Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

My God! It's a sword! A colossal, ancient-looking sword, its entire body shimmering with a dark radiance, as if it had been hanging there since time immemorial—a giant sword!

Bai Mo instantly remembered! The legend of this "Heavenly Punishment Blade"! It was enormous, heavy, and incredibly sturdy! It was said to be able to unleash destructive beams of energy!

What is this? This is the ultimate throwing material that perfectly meets all his needs! It's massive, extremely strong, and has absolutely top-notch high-temperature resistance!

More importantly—it's cool! Which is cooler: dropping a giant sword imbued with ancient legends from space, or throwing a bulky, thick, black metal pillar? There's no need to choose; it's definitely the former!

"Wan Di! Wan Di! That one! That one! I want that one!" Bai Mo grabbed Wan Di's arm, pointed at the giant sword hanging high above Xuanfeng City, seemingly suppressing everything, and shouted excitedly.

Chapter 88 Ten Thousand Enemies: My plan to elbow Nicardi while running the Styx Marathon has failed.

Wan Di rubbed his temples helplessly and sighed deeply: "This city has always belonged to me. Everything here... if you really want it, you can take it. But..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone becoming serious and chilling, "Before that, we must first accomplish our initial goal—to completely defeat Nicardoli!"

The air was thick with an atmosphere of madness and strife, and the shattered temple ruins lay prostrate on the ground like the skeleton of a giant beast.

Wan Di, the crown prince of the precarious position, stepped through the Gate of a Hundred Realms with heavy yet firm steps.

His gaze was fixed on the enormous, twisted, constantly writhing, regenerating, and suffocatingly oppressive inhuman body in front of him—

That was Nicardoli, the Titan of "Conflict" who was once the faith of Suspended Peak and has now completely fallen into the Black Tide.

Wan Di took a deep breath, channeling all his strength, and his voice boomed like thunder:

"Rotten God! Confront me! Prepare for your doom!"

"I am the Son of the Suspended Edge, the Golden Blood of the Oracle! I bring you the fairest price—"

He opened his arms, his voice rising to its zenith, each word like a blow to the anvil of fate:

"I'll give you my thousand scars and a hundred lives for your glorious death in an epic tale!"

The epic and sacrificial battle cry still echoed, and Wan Di, maintaining his tragic posture, slightly turned his head, as if to remind his two comrades behind him—:

"Bai'er, Bai Mo! The opponent is Nicardoli, the Spear of Heavenly Punishment—the immortal God-King!"

Its power is no ordinary matter! Try to hide behind me! I share in His blessing of immortality, let me be the most steadfast…”

His words stopped abruptly.

Because the scene he saw was completely different from the image he had imagined in his mind of his companions being on high alert or on guard.

Bai Mo... wasn't even looking at that terrifying God King.

He was busy quietly opening a slightly smaller Hundred Realms Gate not far behind the crowd.

The other end of the door leads directly to a quarry near Xuanfeng City with abundant reserves!

Bai Mo raised his hands in a gesture, his eyes shining, and focused intently on controlling another Hundred Realms Gate.

Countless ores shimmering with strange luster were seized by an invisible hand, turning into torrents that rushed to be swallowed and transferred by the Hundred Realms Gate, their destination unknown.

Bai Mo's expression was like that of a miser who had discovered a gold mine; there was not a trace of tension in the face of the Titan of "Conflict".

"Uh... Bai Mo?" Wan Di's tragic expression froze on his face, his voice trembling with shock and confusion, "What... what are you doing?!"

Bai Mo didn't even turn his head, continuing to work even harder while replying in a matter-of-fact tone, "You mean this? These are all good stuff. We're all preparing to leave, so of course we need to move the spoils first, right?"

"Withdraw? They withdrew?" Wan Di was stunned.

Bai Mo opened a portal to Ohma from behind and said:

"Of course! Look, the enemy's location has been determined, and the pre-battle bluffing has been completed."

You know my 'spellcasting characteristics'; against an opponent of this caliber, of course I need to retreat to a safe distance before unleashing my firepower.

Only then did Bai Mo manage to glance at Wan Di, his eyes filled with doubt.

"What? You're really planning to trade your thousand scars and a hundred lives for Him, playing a life-for-life game? That's too low a return, brother."

"But...but..." Wan Di was speechless for a moment, feeling that the tragic heroic spirit in his chest almost choked him to death.

He was even mentally prepared to run a marathon with Nicardi in the River Styx while elbowing each other!

Now his teammates are telling him: Stop running, let's just cancel the game?

