Qing Chi took a deep breath and nodded fiercely, "Little Ma, I’ll listen to you! Let’s take revenge together!!!"
As she spoke, torrents of hot tears rolled from her eyes.
Ning Zhuo licked his dry lips. Facing Qing Chi’s clear and intense gaze, he found it hard to look directly at her.
He turned his eyes away, looking toward the sky, "I’ve cast a spell on you, allowing you to receive my divine sense transmission in time, and even obtain my spell blessings."
He had laid a cover for the Divine Power Life Thread.
"Believe me!"
"We haven’t lost yet."
"Next, as long as I find the flaw in this array, I can once again influence the battle and rush to assist Luo Si!"
Wangchuan Immortal City.
City Lord’s Mansion.
"Hey, I’m back in again." Zeng Jide, with Sun Lingtong, turned into a pool of black shadow, flowing like water through the cracks, sneaking into the City Lord’s Mansion once more.
Previously, he almost left the City Lord’s Mansion.
But at the last moment, Sun Lingtong’s heartfelt words touched him, jolting him awake: he also found it strange, why had he obtained the Wangchuan Vortex Eye so easily?
Clearly, this was the Lord of Wangchuan’s deliberate setup, specially arranged for Zeng Jide to steal!
"The Lord of Wangchuan has the innate ability of nostalgia, allowing him to extract cultivation memories from the Wangchuan River."
"Therefore, even though he is a ghost cultivator, he is proficient in Confucian cultivation and even more skilled in formations. These latter two points are evident from his current large-scale actions."
"Yet, with such profound formation attainments, he didn’t set an array on the Wangchuan Vortex Eye."
"This layout clearly means for me to steal it, to fend me off with this."
"Then, worried that I might continue stealing here, causing even worse effects, he triggered the setup, mobilizing a gold medal strike with national power, forcing me to flee in embarrassment."
"Alright, alright..."
Zeng Jide gritted his teeth silently.
The Lord of Wangchuan’s perfunctory attitude was like giving alms to a beggar, greatly angering the pride of a great thief.
Especially by Zeng Jide’s side was a young junior disciple.
Moreover, this young junior was valued by Zeng Jide, who appreciated him greatly, thinking he had great potential.
When this junior grows up in the future and recalls today, he will surely laugh: The senior Zeng Jide was so easily brushed aside by the Lord of Wangchuan.
Where could Zeng Jide’s old face be placed?
Revenge, it was necessary to get back at him fiercely!
Thus, Zeng Jide took Sun Lingtong and returned to the City Lord’s Mansion.
"I want to give the Lord of Wangchuan the most profound lesson!"
This time, Zeng Jide directly led Ning Zhuo to the most central place of the City Lord’s Mansion.
As for the Painted Skin Rakshasa, Zeng Jide still had no intention of offering help.
He just wanted to teach the Lord of Wangchuan a lesson, not to offend him to a deadly extent.
"Hmm? The defense here is loose on the outside and tight on the inside, with arrays set up, it’s grand. But it doesn’t fit with the surrounding defensive layout, strange, strange."
Zeng Jide quickly detected something unusual and was drawn over.
An old and a young passed through the array space, arriving at the core area, discovering a giant stone.
The stone was more than ten zhang thick and nearly a hundred feet long, resembling the fossilized backbone of some creature.
The surface of the fossilized backbone was covered with a lot of mud, lava, plant roots, etc., and there were many spiral twisted holes.
The giant stone was deeply embedded in the land, continually extracting Earth-Lung Miasma at a terrifying scale.
"What is this?" Sun Lingtong transmitted thoughts with divine sense, asking Zeng Jide.
Zeng Jide replied, "This must be an earth element treasure, channeling its power outward with the help of the array. Strange!"
"Such a grand layout must have a great purpose."
At this moment, Sun Lingtong had a stroke of insight, almost clapping her hands, "How wonderful! Senior, since the Lord of Wangchuan is bullying us like this, let’s steal it and give him a profound lesson."
Zeng Jide, however, fell into hesitation, "This... might it be a bit offending to the Lord of Wangchuan?"
In a short time, he couldn’t identify the array layout surrounding the giant stone.
Black Cloud Space.
Rumble...
After a series of explosions, Ning Zhuo, wearing the third set of Iron Han Armor, squeezed into an ink-black array space.
All around was absolute stillness and suffocating darkness.
Sharp pains from various parts of his body and a bone-deep weariness kept reminding Ning Zhuo of his recent narrow escape.
There was no time for Ning Zhuo to treat himself leisurely.
He could only press on with his injuries, racing against time!
