Yin Yang’s consciousness returned to the divine kingdom, and he began to ask the heroic spirits what they could do for him.
Unfortunately, the intelligence of these heroic spirits was clearly not as high as that of the dark shadows; they couldn't quite understand what he was saying.
They could only grasp the most basic commands. Establishing proper 【Communion】 with them would take time—something Yin Yang currently lacked.
After finishing his collection of the heroic spirits around the camp, Yin Yang prepared to make his escape.
He wasn't worried about Mr. Yuan's safety. After all, if it was a problem a Demigod couldn't solve, then a Sequence 6 like himself certainly couldn't help.
Although he could use ‘Dismissing the God’ to strike at the fleshy elder, doing so would risk exposing his identity.
With the great war looming, exposure would mean losing a perfect opportunity, which was the last thing he wanted.
Yin Yang held a single sheet of paper in his hand—another one-time transcendent item.
After the lantern-carrying ghost shrank its size, its form gradually faded from view. Yin Yang remained hidden beneath its umbrella, slowly moving outward.
...
“Watch out! It has more than one eye—there's one on the back of its head too!”
Hidden behind the giant eye, Mr. Yu sensed something was wrong and shouted a warning.
Chen Ang and Mr. Yuan were also battle-hardened veterans; they immediately dodged to either side.
The spear was relentlessly absorbing the goat-bearded elder’s flesh, leaving him looking like a skeletal figure wrapped in skin.
Mr. Yuan’s expression was grim. “And they were still shouting about taking him alive? Now that we’ve lost a Sequence 4, our entire strategy needs to be adjusted. This is a war, not child's play!”
Chen Ang did not respond.
As a frontline commander, his feelings were deeper than Mr. Yuan’s, but he also understood the truth behind this war better than the doctor.
“Save your breath,” Mr. Yu said, shooting Mr. Yuan a sharp look.
Having served in the military himself, he knew more about these matters than a doctor like Mr. Yuan.
He had known from the very beginning that this war was fought for profit!
The proportion of transcendents in the Great Wei army was high, and the vast majority of them were 【Executioners】.
For them, the fastest way to grow their strength was through war!
War was also a form of training!
While many would die, if it allowed these Executioners to grow rapidly, the price was considered acceptable.
Furthermore, the atmosphere at Wannian Platform had been noticeably off for the past two years. Rather than letting everyone exhaust their energy on internal power struggles, it was better to turn them outward to secure more interests!
This was his analysis of why Wan Tianqing had chosen to go to war.
As for Great Qi’s reason for starting the war, it was even simpler: their 【Hero】 needed to preside over a war of a hundred thousand people to break through to 【Grand Marshal】!
Low Sequences, and even Demigods, could use certain shortcuts to break through, though the price was that their strength would be somewhat weaker.
Take the 【Myriad-Slayer】 rank, for example!
An artificially cultivated 【Myriad-Slayer】 was entirely different in strength from one forged in the heat of battle.
The latter could slaughter the former like a chicken!
Su Baadao, for instance, was also a Demigod, yet he could fight three opponents at once without falling behind.
Moreover, those artificially cultivated transcendents often found themselves stuck at the Demigod level forever!
Not that becoming a Demigod was a small feat; it was a level that countless transcendents could only dream of.
As for those who could break through to Sequence 4, almost none of them were simple. The vast majority possessed genuine, formidable skill.
Having dodged the eye's gaze, Mr. Yuan asked, “Are we just going to wait for that sealed object to suck him dry?”
“What else? Do you want to try and save him?”
“No, I mean, is there any way to speed up that sealed object!”
Chen Ang let out a dry laugh at Mr. Yuan’s words as he continued to dodge. “Even a Sequence 4 was taken down, and you’re complaining that it’s too slow?”
“Well, we can’t just do nothing, can we? Just fly around it?”
“We only need to do one thing: stop it from entering Wangnian City!”
“And how long do we have to keep this up?”
“Not long. When I went to get the sealed object, I already contacted those above. Someone will be here to handle it...”
Before Chen Ang could finish his sentence, the scene before them changed abruptly!
The giant eyeball suddenly shriveled, and the nerve fibers connected to it withered away.
Meanwhile, the skeletal goat-bearded elder began to swell rapidly like a balloon.
He grabbed the spear in his chest with both hands and slowly pulled it out, inch by inch, until he held it in his grip.
The three men felt their skin crawl at the sight.
Could this monstrous thing actually use a sealed object as well?
Chen Ang shouted urgently, “Return!”
At Chen Ang’s summons, the sealed object began to tremble violently. The elder lost his grip, and the spear truly broke free.
The spear flew back and was caught by Chen Ang. Only then did Mr. Yuan and Mr. Yu breathe a long sigh of relief.
The elder then lifted his head, staring at them with hollow eyes.
His abdomen split open, and dozens of fleshy tentacles lunged toward the three men, attempting to ensnare them.
The trio could only struggle to hold their ground. They felt a wave of relief that this Sequence 4 currently had no intellect and was acting purely on instinct; otherwise, the three of them would likely be dead by now.
But a Sequence 4 was still a Sequence 4. Just surviving his attacks had already drained much of their divinity. They wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.
“Old Chen, didn't they say how long it would take?”
“Soon!”
“How many minutes is ‘soon’?”
“Right now!”
Buzz!
A crimson light streaked across the sky, so dazzling that the three men couldn't even look directly at it.
When they opened their eyes again, they saw an old man suspended in the air before them. In his left hand, he held a guandao, and in his right, he carried a severed human head.
“Teacher!”
Chen Ang cried out in surprise and joy. The old man didn't answer, merely looking at the severed head in his hand with a sigh.
“Old friend, I thought you had escaped the last parasitization and passed your tribulation. Who would have thought there was a second trial waiting for you.”
Buzz!
As he spoke, the eyes of the severed head in his hand suddenly snapped open and looked toward him.
“Teacher!”
Chen Ang shouted a warning, but the guandao in the old man’s hand reacted even faster, moving to block the gaze.
The blade of the guandao was as smooth as a mirror. The severed head didn't see the old man; instead, it saw its own reflection.
In that moment, a clear trace of struggle appeared in its eyes.
“Old friend, let yourself go with some dignity.”
Hearing the old man’s words, the struggle in the head's eyes became even more apparent.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The guandao began to vibrate, seemingly impatient to drink the enemy's blood.
The old man gripped the guandao tightly, refusing to let it strike, wanting to preserve a final shred of dignity for his old friend.
...
“Hmm?”
Having traveled a good distance under the cover of the lantern-carrying ghost, Yin Yang turned his head.
“The guandao? Why is it here?”
As the first sealed object he had ever used, Yin Yang had a deep impression of the guandao.
He could sense that the guandao desperately wanted to come to his side, but it was being restrained by someone.
And the person restraining it was incredibly powerful!
Yin Yang tried to soothe it, telling it not to come over.
After all, the influence of a sealed object was significant. If it came to him, it would inevitably draw that high-level expert’s attention.
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