"Alright, Medmos." Bai Er sighed helplessly, trying to comfort his comrade whose worldview had been shaken.

"Bai Mo's, uh... 'fighting style,' you've experienced it firsthand. Believe me, in this situation, if we really rush up and engage in close combat with Nicardoli, we won't be able to help him; instead, we'll limit his performance."

"..." Wan Di felt an indescribable sense of frustration and depression, stuck in his chest, unable to get out or down.

This was completely different from the glorious, epic, and brutal showdown he had envisioned with the fallen gods!

This is simply... simply cheating! It's a desecration of the glory of Suspended Peak!

But looking at Bai E's incredibly serious eyes, and recalling Bai Mo's attack methods, he had to admit—damn, that makes perfect sense!

With this humanoid self-propelled turret present, going in for close combat does seem to increase unnecessary risks and psychological trauma.

“But…but,” Wan Di made a final struggle, trying to retain a shred of dignity as a warrior.

"Is there any need to retreat directly back to Ohm? That's too far! Watching the battle from the outskirts of Suspended Peak City... we shouldn't be affected, right? At least... I can witness the outcome of this battle firsthand?"

This was his last act of defiance; he wanted to witness Nicardoli's end, even if it was in a less "honorable" way.

Bai Mo finally plundered all the most valuable minerals from that quarry and closed the Hundred Realms Gate with satisfaction.

He turned around and looked at Wan Di with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot: "What are you thinking? The opponent is the so-called 'immortal' God King! Conventional methods of attack are like scratching a thorn. Of course, we have to finish him off once and for all, and go for something ruthless."

As he spoke, he casually snapped his fingers, and the authority of "Earth" and "Law" together suppressed the god-king who had fallen into the black tide.

“I’ve arranged a ‘big treasure’ for him,” Bai Mo said casually, as if he were introducing tonight’s extra meal. “I started preparing before entering Suspended Peak City… well, I’ve been preparing for about two hours.”

"Two...two hours?!" Bai E's expression changed instantly upon hearing this.

He knows Bai Mo too well! This guy who usually uses spells like basic attacks and whose skill rotation doesn't even have the word "cooldown" in it, suddenly says he's going to use a skill with a casting time of more than two hours?!

(Bai Er: Don't I know Nicardoli, yet I know Bai Mo?)

"Go! Go! Go! Wan Di! Stop looking! Get out of here!"

Bai E acted decisively, disregarding any notion of warrior's honor or the stubbornness of a spectator.

He grabbed the still bewildered Wan Di and practically dragged him toward the Hundred Realms Gate leading to Ohema, silently mourning for the unfortunate God-King of the Xuanfeng Clan for two seconds.

Chapter 89 Bai Mo: Eat my Heavenly Fire, unsheathe it!!! Nicardoli!

Bai Mo looked at Nicardoli, who was temporarily frozen in place, and the ruins that still contained many "good things," with a hint of regret.

Bai Mo waved elegantly, or rather, somewhat irritatingly, at Nicardoli, making a "goodbye" gesture, then calmly took a step back and precisely disappeared into the light screen of the Hundred Realms Gate.

The next moment, Bai Mo's figure appeared in the distant city of Ohmar. He looked up at the sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the clouds and endless space, locking onto the "Heavenly Fire"—a projectile in near-Earth orbit, whose angle and trajectory he had meticulously adjusted using the power of the Laws and the Hundred Realms Gate.

A cold, absolute firepower-oriented smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The Spear of Divine Retribution? An Immortal God-King?

Eat my "Heavenly Fire Unleashed"!!!

Onpharos, in near-Earth orbit, in the cold void.

A giant metal rod with a unique shape, shimmering with a dark blue luster and a dull metallic texture, is eternally and straightly "falling" towards the world below in a way that defies common sense.

It relies on gravity to accumulate its speed in the vacuum until it reaches an unbelievable level—Mach 200!

This is an ultimate kinetic energy projection that is almost unimaginable to mortals, and it is also an unconventional "heavenly fire" that Bai Mo commissioned the master craftsman to secretly create, transcending its time!

If one could ignore the terrifying speed—enough to ignite any atmosphere—perhaps someone could barely make out that on that incredibly sturdy structure, capable of withstanding extreme heat, someone had maliciously carved a few large characters in a flamboyant, calligraphic style.

"Skyfire 001"

Like a silent spear of death, it falls futilely into the boundless depths of space, waiting only for the command to activate it.

Until one moment——

A very faint, almost imperceptible humming sound rang out in the space.

