Domestic Zone: You already have a system, why join a chat group?

Chapter 198 Look behind you!

Lu Mingfei immediately put on a smug face, deliberately imitating Russell's smug tone, and said with a smug look, "That's called all's fair in war. Little Zhou, you still have a lot to learn."

"Mingfei, don't give him a chance to abuse his power." Ye Fan didn't give Klein a chance to continue speaking, and said in a deep voice, "Let's attack together and eliminate him."

As soon as he finished speaking, boundless blood energy erupted from his body, and the pure golden blood energy shot into the sky like smoke, completely piercing through the already tattered clouds above his head.

He suddenly took a step forward, and a visible crack appeared in the void beneath his feet. He raised his arm, his five fingers clenched into a fist that could crush everything, and threw a punch straight at Klein.

Rumble!

The earth and sky shook.

The instant the punch was delivered, all sound and light were obscured by the fist imprint. Wherever the fist struck, the air was compressed into a visible white film, dust was crushed into powder, the omnipresent vital energy was violently drained, and even space itself began to distort and deform under the pressure of the punch.

The sky surged like a raging sea, with layers upon layers of spatial ripples twisting and converging, carrying an overwhelming force as they crushed down upon Klein.

"Holy crap! That's foul! How can you attack a competitor directly!" Klein's brows furrowed and veins throbbed. He shouted that it was a foul, but his actions betrayed him.

In an instant, his body completed the entire process from splitting to becoming ethereal, his whole body collapsing into a thin cloud of gray mist and dark liquid, gray and black blending together yet distinct from each other, barely sliding past the crushing path of that fist imprint.

The fist's energy grazed the edge of the gray mist, tearing off a small wisp. Before that wisp of gray mist could dissipate, it was crushed into nothingness by the fist.

The moment he reappeared, a sword cry like a dragon's roar exploded in his ears. Looking to the side, he saw Zhang Xiaofan's Pure Yang Sword approaching him.

As the sword fell, it glowed with blazing golden runes, and one after another, crimson runes emerged from the blade, swirling and overlapping, finally condensing into a pure yang sword aura tens of feet long before the blade's edge.

Where the sword energy passed, a straight vacuum band was created in the air. Looking into the distance, it seemed that even the sky had been cleaved open by this sword with a thin golden scar. Its speed was incredible; in the blink of an eye, everything in front of it had been cut in two.

"I'm going to die!" Klein's heart pounded wildly. He didn't have time to parry the sword strike, nor did he have time to summon a historical projection to block the blow for him. He reacted almost instinctively.

Klein's heart pounded wildly. A semi-transparent dark cloak instantly materialized around him, and a distorted, bizarre mask covered his face. His eerie aura surged dramatically.

"Fool!"

As the deep shout fell, invisible ripples spread out from his body, instantly enveloping Zhang Xiaofan, who was drawing his sword.

The power of blind folly!

As the ripples passed, Zhang Xiaofan's gaze became visibly dull, his pupils dilated, and the gleaming cinnabar between his brows seemed to be covered with a layer of dust. The sword energy, no longer under the control of its master's will, lost its direction, and the sword tip deflected, about to slash to the side.

At that moment, a soft, moon-white light rippled across the heavens and earth. At the center of the light, a thousand-armed Guanyin slowly rose from the void. Her thousand arms held either Prajna Sutra scrolls or Bodhi leaves, unfolding layer by layer like lotus petals. Lotus flowers bloomed in the void, and the light of wisdom shone in all directions, breaking through ignorance, severing delusion, and revealing one's true nature.

It is the manifestation of Xu Qi'an's great wisdom!

As the light of wisdom washed over him, Zhang Xiaofan, who had been blinded by folly, suddenly regained his senses. His unfocused pupils refocused, and the cinnabar between his brows once again burst forth with brilliant light.

With a gentle turn of his magic sword, the sword energy solidified once more, and he slashed down fiercely at Klein's head.

In the critical moment, Klein calmed down. The most dangerous blow had passed, and he had bought himself the reaction time he needed.

He raised his hand and gently clenched it. In the distant starry sky, a huge star radiating endless light and heat dimmed for a moment.