Chaos and despair were firmly suppressed at the bottom of his heart. Ning Zhuo exerted all his effort to keep calm and focused.
"Ghost tide surges, threatening White Paper, a lone wild goose breaks through the sky curtain lit by a candle. A guest star is destined to illuminate the northern constellation of the Literary Pivot, myriad images reflect in lamps, and calamity destroys itself."
"I was lucky to blast my way inside the formation’s internal space, and now I must follow the guidance of ’the guest star illuminating the northern Literary Pivot’ to reach the crucial position and wreak havoc!"
This was the strategy he had already conceived of on the Altar Battlefield to break the deadlock.
Now, pressured by the situation, he had no choice but to execute it.
Ning Zhuo’s divine sense struggled to expand within this viscous darkness.
Everywhere was dense black clouds, severely hindering Ning Zhuo’s divine sense.
He immediately threw out countless mechanical mirrors.
The divine sense reflected between the mirrors, quickly expanding the detection range.
But it was still black clouds, rolling black clouds.
"It’s time to use it."
Ning Zhuo took out a small storage bag.
The white storage bag appeared semi-transparent, with a cluster of misty literary energy inside, emitting a snow-like glow that shone through the storage bag, illuminating the outside.
Snow Reflecting Bag!
This was a gift from Wen Ruanyu, containing much of his accumulated literary energy.
"Mutually appreciating and contending... literary energies attract each other..." Ning Zhuo silently chanted in his heart, carefully activating the Snow Reflecting Bag.
The snow glow brightened sharply, initially a spherical snow glow, piercing through the darkness and enveloping Ning Zhuo.
Subsequently, the bag itself seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, slightly deforming. The spherical snow glow became exceedingly directional, transforming into a cone, its tip stretching towards a certain direction.
Ning Zhuo stopped hesitating and immediately accelerated in the direction indicated by the Snow Reflecting Bag.
The closer he got to the target, the more concentrated and brighter the snow glow on the bag became, drawn like a magnet. Meanwhile, the cone-shaped snow glow became less sharp, its tip growing blunter, transforming into an oval.
When Ning Zhuo actually arrived, the oval light nearly reverted to a spherical shape, its glow steady and pure.
Ning Zhuo observed all around, his divine sense engulfing the space, yet failed to find any anomalies.
"The energy flow here is unusually smooth, suggesting there’s a node, where the Great Array’s network converges and passes but is cleverly hidden with no leakage. Without the guidance of literary energy, it would be impossible to detect!"
He continually cast detection spells, and after a moment, his spirit was uplifted.
"This must be a hub!"
"But I can’t confirm if it’s my target..."
Ning Zhuo fell back into hesitation.
The formation cannot be tampered with casually, without pinpointing the real target, any action could affect everything. Moving this place might alter other hubs beyond recognition.
After a few breaths of contemplation, Ning Zhuo decided to mark this spot first, then search around.
Altar Battlefield.
Pff—!
Luo Si flew back as if a broken sack, spewing blood along the way.
Seriously injured!
The Earth Evil God pursued relentlessly, punching straight towards Luo Si, who barely dodged at the last moment.
The Earth Evil God then pulled Earth-Lung Miasma, covering him, as Luo Si extracted a talisman, exchanged for astonishing speed, again evading.
He had no military power to bolster him, having lost one of his trump card magic treasures to an explosion, and another trapped on the Earth Evil God, firmly absorbed.
The time of death was imminent.
The Lord of Wanchuan, hidden within the tributaries, ceased action, focusing entirely on wearing down the Ice Coffin, to extract the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors.
The Earth Evil God laughed loudly, "Luo Si, you traitor! What madness made you turn to White Paper Immortal City?"
"Look at you now! The ’master’ you’ve sided with has abandoned you, fleeing with his beloved!"
"You chose to side with someone like that?"
"To think you could be coaxed to this extent by the Grey Bone Elder?!"
Luo Si remained silent, fleeing awkwardly under the Earth Evil God’s relentless assault.
The Earth Evil God lost its last patience, grinning viciously as it attacked, "You’ll die first, and the Grey Bone Elder is doomed too!"
Luo Si was bound by miasma, watching helplessly as a lethal fist aimed to crush his skull.
Poof!
In the face of death, the Earth Evil God suddenly deflated, its fist veering off course, striking Luo Si’s shoulder instead.
Luo Si suffered further injury, yet managed to retain his life.
The Earth Evil God was caught between shock and fury, swinging another fist.
Poof!
It deflated again, its divine body shrinking like a punctured balloon.
What’s going on?!
Lord of Wanchuan: ?!!