Right in front of this "Heavenly Fire" staff, a Hundred Realms Gate, meticulously calculated in position and timing, suddenly opened and instantly engulfed it!

The ripples in space vanished in an instant, and the void returned to silence, as if the destructive rod had never existed.

The core of the ruins of Suspended Peak City.

The Titan of Strife, Nicardoli, its massive and twisted body had just broken free of the last few vexing chains of rules.

Within His chaotic consciousness, corrupted by the black tide, a lingering doubt remained: Why did those three insignificant beings, especially the Golden Descendant who shouted for a life-for-life exchange, flee in panic after only a couple of howls? Did they realize true despair, or...?

His thoughts (if they could be called thoughts) came to an abrupt halt.

Without any warning, or even the slightest energy fluctuation, the "Skyfire" metal rod, carrying terrifying kinetic energy of Mach 200, suddenly, precisely, and almost right above Nicardoli's head!

Distance: Less than ten meters!

At an absolute speed of Mach 200, the time required to cover a mere ten meters is short enough to render any reaction system ineffective.

0.00001 seconds!

It's not even enough for a neural signal to transmit a complete thought!

At the moment of contact, unimaginable kinetic energy is released in the most thorough and violent way!

boom!!!!!!!!--

A colossal explosion, far exceeding any known magical or alchemical blunder, erupted in the very center of Suspended Edge City!

What appeared first was not flames, but a pure white plasma sphere that was extremely compressed and then expanded instantly!

Its brightness instantly surpassed that of the sun, illuminating the entire site of the former Xuanfeng Mountain and even the surrounding area in a ghastly white light!

Following closely behind was the all-destroying shockwave! Like a tangible, all-consuming wall of death, it formed a perfect circle centered on the point of explosion, advancing outward at an unstoppable speed, crushing, vaporizing, and hurling everything in its path!

In the holy city of Ohmma, thousands of miles away, people could clearly feel a continuous, dull tremor under their feet, the windowpanes hummed, and the water in their cups rippled.

Wan Di and Bai E, who were standing on a high platform, swayed slightly at the same time.

Feeling the terrifying aftershocks emanating from beneath their feet, which had not completely dissipated even after traveling a great distance, they turned their extremely complicated gazes to Bai Mo, who appeared harmless to the side.

In that look, there was shock, lingering fear, a hint of relief, and perhaps a little heartache for the old site of Suspended Peak and... an extremely subtle sympathy for what Nicardoli had suffered.

(Nikadori: That light? That power? Whew! Wow! To witness this level of conflict... [Signal interrupted] User is no longer in service area.)

"The individual's vital signs have completely disappeared..."

When the destructive storm subsided slightly and the billions of tons of dust it had stirred up had not yet completely settled, Bai Mo cautiously peeked half his head out from behind a Hundred Realms Gate to observe the situation on the ground.

The first thing that catches the eye is a scene that looks like the end of the world.

A massive, suffocating crater has replaced the original central area of ​​Suspended Peak.

The pit's diameter is roughly estimated at at least two kilometers, and its walls are as smooth as glass, a product of the instantaneous extreme temperature and pressure. Its depth is an astonishing three hundred meters, as if a huge chunk of the earth had been forcibly scooped away!

The area within ten kilometers of the crater's edge was completely leveled by the shockwave!

All the buildings, streets, and ruins have vanished, leaving only the compacted and scorched black foundation, as if crushed by an invisible giant foot.

Ten kilometers away, numerous buildings collapsed like toppled blocks, presenting a scene of utter devastation.

It can be said that Bai Mo's "light" touch almost wiped out two-thirds of Suspended Peak City!

However... to Bai Mo's slight relief, he noticed that the giant weapon that originally hung high above Xuanfeng City, symbolizing the authority of the God-King—the Blade of Heavenly Punishment.

Although it was knocked aside by the terrifying shockwave and plunged deep into the ground, its massive structure was surprisingly intact!

The Titans' creation was indeed extraordinary! Because it wasn't hit directly, it didn't even suffer much damage, only covered with a thick layer of dust and debris.

"Hmm, not bad." Bai Mo stroked his chin and nodded. "The power at the center of the attack of Heavenly Fire 001 is probably the same as the destructive power caused by an 'ordinary person' using the real Heavenly Fire Judgment."

But compared to what Kevin the Elder could achieve, it's probably still a bit lacking.

However, the main objective has been eliminated, and important loot has been preserved intact! Mission successfully completed!

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Chapter 90 Bai Mo: Whose Heavenly Fire is so deadly?