Luo Si reached out and was about to retrieve the fishing net.
But how could the Earth Evil God let it go?
Its divine body trembled, releasing rolling Earth-Lung Miasma, like heavy foam, seeping through the many net eyes of the fishing net, covering the net into its divine body.
Luo Si imdiately felt his connection with the net weakening, the pulling force insufficient to resist—retrieval failed!
When it rains, it pours!
The Lord of Wangchuan no longer held back his power, directly activating the phantom of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors.
The phantom of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors swirled fiercely in the air, emitting a sharp screech! It did not target Ning Zhuo, nor did it attack Luo Si, but followed the gaze of the Lord of Wangchuan, pointed directly at the Path of Silence.
This temporary passage created by the cooperation of the Returning Silence Path Candle body and the Taixu Disintegration Ruler was imdiately facing a fatal threat!
The gaze of the Lord of Wangchuan was as cold as ice.
Ning Zhuo and Luo Si both changed color.
The combat experience of the Lord of Wangchuan is extrely rich. This choice was sowhat unexpected, yet it hit the most crucial point of the battle.
The unconscious Qing Chi lay within the Qujing, and once the Qujing was destroyed, Qing Chi would surely die!
Don’t forget, the Qing Jiao Army has already returned, moved to the previous Black Cloud Battlefield, and deployed the ceremonial military camp for stationed.
Once the Qujing is destroyed and the inside and outside are cut off, Luo Si will beco water without a source! He will no longer be able to continuously receive military support from the Qing Jiao Army.
Relying only on his own strength, having lost the Wangchuan passage, he will be swiftly defeated before the Earth Evil God.
"Qing Chi!!!" Ning Zhuo shouted loudly, transmitting thoughts with divine sense, trying to awaken Qing Chi, but was unsuccessful.
Qing Yan was also speeding through the passage!
Ning Zhuo frantically dashed toward Qing Chi.
The pain and mortal danger he carried at this mont were all thrown out of his mind by Ning Zhuo.
Qing Chi helped him greatly, and as the commander of the Qing Jiao Army, though not the critical core, he is certainly indispensable!
A new set of Iron Han Armor overloaded in an instant, the complete Golden Core in the Five Elents Golden Core Wheel buzzing, frantically spewing Golden Core power.
The sharp tal aura of the White Tiger Breaking Army Formation tore through the air, the propulsion force of the Fire Tongue Formation was completely squeezed out!
Together with the military boost from the Qing Jiao Army, Ning Zhuo charged toward the entrance of the Qujing like a burning teor without a care.
"Stop for —!" Ning Zhuo roared, pursuing the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors phantom!
"Get lost!" Luo Si also bellowed!
Within the Wangchuan Tributary, the Lord of Wangchuan revealed a trace of a disdainful cold smile.
Despite his terrible condition, his combat power greatly declined, but with just one strike, he overturned the battle.
This marvelous and precise target choice was like a fatal poison knife, aiming to stab directly into the enemy’s heart!
"Don’t even think about succeeding!" In the face of crisis, Luo Si let out a soul-splitting roar.
The giant fist of the Earth Evil God was sothing Luo Si could no longer care about.
As the leading general, he knew too well what was most important.
Imdiately, he disregarded his own safety and went all out to throw the rod!
The fishing rod burst out with dark light, the rod and line stretched tight in an instant, though it was a substitute, it was still of Magic Treasure Level.
Fishing Skill—Hook of Three Lifetis!
The Hook of Three Lifetis was fiercely thrown out, dazzling like a teor in the air, drawing a straight line of light.
This slender streak of light speed was astounding, intercepting halfway the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors phantom threatening to destroy all.
"Hooked it!" Luo Si’s spirit was invigorated.
He held the rod tightly with both hands, and a terrifying force feedback struck at the next mont.
Allowing himself to be dragged, he took the opportunity to dodge the punch from the Earth Evil God.
Creating a temporary safe distance, he pulled the rod with all his strength.
For a mont, the fishing rod was drawn into an exaggerated large arc, the fishing line humd, unable to withstand such ravagent!
The Hook of Three Lifetis shone brightly, hooked at the interwoven joints of the phantom!
The deadlock lasted for a full three breaths!
Bam.
A soft sound, the Hook of Three Lifetis suddenly exploded, shattering into countless fine powder.