The dimness was so subtle that no astronomical telescope on Earth could capture this instantaneous change in brightness, but everyone on the battlefield felt it.

Because at the very moment the stars dimmed, a bright orange-red sun, carrying an aura of destruction and a heavy weight, descended from the sky.

Yes, Klein has connected himself to the concept of this star.

The violent energy of the stars descended upon this plateau in the next moment. Orange-red light filled every inch of space between heaven and earth, bringing boundless light and heat, and destructive power swept in all directions.

Of course, this is only a portion of the star's energy, and this one move alone is not enough to reverse the battle. However, his purpose was never to reverse the situation, but to delay and prepare for the next move.

The moment the celestial energy descended, Zhang Xiaofan's sword energy was annihilated by the boundless light and heat, and Ye Fan's subsequent fist energy was also forced back by the celestial light pressure. The fist imprint flowed upstream in the orange-red sea of ​​light, and was completely worn away after rushing out for dozens of feet.

Instead of resisting, everyone retreated behind Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an clasped his hands together, sat cross-legged in the void, his eyes slightly lowered, his expression neither sad nor happy.

A jet-black, glassy light descended from the void, one after another, like a waterfall, like a curtain.

The image of Acala (Fudō Myō-ō) was clearly formed.

The formless and intangible space was rearranged under the will of the Dharma Form, transforming into the most indestructible cage, completely isolating the endless light and heat outside the Dharma Form.

The orange-red sea of ​​light lapped against the glass-like barrier, creating ripples, yet it could not penetrate even a fraction of the surface.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei gripped Gungnir tightly, suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, transmitting the power all the way to his shoulders and arms. The runes on the gun began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye. He raised Gungnir high above his shoulder, leaned back like a fully drawn bow, and then hurled the spear of destiny out with the posture of throwing a javelin.

The moment the spear tip left his hand, a white sonic boom cloud exploded in the air, and Gungnir, trailing a crimson-gold tail, pierced straight towards Klein's back.

At this moment, Klein had retreated to the edge of the Four Elements and Five Phases Formation. His entire right arm was no longer in the shape of a human limb. Five sticky tentacles, like those of an octopus, extended from his sleeve, and each tentacle had a ring of suckers covered with fine teeth at the end.

The suction cups clung tightly to the barrier of the great array, and a lifeless gray-white color poured outward from the point of contact between the suction cups and the great array, gradually eroding and spreading along the patterns of the array, attempting to hollow out this array that could even solidify space inch by inch from its edges.

Sensing the spear of fate hurtling towards him from behind, Klein did not turn around. He understood Gungnir's locking mechanism better than anyone else present, so he chose a smarter way to deal with it.

He stepped back a body length, his body sinking into the gaps of history as he retreated. At the same time, he reached out his left hand and scooped up five identical projections from different timelines, each projection bearing a part of his destiny's signature.

Gungnir pierced through the gray mist, carrying the all-consuming flames of destiny, and precisely struck the first projection. The projection instantly vanished into nothingness in the flames. Then came the second, the third, the fourth, and the fifth. Each projection was delayed for less than half a breath before turning into nothingness in the crimson-gold flames of destiny.

But this brief, almost stingy delay was enough. Klein used this gained window to retreat three steps further into the historical gap, hiding himself in the deepest part of the folds of time.

However, after consuming all the projections, Gungnir's spear tip did not stop. It crashed into the edge of the gap in history, and the runes on the spear burst out with an intense light that was too dazzling to look at. The power of fate was like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, forcibly tearing a hideous rift in this area that should not exist in any rules.

Almost at the same instant, before Ye Fan and Zhang Xiaofan's follow-up attacks could arrive, a basketball-sized, exquisitely beautiful tricolor fire lotus drifted in through the crack torn open by Gungnir.

However, in the blind spot of Ye Fan and the others, facing this fire lotus containing terrifying energy, Klein's lips curled up slightly into a gentle arc.

The next second, he withdrew from the gap in history, and at the same time, he gently clenched his right hand, pulling all the tentacles that were attached to the array wall back into his sleeve.

boom!

