Chapter 283: When the Fireworks Bloom
"Perish..."
"Perish..."
Using his own will as a catalyst, Ramdo linked together the wills of every believer in Mysore City, forming a third layer of oppressive power, distinct from the Huihuang Divine Court and the city's protective array. It vowed to suppress and slay Bai Mo, who was trapped at its center.
The spiritual fluctuations, echoing between heaven and earth, had almost solidified into a tangible tide. It pressed relentlessly towards the sphere of light, which for a moment became precarious, like a flickering candle flame trembling in the wind.
Anyone in Mysore City, even those who had originally known nothing of Bai Mo, was temporarily assimilated into a fanatical avenger within this environment.
"I suppose it's time for some reciprocity."
Closing his eyes and sensing the omnipresent pressure, he found that his spiritual will had progressed yet another step. Still, the path ahead for martial arts remained shrouded in darkness; no pioneer had yet emerged to begin a new chapter.
The Xuanhua, originally in a plasma state, began to rapidly cool under Bai Mo's control, reverting to a state of white mist.
Then, an almost boundless quantity of gaseous Xuanhua gradually condensed into a colossal hand, forcefully propping up Ramdo's descending divine kingdom!
As early as a year ago, when Bai Mo was in Jistis, his gaseous Xuanhua could already cover an area of nearly a hundred kilometers in radius. The Huihuang Divine Court, covering a mere hundred square kilometers, was, in comparison, nothing more than a small butterfly in the palm of his hand.
Once the butterfly settled in his palm, the four fingers of the gaseous giant hand began to close, aiming to seal it within.
No one had expected such a drastic turn of events. The light sphere, which had been at an absolute disadvantage, suddenly dissipated into white mist. A portion of it spread throughout the entire city, while the remainder condensed into this sky-propping hand!
With the situation reversed, Ramdo, who had been brimming with self-satisfaction within his divine kingdom, was momentarily stunned. He had painstakingly chosen the perfect moment to unleash the Huihuang Divine Court to suppress all, only for his plans to be instantly overturned.
However, he quickly regained his composure. These white mists, in reality, couldn't affect his divine kingdom, much less harm him. It simply meant the two had returned to a state of stalemate.
Bai Mo hadn't expected his mist-like Xuanhua to cause any significant damage to the heavily surrounded Huihuang Divine Court. He merely intended to temporarily trap it, preventing Ramdo from escaping into subspace once more.
"Yan Huo, I grant you power." He activated all the remaining runes on the tree demon's body, and a large number of newly grown, tentacle-like roots began to surge towards Bai Mo.
These roots swiftly connected with the invisible spirit plexus outside his body, covering his entire back like a dense network of wires.
At this moment, he greatly resembled his state during the human-machine connection experiments with the supercomputer: similarly, his back was connected by a multitude of wires to an entity of terrifying computational power.
After completing the connection with half of Bai Mo's spirit plexus, Yan Huo's power expanded to an unprecedented degree. It could now wield half of Bai Mo's power and control half of his Xuanhua.
As for the remaining half of the mist-like Xuanhua, it was controlled by Bai Mo, entirely condensing into the sky-propping giant palm that trapped the Huihuang Divine Court.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Having almost fully inherited Ning Yan Huo's hatred, the tree demon Yan Huo, after gaining control of the surface Xuanhua, began wantonly slaughtering all the One-Wheel Cult followers enveloped by the white mist.
The bursting blood mist mixed with the original white mist, forming a unique and cruel spectacle. Visibility within the white mist was extremely low, and many, even at the moment of their death, had no idea who their assailant was.
With the aid of his divine power vision, Ramdo could roughly sense the tree demon's frenzied massacre in Mysore City. His heart struggled: should he break free and charge out now, engaging Bai Mo, who had trapped the Huihuang Divine Court, in a life-or-death battle, and then seize the chance to slay the tree demon?
The opponent's blockade had come too suddenly. He hadn't had time to play his trump card—merging himself with the entire divine kingdom to achieve his strongest combat power, crushing the enemy with the might of an entire minor world—before he was already trapped.
As he was now, if Ramdo chose to rush out, his combat power would be only about thirty percent of his strongest state, leaving him with little chance of victory. What's more, the moment he broke free, the Huihuang Divine Court would very likely be invaded by the white mist.
"Fifteen minutes. I only need fifteen minutes to break through this mist's blockade." After much deliberation, Ramdo still prioritized his own life and safety, temporarily allowing Yan Huo to slaughter his devout followers as he waited for his chance to turn the tables in fifteen minutes.
"So, you've chosen to struggle within my palm?" From the violent vibrations deep within the Xuanhua giant hand, Bai Mo deduced Ramdo's decision. "If you had chosen the stratagem of the golden cicada shedding its shell, perhaps there might have been a glimmer of hope."
Even as he lowered his head and murmured to himself, Yan Huo, laden with hatred and empowered by Bai Mo, was rapidly devouring the One-Wheel Cult followers. In less than ten minutes, it had consumed millions of people across the entire city!
This was, in essence, a snowballing effect: devouring strengthened its power, and as it grew stronger, its devouring speed accelerated. Most importantly, the mist-like Xuanhua under its control had already permeated the entire city from the outset, saving it the effort of having to move around.
After devouring the memories of countless people and continuously integrating their thoughts, a consciousness amalgamation, far more terrifying than any Ghost King, was born!
While soul-form Ghost Kings would typically experience insane internal struggles between their various personalities, the specially treated tree demon Yan Huo, through the runes inscribed by Bai Mo, still firmly established Ning Yan Huo's status as the dominant personality.
Nevertheless, even with this, how long Ning Yan Huo's will could endure the assault of countless independent memories would depend solely on the depth of her hatred.
This super apple tree, centered in Mysore City, began to continuously extend its body. Its roots pierced into every corner of the city, not even sparing the sewers.
Or rather, for this entity, the filthy sewers, so repellent to humans, were its true paradise. Abundant water, an astonishing quantity of various excretions, and the organic matter found in household waste were all vital elements fueling its rapid, continuous expansion.
Following the extension of the sewer network, its vine-like root system seized everything humans considered filthy. Even some vagrants living near the sewers, unable to escape in time, were devoured by it.
Wherever the roots crawled, almost all organic matter was devoured, becoming a part of Yan Huo's body.
Normally, it would have been impossible for it to absorb such a massive quantity of organic matter in merely ten minutes, but Bai Mo, who was bound to it, resolved this issue.
He provided Yan Huo with an endless supply of spirit energy—the most crucial motive force!
All this growth and wickedness remained concealed within the thick white mist. Ramdo, whose divine power vision was severely disrupted, knew almost nothing of Yan Huo's transformation.
But he quickly realized that something was gravely amiss below. His faith connection with the people shrouded in the white mist had almost completely severed!
He had originally thought that in fifteen minutes, no matter how formidable this tree demon was, killing a mere few thousand would be its limit. As long as Bai Mo, who was confronting him, remained still, in just a quarter of an hour, the tree demon wouldn't be able to stir up any major waves...
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