My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 250: The Spear

Long Liu frowned as she watched the counter displaying the number of Black Turtle Continent members still alive. Just moments ago, both sides had been slowly losing numbers at a steady and almost equal pace—odd for such a chaotic battlefield, but still within the realm of possibility.

But now... the sudden spike in deaths on their side could only mean one thing—the enemy had stopped playing fair.

'Well, this was to be expected,' she thought, keeping her expression calm despite the grim realization.

Dong Yun, who also noticed the problem, looked at her with a worried expression. "Elder Long, should we move our plans forward? If this keeps up, all ten thousand cultivators might die."

Those inside the battlefield were the best of their generation. Losing them would deal a devastating blow to any sect, even powerful ones like the Dao Seeking School and the Black Turtle Continent. Not to mention that many of those trapped inside were from Dong Yun's own family.

He couldn't bear the thought of losing so many of them.

But Long Liu remained resolute, shaking her head. "You know it's too soon. We have to wait for the sect master. Moving too early could cost us the chance to wipe them out for good."

Dong Yun sighed heavily but knew better than to argue. He clenched his fists, holding back his frustration as the grim numbers continued to fall.

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As the counter kept dropping, Feng Fan's mind raced. 'Is tampering with the barrier really the only way? Letting half of our side die just to succeed?'

He activated his spiritual qi vision, scanning the area for a shortcut or weakness in the array. But no matter how hard he looked, nothing revealed itself.

Then, a sudden flash of intense spiritual qi appeared on his vision, hiding hundreds of meters underground.

'That...' Feng Fan focused on it, trying to analyze the source. The sheer amount of qi was abnormal, almost as much as Su Xiaoli's silver fan had released before they captured it.

Realization struck him, and his eyes widened. "Ah, that's right!"

He turned to Xue Qiang, who was frowning, clearly trying to think of a solution herself.

"Qinqin, I think I found what called you earlier, and I believe we can use it to destroy the formation."

"What? How?" she asked, surprise clear on her face.

She wasn't the only one. The others turned their attention to Feng Fan, eyes filled with hope—especially Dong Tao, whose hatred for the foreign cultivators burned like fire.

"Brother Feng, tell us quickly!" Dong Tao rushed over, his face anxious.

Feng Fan nodded, understanding the urgency. "Qinqin, remember how Su Xiaoli got her silver fan? I believe whatever is calling you comes from the same origin. It's packed with a massive concentration of spiritual qi. If I'm right, we can use it to blast the array open."

Xue Qiang's eyes lit up with realization. "I see... but where is it?"

Feng Fan pointed downward. "Right there, hundreds of meters below the ground."

Without wasting more time, he jumped high into the air. "Everyone, give me some space!"

His team quickly backed away, clearing the ground for his strike.

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Feng Fan summoned the Suppression Relic into his hand, channeling his spiritual qi into it. "Little Brick, time to shine." He hurled it downward, and the relic grew larger as it plummeted, crashing into the ground with unstoppable force.

The impact blasted the earth apart, but the Suppression Relic didn't slow down at all—it moved as if the ground were made of air, cutting through the soil without resistance.

Finally, it struck the source of the spiritual qi. An explosion of dense energy erupted upward, scorching the earth and leaving a trail of ashes behind. Even Feng Fan, with his powerful body, felt the temperature spike.

From the depths of the earth, a dark red spear shot into the air, its presence suffocating. Blazing flames swirled around it, so fierce they seemed capable of burning the very soul. The weapon hovered in midair, exuding a terrifying power.

On the spear's handle, a glowing symbol reading "Suppression" shone brightly, casting a powerful light that illuminated everything around it.

The sheer amount of spiritual qi radiating from the spear made everyone around it feel suffocated. It was the complete opposite of the calm, cold aura that Su Xiaoli's silver fan had emitted. Instead, the spear's presence was wild and fiery, like a raging inferno.

Xue Qiang stood frozen, her eyes locked on the spear, her face blank and unmoving. It was as if her mind had been pulled somewhere far away, leaving her body behind. The others watched with concern, unsure of what was happening.

"Qinqin, take the spear!" Feng Fan shouted, snapping Xue Qiang out of her daze. She blinked twice, his words bringing her back to reality. Her expression hardened, and without hesitation, she leaped toward the spear.

The scorching flames burned her skin, making it feel like her body was evaporating. Ignoring the pain, Xue Qiang pushed her cultivation technique to its limit, forcing her spiritual qi to surge outward despite the array below draining her energy.

As her qi collided with the spear's blazing aura, the flames seemed to acknowledge her presence, pulling back as if inviting her to come closer. Gritting her teeth, she extended her hand and finally grasped the spear's handle.

The moment her fingers wrapped around it, the spear's flames vanished completely. A sharp sting pricked her palm, and blood seeped from her hand into the weapon.

Suddenly, her vision blurred, and the world around her changed.

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It was the end of times.

Dozens of volcanoes erupted across the land, spewing fire and molten rock into the sky. Rivers of magma carved through the earth, leaving nothing but scorched devastation in their path.

Lives were lost by the hundreds every second, their screams swallowed by the roaring infernos.

The ground trembled and split open, swallowing entire villages. As they fell into the abyss, their desperate cries fading into silence. In such a grim reality, lives held no value.