these ten million players.

The qi of these first-transformation players had coalesced into a single force, more terrifying than Dayan’s ancient battle array—so long as their will endured, they could endlessly share the burden of damage.

'Fang Can! Those who follow the Dao receive aid; those who abandon it are abandoned. You are now utterly alone—surrender now, and you may yet have a sliver of hope!'

From the sky, the voice of Chu Huang rolled like thunder, his eyes gleaming with certainty of victory.

Even fourth-transformation inheritances could not replicate Dayan’s ancient ability to link a million soldiers—so they used techniques instead.

To oppose Fang Can, numerous fourth-transformation experts spent three days crafting a new technique: 'Same Qi, Linked Branches.'

Every cultivator practicing this technique could link their qi with others.

Any damage suffered could be shared among fellow cultivators practicing the same technique.

Now, ten million first-transformation cultivators, all practicing Same Qi, Linked Branches, had gathered together—even a fifth-transformation expert might struggle to break through for a while.

After all, the true difficulty of this technique lay in finding ten million first-transformation cultivators willing to train it simultaneously.

Facing the gaze of the masses above, Fang Can merely sneered: 'So this is your trump card? How pathetic.'

'I thought you’d prepared something impressive in these three days—how disappointing.'

As he spoke, Fang Can leapt lightly, as if crossing space, ascending straight to the ninth heavens.

Before the fourth-transformation experts could speak, Fang Can clasped his hands together, and countless mental forms spread endlessly outward.

In an instant, a thousand li around were engulfed in pitch-black mental forms, radiating overwhelming demonic might.

The entire capital of Dayan lay beneath the grip of the AT field.

Covered by Fang Can’s mental forms, a suffocating terror gripped the fourth-transformation experts—they had never seen such an evil, terrifying mental form.

'All righteous ones, join me now and together crush this demon!'

Chu Huang roared, and blinding golden light burst from his palms, as if carving open heaven and earth, piercing through the darkness of this realm.

Similarly, the other thirteen fourth-transformation experts each unleashed their own techniques, shattering the mental forms that had trapped them.

But beyond these thirteen, the other players had no such power—they could only panic as Fang Can’s black mental forms engulfed them, stealing even their sight.

Yet in this battle, the fourth-transformation experts never intended to rely on these players for damage.

They only needed the ten million players to absorb Fang Can’s attacks via 'Same Qi, Linked Branches,' allowing them to fight at full strength.

After all, these players couldn’t die—they could respawn endlessly, so their deaths meant nothing.

'Hahahaha!'

Watching the fourth-transformation experts break free from the mental forms, Fang Can laughed wildly—his laughter arrogant and chilling, planting faint unease in the hearts of the fourth-transformation experts.

Yang Xu Zi transmitted a mental message: 'This demon is boastful, but not foolish—he likely has another trump card. Stay alert.'

'It makes no sense,' Chu Huang frowned. 'We’ve accounted for every possible move. Fang Can is only second-transformation—he can only rely on his extraordinary body to resist us. Now that damage is shared by the players, the advantage is ours.'

'He’s probably lost his mind,' sneered the fourth-transformation expert Xiuzhao Immortal.

…

Hearing the fourth-transformation experts’ exchange, Fang Can sneered after his laughter: 'Just ten million meat shields? Fine—I’ll wipe out half of them first.'

Wipe out half!!!

At these words, the fourth-transformation experts were startled, then calmed—they believed Fang Can was bluffing.

How could the Same Qi, Linked Branches technique, painstakingly developed overnight, be so easily broken?

And if it were to break, it would break entirely—not half. That made no sense. Fang Can was just posturing.

Thus, they grew more at ease in response to Fang Can’s words.

Chu Huang sneered: 'This demon is mad with death approaching—quickly, everyone—'

But before he finished speaking, hundreds of millions of players screamed in agony.

'Aaaahhhhh!!!'

'How is this possible?' Chu Huang’s face twisted in shock—he couldn’t comprehend how this had happened.

To explain this, time rewound half a second.

As Fang Can released his mental forms, countless voices surfaced in his mind:

[Detected signal-range devices eligible for connection. Send connection request?]

[Detected signal-range devices eligible for connection. Send connection request?]

[Detected signal-range…

Yes, among these ten million players, half were male, half female.

The true flaw in 'Same Qi, Linked Branches' was not the technique itself—but gender.

And only Fang Can could trigger this backdoor.

Under realm suppression, any opposite-sex individual could not resist Fang Can’s attack.

Thus, upon receiving the AT field’s signal, Fang Can unhesitatingly activated the Inner World mode.

Instantly, the five million female first-transformation players floating in the air stiffened—legs locking straight, they all entered Hei Yan State.

Fang Can, alone, had forcibly initiated cultivation in five million first-transformation cultivators simultaneously.

'Huuuuhhhhh—'

Feeling the wave after wave of power surging up through the AT field, Fang Can sneered.

If he wanted to fuck, the path lay beneath his feet.

Whether sky or earth, whether previously contacted or not—if conditions were met, he could fight.

Behold—DIO arrives!

With this move, the previously floating players rained down like stars falling, screaming as they plummeted into the streets of Dayan’s capital.

Thus was it: Immortals falling like rain, celestial maidens descending to mortal dust.

Fang Can’s DIO shattered five million players in one strike!

An ancient verse bears witness: One pole pierces heaven, shatters ten thousand immortals; a thousand blossoms fall like rain, shaking the nine heavens!

(End of chapter)