Chapter 886: Contact

Chapter 886: Contact

Five hundred li northeast of Youdu in Great Qi, in a low-lying area, the grass on the ground had grown to half a meter high, a lush green expanse that swayed gently with the breeze, evoking the feeling of being in Qingqiu, bringing peace and serenity to the heart.

Yet no one could have imagined that all of Great Qi's elite were already lying in ambush here, waiting for the people from Tianchen to arrive.

At this moment, Li Huowang frowned deeply as he lay buried in the earth, his keen hearing attuned to every movement above him.

He had been lying there for an entire day, solely to verify whether the information from the dice was correct.

"Feeling cramped? Want to take a little breath?" Li Huowang asked himself mentally.

"Dad, they're here."

The instant he heard those words, a chill ran down Li Huowang's spine, his heartbeat quickening.

Then he heard the heavy footsteps above, accompanied by bird calls—there were no birds in Great Qi now! Those were Tianchen birds!

As Li Huowang’s mind stirred, the solid earth around him began to liquefy, carefully pushing him slowly toward the surface.

When one of his eyes, peering through the gaps in the green grass, caught sight of the deliberately dressed men in Great Qi attire approaching, he let out a great sigh of relief.

"It wasn’t the main army—it was an infiltrator sent by Tianchen. They’ve started playing dirty tricks."

There were quite a few of them, at least several hundred.

Li Huowang didn’t know what their purpose was, but regardless, since they had discovered their position, their plans were thoroughly ruined.

Without any warning, several dark shadows suddenly rose from behind a distant hillside and flew toward them.

Only when they drew closer did they realize it was the Buddha from Zhengde Temple. The Buddha in mid-air opened its twisted mouth and, along with the monk inside, began chanting obscure Buddhist scriptures: “Jie Di Jie~Di Po Luo Jie~Di Po Luo Seng~Jie Di Pu Ti Sa Bo He.”

When the Buddha crashed heavily into the crowd, its entire writhing body splattered like a watermelon that had fallen from the sky, crushing everything beneath it to pulp.

Any infiltrators touched by the Buddha’s flesh and blood screamed in despair, their bodies twisting violently and inevitably piling up into a heap.

These people came as infiltrators, and in such numbers—faced with the sudden ambush of the Zhengde Temple Buddha, they were completely unprepared.

But their response was swift. A melodious string music suddenly rang out, followed by black, rotting rice-like waves surging from a historical rift, instantly covering the Buddha entirely.

In this small depression, the battle intensified. Though both sides were evenly matched, Great Qi had no room for losses.

"This won't do—we’ll go over there first and sever their roots!" Li Huowang said, pressing his body against the grass as he moved toward Tianchen.

The Zen group fought fiercely; the battle outside was so intense that the people of Tianchen failed to notice someone else creeping closer.

Through the circular hole, Li Huowang saw the dense forest ahead and the people within.

It seemed Tianchen had brought many people for this infiltration mission, mostly large, fierce-looking men.

Among them, Li Huowang couldn’t spot the "No-Mouth Army" or the Golden Dragon. He felt slightly relieved.

At least, from what he could see, this wasn’t a trap. The dice hadn’t betrayed him in this matter.

When he noticed the forest shrinking rapidly before him, Li Huowang quickly shifted his position and stepped directly into it.

The moment he entered Tianchen territory, Li Huowang noticed something he had missed before—a tall figure stood atop a raised platform behind the crowd, wearing stilts, his face painted with fox makeup.

Red dots marked his brow, red marks adorned his forehead. His hands gripped stilts that were several zhang high, standing firmly on the ground. His body leaned forward, two sticks bound to his hands also stuck straight into the earth.

From the very first glance, Li Huowang knew this man was the link between Great Qi and Tianchen—the Heart Worm.

No reason, just because every time his eyebrows twitched, a portal would open from his heart, sending people from Tianchen across.

This was a forest, aside from enemies constantly being sent to Great Qi, only dozens of the No-Mouth Army remained.

Watching them vigilantly surround the fox-faced old man on stilts confirmed Li Huowang’s suspicions.

"Let’s go!" With a command, dozens of tentacles emerged from Li Huowang’s body and quickly pressed against the ground.

Using his ability to shrink distance, with his spine sword in hand, he charged toward the fox-faced elder at incredible speed.

Just as Li Huowang was about to reach them, a historical portal suddenly appeared, blocking his path.

Seeing the Zen group devouring flesh and burning scars through the portal, Li Huowang realized they were in Great Qi. This person had used the Heart Worm’s power to attack.

Not only that, another portal appeared overhead, the two intersecting as if aiming to slice him apart with their edges.

More portals rapidly formed around Li Huowang, showing how skillfully they wielded their abilities.

Before the two portals met, Li Huowang rushed into the one before him. With a powerful kick on his left foot, he suspended in midair above the fierce battle in Great Qi, quickly turning around.

When he saw the two portals miss each other, Li Huowang’s body flashed again, re-entering the circular portal.

However, unlike when he came out, when he returned to the rift, the fox-faced elder had already descended from the platform and hidden himself. The dozens of No-Mouth Army members had surrounded Li Huowang in a circle.

In the next moment, all the No-Mouth Army raised their jade-white hands, charging toward Li Huowang with overwhelming force.

Even a slight touch would cause his pain, death, decay, or blood and flesh to be torn away from him.

At this critical moment, Li Huowang’s red robe suddenly inflated, swelling outwards. In an instant, he split into hundreds of figures.

These Li Huowangs, like bees in a hive, flew in all directions.

Hundreds of jade hands swept through the air as Li Huowang danced and dodged, some escaping, others not. Those touched by the hands vanished like smoke.

This was Li Sui’s technique. Knowing their special ability, he simply overwhelmed them with sheer numbers, leaving them unable to respond.

Once the No-Mouth Army cleared the sky of all the Li Huowangs, the real Li Huowang had already slipped away from their encirclement.

Seeing Li Huowang perched on a tree branch far away, everyone from Tianchen immediately abandoned the Great Qi fighters and rushed toward him.

Some things were released from them, vanishing into the sky before Li Huowang could even recognize them. Their reinforcements would arrive soon.