At this moment, Xinquan.

Amidst the scorched earth, the skeletons sang loud, amidst the fierce flames, the souls wailed.

Green flames surged towards the sky time and again, violently ravaging. Pacquiao roared, like thunder, as the eternally dark pit beneath him suddenly expanded and erupted, spewing countless decayed limbs and remains like bombs, causing a chain explosion that once again completely forced the three heroes to retreat.

Originally having fought to the pinnacle of transcendence, now unexpectedly erupting with even more terrifying power, faintly advancing further!

The path of conquest lies in sacrifice and battle!

Not to mention the explosive force and blood bar horror of the Great Group, but the blessing of the Lord of Scars was originally the type most adept at prolonged battles and consumption.

Every wound left by the Hero Seed will become the sacrifice for his eruption and self-sustenance. By consuming the wounds, defense and attack can be plainly and vigorously enhanced.

Even if Surter painstakingly seized an opening, the long-prepared Flame Sword could be pushed back head-on, linking up with Fubuti's Thunder Spear without difficulty.

Exchanging injury for injury, trading life for life.

The lower the blood line, the faster the recovery, the more severe the injury, the stronger the power.

Unfortunately...

It's all useless.

Externally, with the dual blockade of Heavenly Craft Shield and solid alchemy, completely isolating inside and out, it's simply a case of shutting doors to beat the dog; internally, there's the fierce attack of three Hero Seeds coupled with the control and suppression by the Great Craftsman Yellow Beard, occasionally whipping out secret weapons to give Pacquiao unexpected surprises.

Three giant heroes, Father of Warriors Simer, Thunder Lord Fubuti, Flame Giant Surter; one controls, one casts, one fights, directly pressing down followed by a circle kick!

Currently, the clash shakes the earth and mountains, Xinquan cracks and collapses, the commotion grows ever larger, the numbers constantly increase, yet Pacquiao's chance of winning diminishes, hope dwindles.

Unable to run, unable to win, unable to outlast.

Surviving until now is due solely to the abundance of sacrifices he prepared in advance, the sheer number of cannon fodder transformed into green flames being sufficient.

Feasting away resources just like that.

Seeing the opponent leisurely pressing, the appearance of boiling frog slowly cooking you over time, the more Pacquiao fights, the more despair sets in...

In past times, he couldn't dream he'd die at the hands of two craftsmen.

It can only be said that preparation for Embers is like this.

What's even more frustrating than preparing Embers is two prepared Embers who have both set their eyes on a material, sparing no methods while cooperatively splitting the spoils clearly!

Compared to this sinister pairing, intelligence White Deer, experience Tian Yuan, health vortex, full-force entropy, Invisibility Mirror, memetic Heart Core, and gate-home all pale slightly.

Yet at this moment, sweat pours not just from Pacquiao.

It also includes Yellow Beard who holds victory in his grasp, increasingly, itching all over... urgency and pressure continually rise, focus becomes difficult, subconsciously speeding up under tension.

Pressure like a mountain.

Even more ridiculous is this heavy pressure now doesn't come from the opponent, but from a teammate crouching behind!

He could feel, as the spiritual substance circulates and countless mercury changes, the thread-like Spiritual Circuit becomes carelessly treading boundaries, taking advantage of this distraction, repeatedly crossing the lines.

Ji Jue's not-so-clean small hands have quietly begun decrypting his Cliff Shield!

From slight touches to kisses to hugs and rubs... starting by pretending to trip and fall into big sister's embrace, then becoming progressively outrageous to the point of not even pretending!

Thinking about this thug still being Ye Xian's student, most skilled in what kind of stuff, he starts sweating.

Since ancient times, peers hope for their peers' demise, precisely because they are peers, they know what a cunning character their colleague truly is.

I couldn't be more aware of you!

Yet coincidentally, Ji Jue, this thug, wears an innocent face, like a well-behaved little boy a visiting relative asked you to look after, his hands roaming wildly yet able to grin naïvely, using Yellow Beard's previous remarks as leverage, acting completely ingenuous.

For a moment, Yellow Beard felt the tip of his head begin faintly turning a greenish color.

"Mr. Yellow Beard, may I ask how your two Heavenly Craft sequences combine when running parallel..."

"Mr. Yellow Beard, has this Flame-shaped Sword been adapted with Surter? It's unusually adjusted, able to affect transcendence's Circle Realm."

"Mr. Yellow Beard, your extraction prowess is impressive, could you elaborate more..."

"Mr. Yellow Beard... Yellow..."

Until Yellow Beard couldn't bear it anymore, turning back to shout angrily, "Shut up!"

In an instant, Ji Jue was stunned, dazed, eyes seemingly covered with a layer of mist, lips trembled slightly, softly murmured, "Alright."

Yellow Beard watched as his eyes twitched wildly, an evil fire rose—damn, you're acting all aggrieved with me now, thug!

Boom!!!