The tri-colored fire lotus exploded with a deafening roar, and terrifying flames instantly swept in all directions. Its power was far greater than when the star fell earlier. The illusory image of the tri-colored fire lotus filled every corner of the gap in history. Flames soared into the sky, and scorching air currents even penetrated the cracks, burning the outside air.

"Done!" Lu Mingfei let out a long breath, slung the gun over his shoulder, and wore a triumphant look on his face.

It wasn't easy. After fighting three whole battles between gods and demons, their Righteous Alliance finally achieved a hard-won victory.

"Something's not right." Ye Fan frowned, his expression growing increasingly solemn, showing no joy of victory. He subconsciously reached out a hand, which instantly swelled up, transforming into a colossal hand that blotted out the sky and pressed down from the heavens with overwhelming power, heading straight for the rift in the gap of history.

"Lao Ye, there's no need to go to such extremes," Klein's voice, tinged with mockery, slowly drifted from the void.

The next moment, everyone could clearly see that inside the ancient, mottled, and eerie Source Castle Palace, a semi-transparent dark cloak slowly emerged, and beneath the cloak, a blank, illusory mask was particularly striking.

The protective array that originally covered the area, isolating the entire battlefield from the outside world, is being dissolved and eliminated at a visible speed.

"How is this possible?" Xu Qi'an looked at the scene before him in astonishment.

This grand formation was meticulously crafted by him for Klein, using the Great Reincarnation Dharma Image to construct a time loop and the Great Compassion Dharma Image to weave causal shackles, specifically targeting Klein's spirituality and authority. He even specially added Zhang Xiaofan's strange pure Yang power to the core of the formation. How could he possibly break free so easily?

"Hmm—" Xiao Yan guessed seriously, "Could it be Russell's doing?"

"It's not impossible." Xu Qi'an frowned; this was the only explanation he could come up with at the moment.

"What a pity." Lu Mingfei glanced at the increasingly illusory Source Castle Palace and sighed regretfully, "This time Klein got away, it will be difficult to design something against him again."

Fortunately, the trip wasn't entirely fruitless.

Lu Mingfei snapped out of his reverie, glanced at Basha who had already been knocked unconscious by the aftershocks of the battle underground, clenched his right hand slightly, and gathered spatial power in his palm. The Nibelungen's mouth slowly opened in front of him.

But the next moment, the Source Castle, which had almost completely turned into nothingness, reappeared.

The ancient, weathered palace re-emerged from nothingness, and in the very center of the palace, Klein gracefully removed his top hat and placed it on his chest, bowing slightly.

His posture was composed and precise, like an actor saluting the audience at the start of a performance.

The grafted authority takes effect once again.

The scene before them suddenly distorted, the world spun, and the air and light around them changed instantly. The next second, everyone had left the highland riverbank of Spain and appeared on a vast, boundless reddish-brown wasteland.

The wind howled, whipping up clouds of sand that stung the skin. The distant horizon was blurred, and a desolate, deathly atmosphere permeated the entire world.

This time, Klein's target for grafting authority was the Nibelungen that Lu Mingfei was about to open. He directly grafted the opening point of the Nibelungen onto a star in this universe that the ancients named "Yinghuo".

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow. No one knew this star better than him. He turned his beam of light towards Klein, who was not far away, wanting to see what this future Lord of Mysteries was planning to do by bringing them all the way to Mars. But he saw Klein smiling and pointing behind him: "Why don't you turn around and take a look?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Fan turned around.

The storm raged, and the reddish-brown sandstorm, like a giant, ever-rolling curtain, swallowed all the outlines in the distance into a chaotic ochre hue.

At the edge of that boundless wasteland, on the line where the sandstorm meets the sky, a white bone demon banner stands tall, and beneath the banner, a purplish-black figure stands silently in the wind and sand.

A purplish-black demonic aura emanated from his body, silently crushing the sand grains that rushed towards him within a few feet into nothingness. He crossed his arms, looking relaxed.

"Russell? Han Li?"

Not only Ye Fan, but Xu Qi'an, Zhang Xiaofan, and Lu Mingfei were also shocked when they saw this situation.

It seems they've fallen for their trap!

Fortune