One of the twenty Immortals raised his hand in a pressing motion, quelling the trembling Earth beneath their feet, not out of concern for the damage to the continent, but simply because he would not tolerate any other power being insolent in his presence.
Everyone looked up.
The sky, which had been shrouded in a layer of blood, had returned to its normal state.
Twenty-two streams of essence qi connected heaven and earth. Besides that, there were no abnormalities in the sky.
"An accident?" one of the Immortals speculated.
"No, definitely man-made," another countered.
"Let's put this aside for now. Kill Li Changzhou, then deal with it slowly."
The gazes of the twenty Immortals once again fell upon the Turquoise Pool and Li Qianxia.
Just then, something pressed down upon them.
A tremor that was hard to describe suddenly emerged from the depths of everyone's hearts, as if something utterly unshakable was descending from the heavens.
Under their watchful eyes, that thing landed, step by step, treading upon the void as it approached.
Slim legs, strong and slender like those of an elk; tender skin resembling smooth White Jade, eyes brighter than those of the average person, in front of them stood a young boy who could be described as aesthetically pleasing.
"Brother!" Li Qianxia called out excitedly.
Although the Turquoise Pool had instructed her to ask Li Changzhou for help, Li Changzhou now was bereft of Mana, possessing only a "Divine Body" that lasted three seconds. What help could he possibly offer by coming here?
Teleportation?
Useless.
The enemy had already thoroughly researched Li Changzhou's skills and was prepared for everything. That was one of the reasons they dared to set this trap.
But without calling Li Changzhou over, she and the Turquoise Pool would be in danger. While she hesitated, to her surprise, Li Changzhou came on his own!
"Brother?"
The twenty Immortals turned their attention to this petite child who indeed bore the shadow of Li Changzhou in his features.
"I thought something had happened to you; turns out you've reincarnated to begin a new life!" someone jeered.
"Attack!"
Suddenly, an immense Strength rushed towards the sky, blasting through the troposphere, stratosphere, mesosphere, thermosphere, and exosphere in an instant!
The words "Attack" were uttered crisply, but before the "attack" sound had even faded, he had already stepped back and let the black mist advance.
[Unbearable]
Information shock, willpower determination...
"Emotion Control"
The twenty Immortals' divine bodies struggled against the information shock, but Instinct clenched onto the Fury within them, refusing to let the power burst forth.
The pace of the Strength slowed, yet it was still able to catch up with preemptively launched missiles, and this slowness brought an added heavy majesty to the destructive power.
"Brother, let's go!" Li Qianxia flew to Li Changzhou's side—the space was indeed locked down, "Instantaneous" movement was unusable.
This was not an issue, however.
As long as they could escape from this space, no number of Immortals could do anything to Li Changzhou, who had access to "Honey Pot Worlds" and "Teleportation."
But the black mist didn't advance; instead, it retreated and surged out.
Just as it was about to collide with the strength, the humanoid black mist suddenly condensed into a Black Line, avoiding it by a hair's breadth.
This Black Line gave off a terrifying visual impression, like a rope of solidified ghostly black blood or a crack splitting the Void.
The Black Line twisted like an extreme Black Dragon, sinuously agile, weaving through the tide of power, and in a blink of an eye, it approached the Immortal who had shouted "Attack."
Aiming for the center of the brow, the Black Line decisively struck down!
Aware of something, the Immortal's eyelids lifted slightly, and as he became alert, the Black Line reflected in his pupils rapidly enlarged.
In the nick of time, the Immortal raised his arm.
Hisss! The Black Line touched and withdrew immediately.
The remaining Immortals woke up in succession.
Their wills, tempered by the Value Game and Human Tribulations, were already strong, and they were also equipped with items or skills specifically designed to stabilize emotions.
All twenty Immortals passed their willpower tests, regaining consciousness rapidly, too quickly for the Turquoise Pool and Li Qianxia to strike—trying to flee had delayed their only chance to act.
Bright red blood flowed down the attacked Immortal's arm.
If an ordinary person witnessed this scene of unceasing bleeding, they would surely be so panicked that their heart rate would increase, and their brain might even generate the realistic thought "I'm going to die," enough to affect the body physically, essentially scaring themselves.
The injured Immortal glanced at the wound and only scoffed coldly.
"Too weak," he declared, "Even your sneak attack only left a small wound. Li Changzhou, you are too weak now."
The Black Line enlarged, turned into black mist, and as the black mist receded, Li Changzhou emerged.
Stepping forward, he switched places with the black mist and said leisurely, "How many wounds does it take to kill a man?"
"Kill? With your current strength, you even think—" another sneered.
"Look at your own body!" another Immortal suddenly bellowed, cutting him off.
There was terror in his shout.
The sneering Immortal looked down.
Half of his body was gone, and the ash that had been in the shape of his lower body was slowly falling through the air, gradually dispersing.
The destruction was still spreading, and in a flash, his abdomen was gone as well.
"What's going on?!" he exclaimed in panic.
There was no pain, nothing unusual, not even a response from his danger Perception. What was happening?! What Skill was this?!
Three rays of light arose from the three Essence Qi Heavenly Pillars, shining down upon the injured Immortal.