Chapter 875 -778: Our Battle Can Shake the Divine (Part 2) 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

But unfortunately, the combined attack of the three still had no effect this time.

“Boom!” A fierce wave of energy surged out, and the three of them stepped back together to relieve the force. Within the smoke, the Heavenly God of Longevity looked down at the Tai Chi beneath his feet, muttering to himself: “Troublesome treasure… grinding away my power like a millstone, otherwise, all of you would have been injured here by now.”

Yuxu’s injuries were not yet healed, but he had a treasure he could borrow. The Tai Chi Diagram, once the Tao Venerable’s residing treasure, was also the fundamental source of Yuxu’s cultivation, and one of the world’s top treasures aside from the Heavenly Book, also seen as one of the evolutions of the fundamental Law.

Originally, the Heavenly God of Longevity had a treasure himself, his Divine Axe was no less valuable and perhaps even more well-known, but unfortunately, this item is now hidden in Zhao Changhe’s ring.

Yet even so, the rise and fall, the Heavenly God of Longevity was even still carrying injuries, and Zhao Changhe and the others felt as if they were fighting the world itself with no way to inflict any harm on him during their two probing attacks.

“If it’s just you, with no other cards to play… then unfortunately, you all still have to die here.” There was a hint of ferocity in the eyes of the Heavenly God of Longevity as he raised his imitation Divine Axe, poised to strike.

With just a gesture, the sky instantly filled with rolling black clouds, thunder roared, and the oppressive cloud layer descended from the Nine Heavens, suffocating those beneath it.

It was as if he was about to unleash some grand attack…

But at that moment, the Heavenly God of Longevity’s expression changed slightly once again.

Zhao Changhe gripped the Dragon Sparrow, suddenly leaping forward with a scatter of divine and mortal spirits: “Since I dared to come north, I have a way to kill you, stop putting on airs!”

“Clang!” The blade and axe clashed, splitting the clouds like a knife, bringing daylight back. A radiant red sun emerged from the opening in the sky, and a sword radiance shot up into the Heavenly Vault.

The couple coordinated seamlessly, and Li Shentong stepped up to assist, also curious about what had suddenly distracted the Heavenly God of Longevity, diminishing his momentum by several degrees?

On the surface, this battle seemed unwinnable… what was the key? Li Shentong pondered, glancing at the battlefield amidst the flurry.

This glance rendered his expression quite colorful.

…

As Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling chased to the heavens, assuming this couple had rushed to their deaths in front of the Divine Bo’e, he leisurely awaited Huangfu Qing’s attack within the tribe.

From Huangfu Qing’s perspective, naturally it should have been Zhao and Yue pursuing Bo’e, allowing her to easily lead her troops to break the tribe and fall into a trap.

Instead, Bo’e waited and waited, but the Han army didn’t come.

Bo’e was baffled, attempting a probing Divine Thought, nearly popping his eyes out of his sockets.

Evidently, the Han light cavalry, having set out without enough food and water, had somehow produced countless tents, fences, and deer antlers, setting up camp against a desolate mountain.

Where did these supplies manifest from? You cavalry traversing the grassland, carrying fences and antlers? How did they bring them?

The soldiers, originally resentful due to a lack of food and water, now mysteriously had various jerky and cakes in their hands, along with bag after bag of clear water, all happily eating and drinking in turns. The time Bo’e had spent waiting for them in the tribe allowed them to have a good meal…

Who exactly possesses that page of the True Illusion from the Heavenly Book? Where did your supplies come from? Bo’e even suspected that if they kept pulling items out, they might soon bring forth a whole city!

If you had these things, why not use them during the march in recent days?

The sound of hooves came from the south.

The tribes encountered along the way had gathered into an army in recent days, responding to the earlier thunderous signal, immediately rushing to this location.

Bo’e made a swift decision: “They have only thirty to forty thousand troops in total! Before they complete setting up their camp, we must attack from both sides, and they will definitely crumble!”

In the blink of an eye, the seemingly undefended tribe turned into a torrent sweeping across the mountains, rushing towards the Han troops setting up camp at the foothill.

Bo’e flew again, pointing his scepter, unleashing thunder identical to the earlier one upon the Han camp, determined to stop their encampment.

The air suddenly filled with strange sparks, interwoven with lightning, resplendent like the Capital’s Spring Festival fireworks. The cascading thunder gradually faded amidst the sparks, a high-soaring firebird shooting skyward, its clear cry heard within a hundred miles.

Zhao Changhe’s woman with her own theme music… her battles always provided a vivid audio-visual experience.

“Great Shaman, be calm for now. Huangfu has been waiting for you for a long time.” A Flame Spear suddenly stabbed out from the Fire Bird Dharma Form, a weapon Huangfu Qing hadn’t used in at least seven or eight years. Worldly Society battles rarely required her to draw a weapon, especially something so long, inconvenient for carrying in Worldly Society.

But in this scenario, amidst the charge of thousands of troops, it seemed to align with the definition of the Heavenly Dao.

For the first time before an enemy, she called herself Huangfu, not the “Vermilion Bird” she had called herself for sixteen or seventeen years, which bore the blood of a general’s family rather than her own.

“Clang!” Bo’e quickly set his scepter against the spear, producing a crisp metallic sound. The fierce flames rushed straight to his face from the point of impact, his eyes suddenly filled with Thunder, both sides faltering.

Huangfu Qing’s mouth curled into a mocking smile: “Looks like your injury hasn’t healed either.”

Bo’e seemed to be out of luck entirely. Injured by Xia Longyuan in the Temple battle and losing the Divine Axe, mocked by the Heavenly Book’s officials, he struggled for power on the grassland against Tie Muer. Attempting to loop around to Chang’an, he was then beaten by this family of three there, the old wounds hadn’t healed properly, and now he had new ones.