"…"
Shaking off his state of daze, Xia Lie Yang directs a set of wary eyes towards the towering figure.
The air that emanates from the androgynous figure, it feels sacred—causing the urge to worship them to manifest in Xia Lie Yang's heart.
(The hell is this? A practitioner? A demon? …Don't tell this is a genuine divinity?)
In actuality, what Long Hua had created is something that is similar to a Dao Idol, but as it is formed of faith energy—it's more appropriate to call it a Divinity Idol.
"…"
With less than 60 seconds remaining, Long Hua is quick to make his move, as he approaches Xia Lie Yang, and strikes with his right fist!
"Cheap tricks!"
Deciding to receive the attack head-on, Xia Lie Yang controls his Dao Idol to throw out a punch, but in the next instance—
*Boom!!!* following the two's exchange, it was none other than the Dao Idol's arm that was blown apart—causing Xia Lie Yang to immediately regret his decision!
...…
On the ground—
"…"
Cleaving a practitioner in half, the Tai Xuan Emperor turned towards Long Hua's direction with an expression of shock on her face.
Rather quickly, the Tai Xuan Emperor decides to erase this expression of shock, and have her vessel maintain a stoic look at all times.
(Dammit!In his current state, there's no telling when that surnamed * would be watching. I got careless… But that face of his…)
Comparing the Divinity Idol's face—to the face of the Long Hua that she had known in the latter's previous life, the Tai Xuan Emperor can see some resemblances.
(Once this battle is over… He's not going to just instantly remember everything, right?)
Turning to her combat bodies, which are still collecting the scattered storage pouches, the Tai Xuan Emperor suddenly feels like they won't be enough to deal with Long Hua in the future.
(…Maybe I should rig the Nu Luo Battle Armor in case he really did manage to purchase it?)
Assuming that they do end up clashing in the near future, the last thing that the Tai Xuan Emperor wants to give to Long Hua is more equipment that he can use.
(…Maybe I'll make it so that the armor would explode when it's put on? But… Sacrificing such a powerful Spirit Armament just to take that bastard out… It's questionable as to whether or not it's actually worth it—when I could potentially use it for myself.)
...…
In another area—
"…"
*Thud!* without any more hints of hesitation in her glowing eyes, Yao Ying severs the head of another practitioner.
And from the fallen corpse, she takes their storage pouch—prior to turning towards the direction of Long Hua and Xia Lie Yang's confrontation.
"…?"
Seeing the Divinity Idol, Yao Ying blinks her pale purple eyes.
Other than loitering around the Chen Shi family's estate—prior to being thrown into the Leng Bing Realm, she had been introduced to many individuals of the opposite gender, all of whom possessed a powerful background, which could be used to raise the Chen Shi family's future standings should marriage be agreed upon.
However, in terms of looks, none of those individuals can hope to compare to the Divinity Idol, which possessed an androgynous sense of beauty that is also bewitching in nature.
"Un…"
Shaking her head, Yao Ying spreads her divine senses outwards to search for another practitioner.
...…
"…"
"Hack!"
Puncturing a practitioner's beating heart, Xun Yu kicks the body away, and swings her sword—to cleanse off the blood.
Collapsing the chest of a practitioner, Hong Xuan can't help but frown, as she looks to Xun Yu, who is sheathing her blade away into the umbrella.
"You seem much more motivated than usual."
Kill count wise, Xun Yu is much further ahead than Hong Xuan.
"Naturally, the deity is watching after all."
"I somehow doubt they'd have the time for that…"
Simultaneously, the two turns to look in the direction of Long Hua and Xia Lie Yang's confrontation.
*Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!* with every strike received from the Divinity Idol, the Dao Idol would be forced to take a step back.
...…
By this point, the sun has long set, but the battle between the weapon spirits and the practitioners continues to show no signs of dying down.
And back at the village—
"Dammit! There's far too many of them!"
"Endure!"
*Boom! Boom! Boom!* without pausing, the MAUs fired off heavy rounds of explosives at the Immortals that were emerging from the burning forest.
In the area that was originally a river filled with lively fish, weapon spirits and practitioners pitted their arms against the other—with neither side willing to back down without drawing the other's blood.
"Ignore the weapon spirits!"
"Aim for those metal cans instead!"
"We need to get rid of those, so that more of us can come up to the front!"
"Expend all your spirit Qi if you have to!"
Simultaneously, numerous practitioners take to the air, and press their hands outwards—to throw forth a handprint of spirit Qi.
Facing a barrage of spirit Qi handprints, Liang Jin He clicks his tongue, and shouts—
"Scatter! Eject from your units if you have to!"
Immediately, numerous MAUs hunched forward, as their pilots ejected from their cockpits.
"Dammit, I just got this thing repaired!"
Seeing what is happening outside, Qing Yue grits her teeth in frustration, as she is also forced to hit the eject button.
As soon as she is launched backwards at extreme speeds, Qing Yue sees a barrage of spirit Qi handprints rain down—to crush all the MAUs in front of her.
Bouncing off the ground a few times, the airbag-wrapped cockpit unit slowly comes to a rolling stop.
"…"
Grinding her teeth together beneath her mask, Qing Yue kicks the cockpit door away, and emerges from within the unit.
Drawing in a deep breath of air, Qing Yue tosses her Summoning Pouch into the air, and—
"Demon."
Following Qing Yue's mutter, the Summoning Pouch expands in volume; and opening itself as wide as possible—
"…"
A sharp object protrudes from within the pouch.
Momentarily, the sharp object's owner leaps out from within.
"The hell is this?!"
"R-Run!"
*Boom!!!* similarly to a mountain, a giant lands into the center of the battlefield, and in an indiscriminate manner, it begins to attack everything that occupied its field of vision.
A stature measuring at five meters in height—dressed in white robes with a hood and a pair of baggy white pants, the towering figure is a female demon with a single horn protruding from their forehead, while their forearms are shaded red, as if they had just been withdrawn from a pot of boiling water.
*Boom!!!*
"Aaaahh!!!"
"Withdraw quickly!"
Amidst the female demon's destructive movements, which are accompanied by the miserable shrieks of several practitioners, their long white hair—that is tied into a tail, sways wildly, acting like a whip, and those unfortunate enough to be hit by it had their bodies pulverized.
Retrieving her Summoning Pouch—
"Kuh…!"
Qing Yue feels as if her hands had just been splattered by a pot of hot oil, as she tries to control the female demon through her Relic.
Although this female demon is her strongest summon, Qing Yue hasn't had any luck in finding an effective means to control it.
Enduring the pain that threatens to cripple her hands, Qing Yue shouts—
"Moon Guards and the other Sinners nearby, direct my summon towards the Immortals, and get away from it after!"