With Yellow Beard's spiritual substance infusion and control, spiritual circuits emerged in the bodies of the three Hero Seeds, becoming increasingly violent!

Creation differs from people; it doesn't need spiritual substance to maintain rebirth form, as at the moment of creation, it's already complete. Therefore, neither transformation nor summoning is necessary.

This way, all blessings and power can be used to bolster itself, converting into destructive power.

For this reason, unlike the Chosen One, one cannot anchor one's Soul to the grand image, nor discuss the phenomenon that unfolds when Soul and blessing merge—the [Circle Realm].

Suppression with sheer quantity insufficiently forms absolute advantage; only through specific creation targeting could this be achieved. Unfortunately, even the Great Craftsman cannot bring the workshop's Heavenly Craft shield everywhere; he only carried the Cliff Shield to ensure matters wouldn't completely implode out of control, irretrievably.

At this moment, wanting swift victory, a vague sense of powerlessness emerges.

Only able to watch helplessly as this thug sneakily handles his precious... perhaps, before crushing Pacquiao, he should just directly kill off this mischief first!

And then, in that instant, circumstances took a turn.

A clear chime as it unsheathes, resounded throughout Xinquan.

Thus, heaven and earth fell silent.

.

.

The earth was shaking, just like a carpet-bombing by the Fuel Element Bomb from the aerial combat squad.

The air was filled with the familiar smell of gunpowder, and clusters of green flames were falling from the sky, landing on shattered corpses, blooming like lotus flowers.

The burnt smell wafted in the wind, drifting into the nostrils.

So familiar.

"I..."

Lu Feng stared blankly at the scene before him, and at the distance, the Great Group besieged by giant heroes, blood and fire surging, ceaselessly shaking.

It was as if, suddenly, he came to himself.

Clearly, his memory was still continuous, yet, somehow, as if waking from a dream.

It felt like something was missing.

The channel was so quiet; he had lost response for so long. The Maintenance Master didn't speak, nor could he hear the voice of the command center. Did the whole channel fall silent? And me? Where am I?

Ah, I'm in battle.

When such a realization rose in his heart, he couldn't help feeling pleased. That's right, I'm in battle, but the mission then?

Is it extermination? Or preservation?

Amidst the delusional and bewildering thoughts, Lu Feng dazedly, instinctively wanted to perform an operation, his fingers skillfully moved, trying to restart the spinal connection interface, but there was no response, he couldn't find his most familiar tool.

He only felt empty, as if, as if...

He had lost his own body!!!

Bang!

It seemed as if something was triggered, memories uncontrollably surged, yet they were unclear, a throbbing pain emanated from his head, almost making him faint.

Alarm! Alarm!

No, I once... I too... I...

Alarm! Permission not approved, alarm!

As long as... No, when did I ever see such a scene?!

Lu Feng roared.

For no reason, an uncontrollable fury, the sorrow of losing half a body, and innate...

Bang!

At that moment, a fist suddenly clenched and knocked on his forehead.

Through the Dragon Mountain Armor, the surging force was like an iron hammer, penetrating into his brain, steadily spreading, suppressing all irrelevant extraneous noise.

It finally pulled him out of what seemed like a nightmare-like state, waking him up, and he panted heavily.

Only then did he realize he was already drenched in sweat.

"...Why is there another Tianjun? And only half remaining?"

A doubtful and hoarse voice rang out, full of confusion: "What the hell did this turn into, can't even bear to look! Who's the idiot genius who thought of splitting the soul and tool into two parts?"

At this moment, the person standing in front of Lu Feng curiously scrutinized him.

Old Tang!

No... He was no longer Old Tang.

On that face, the left half still looked like Old Tang, seemingly shocked, struggling hard to regain control of the body, but the right half revealed a half bearded, scar-covered face, as if just waking up from a hangover, with a faint hint of drunkenness and bewilderment.

"Grandpa?!"

Just as he spoke, Fourth Uncle Thadd's face suddenly changed dramatically: "How did you get out?!"

The old woman turned her head in shock upon hearing the words: "The old guy woke up?!"

"Damn, A-Qian, something's wrong!"

The old woman's face abruptly changed into a middle-aged man full of tattoos, shouting a warning: "Quick, call your dad out! Quickly—"

Tang Qian's half face twitched, almost wanting to cry but no tears.

But darn it, the old guy took over just like that!

"Stop arguing!"

The hirsute man with half a face cast a sidelong glance, taking charge after easily occupying the body, slapping them back with a single swing of his hand.

Don't get in the way!

"Calm down, calm down, Heavenly Slaughter Duke..." Tang Qian almost cried: "We were hired to substitute in this fight, don't..."

"Shut up, or I'll slap you too!"

Heavenly Slaughter Duke gave a sidelong glance at the left half of his face, waited for Tang Qian to obediently shut up, then lowered his head, leisurely examining the Dragon Mountain Armor in front of him.

To be precise, at Lu Feng, and what was in his hands...

Pan Ying!

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