The fishing rod snapped inch by inch, while the fishing line directly disintegrated in the sky into countless points of dark light, dissipating.
"Puh—!" Luo Si seed to be struck by a heavy hamr, spewing a large mouthful of Original Soul Blood, his breath flickering like a candle in a gale, about to extinguish!
But his desperate sacrifice and attack were not in vain.
The unstoppable silhouette of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors, after destroying the Hook of Three Lifetis, slowed its forward speed by a full thirty percent, and its indomitable sharpness clearly dimd!
Within the Iron Han Armor, Ning Zhuo’s eyes were blood-red. Taking advantage of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors being stalled by Luo Si’s sacrifice, he pushed all the functionalities of the Iron Han Armor to their limits!
The Five Elents Golden Core Wheel developed cracks layer by layer, and the Golden Wings, due to intense friction with the air, had the tips burnt and deford.
Ning Zhuo transford into a cot burning with golden light and crimson flas, surpassing his own speed limit, and fiercely charged into the unstable entry of the Path of Silence!
Although Qing Yan was closer, Ning Zhuo, with his insane speed, still reached Qing Chi’s side first.
"Qing Chi!" Ning Zhuo grabbed Qing Chi and held her protectively in his arms.
At the instant he held Qing Chi, the silhouette of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors, a step late, struck the Path of Silence with destructive power!
The cold gaze of Lord of Wangchuan pierced through the turbulent tributary of Wangchuan, witnessing this scene, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily curved into a cruel arc: "I have won."
The dim yet still deadly double blades of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors opened gently like the fangs of Death, swiftly snipping.
Crack.
At that mont, everyone seed to hear the illusion sound of a quick snip.
Instantly, the space at the entrance of the Path of Silence exploded like a brittle ice surface struck by a giant stone!
Countless pitch-black pieces of space, radiating a destructive aura, shot and swept frenziedly in all directions like the sharpest blades!
The explosions of the Path kept occurring, starting from one end and swiftly extending to the other with remarkable speed.
Boom boom boom...
Ning Zhuo flew desperately with Qing Chi in his arms, feeling the cold touch of death.
To look back is to turn into dust!
A desperate flight!
The raging space storm chased relentlessly behind him!
Countless flying space debris, resembling the scythe of Death, dangerously whizzed past Ning Zhuo’s side, overhead, and beneath his feet!
The back of the Iron Han Armor kept getting scratched, the wounds rapidly expanded, sending sparks and electric light flying!
The structural wounds on the chanical Battle Armor tore bigger and bigger during the frantic flight.
Ning Zhuo’s heart fell into the abyss of despair.
There was absolutely no way for him to switch to a new set of Iron Han Armor—even a mont’s pause would an being engulfed by the space storm, leading to death and destruction.
Even the small action of deploying the chanical Dragon had beco a luxury.
"Take her away—!!!" A resolute figure passed Ning Zhuo, charging towards the space storm.
It was Qing Yan!
This Golden Core Cultivator, in the instant the passage collapsed, knew he couldn’t possibly escape the turbulent space currents.
At the mont they brushed past each other, his eyes held not a trace of fear, only an infinite love for his daughter and a determination to protect!
He stood behind Ning Zhuo, facing the terrifying space storm directly.
In the next mont, his whole body burst with unprecedented brilliant golden light.
Boom——!!!
A self-detonation of a Golden Core Cultivator, burning out his entire cultivation level, stirred up a raging wave within the chaotic space currents!
The wave collided with the space storm, creating an even more chaotic scene of mutual destruction.
The space storm’s charge halted.
Qing Yan sacrificed himself, securing the last shred of hope for Ning Zhuo!
"Father——!!!" A heart-wrenching cry of grief sounded suddenly in Ning Zhuo’s arms.
Stirred awake by the violent jolt and energy shock, Qing Chi opened her eyes just in ti to witness Qing Yan’s tragic self-detonation.
The golden light illuminated her face, yet she saw only her father—a man of few words, silently guarding her, a father who would shake his head helplessly at her wilfulness, stand tall when she was in danger, and sighed and made concessions during her tantrums...
Her father was no more.
The piercing heartache of losing a loved one forever seed to pierce through Qing Chi’s heart at this mont.
She fainted again.
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