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Chapter 1422: A Startling Revelation

The two Soul Armaments launched a fierce assault. The blood-red protective barrier surrounding the Unnamed Small Tower shattered with a resounding crash after blocking just a single strike from the two Soul Armaments.

Unsure of the situation within the Unnamed Small Tower, the Tong Continent Great Emperor did not rush inside. Instead, he controlled the two Soul Armaments, directing them to attack the Unnamed Small Tower directly. He worried that Yang Haoran might have set traps inside, and a hasty entry could easily land him in a dangerous situation, so he refrained from doing so.

Under the fierce onslaught of the two Soul Armaments, the Unnamed Small Tower swayed precariously, its cracks multiplying. It truly seemed unable to withstand the Tong Continent Great Emperor's relentless assault with his two Soul Armaments.

The Unnamed Small Tower's weakness wasn't due to the Demon Weapon itself being ineffective, but because Yang Haoran, who was currently controlling it, was too weak. Even with the aid of Dānyào, Yang Haoran had only temporarily escaped his debilitating weakness; there was a vast difference between his current state and genuine power. Furthermore, Yang Haoran was not a member of the Demon Cult, and the power within his body was not demonic. This prevented him from unleashing the Unnamed Small Tower's full potential, causing it to appear so fragile.

If Yang Haoran were a master of the Demon Cult and understood the methods for controlling the Unnamed Small Tower, then the Unnamed Small Tower would absolutely not be so easily overwhelmed.

Yang Haoran could not see the situation outside the Unnamed Small Tower, but he could sense it. The cracks appearing on the Unnamed Small Tower were visible not only from the outside but also from within the tower itself. He, who was usually calm in the face of adversity, felt a surge of anxiety upon seeing the cracks.

Yang Haoran was currently on the first floor of the Unnamed Small Tower, where statues of various forms were scattered everywhere, so lifelike it was hard to distinguish them from reality.

This was just as it had been when Yang Haoran brought the two Guardians here earlier today, the only difference being that now, all these statues were enveloped in a rising mist of blood, their bodies trembling violently, as if on the verge of coming to life.

Yang Haoran sat cross-legged, his eyes closed. Though anxious internally, he showed no sign of it on his face, which only conveyed solemnity. His body, like the statues present, was enveloped in a swirling blood mist. As his blood mist churned violently, the blood mist around the statues also churned intensely, as if some connection had been established between them.

Zhong Siyu watched Yang Haoran from the side, curiosity in her eyes. The first thing Yang Haoran had done upon entering the Unnamed Small Tower was immediately sit cross-legged without saying a word to her. Then, the scene before her unfolded: blood mist churned around Yang Haoran, and the seemingly haphazardly placed statues in the room likewise churned with rising blood mist, just like Yang Haoran.

"Is Yang Haoran trying to resurrect these statues with what he's doing now? Is this his final move? But. . . even if these statues really do come back to life, what does that have to do with me? Why would he need my consent?"

Zhong Siyu thought to herself. With her discernment, she naturally saw that Yang Haoran intended to activate these statues. But whether she agreed or not seemed irrelevant. She was a ghost, not a demon, and had no idea how to activate the Unnamed Small Tower, a Demon Weapon. Thus, Yang Haoran's earlier words left her both curious and confused.

Furthermore, she also observed the cracks appearing on the Unnamed Small Tower. Like Yang Haoran, she felt a surge of anxiety, because both of them clearly understood one thing: once the Unnamed Small Tower shattered under the Tong Continent Great Emperor's furious assault, they wouldn't even have a temporary place to hide, and their current strength was insufficient to fight against the Tong Continent Great Emperor any longer.

To put it bluntly, once the Unnamed Small Tower shattered, they would soon die a miserable death at the hands of the Tong Continent Great Emperor. It was precisely for this reason that both of them felt simultaneous anxiety upon seeing the cracks appear on the Unnamed Small Tower.

Zhong Siyu was not one to suppress her doubts and curiosity. Moreover, in the current situation, if she didn't get clarification, she would feel utterly lost. Although she had indeed prepared to fight to the death earlier, since Yang Haoran seemed to have a way to face the current predicament, she certainly wouldn't stubbornly seek death. Even though she knew it was probably best not to speak now, so as not to disturb Yang Haoran, she still wanted to ask him for a clear explanation. Just as Zhong Siyu was about to speak, Yang Haoran, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes. A crimson blood-light flashed through them. At the same time, from beneath the seemingly haphazard statues on the entire first floor, thick blood-red threads, the size of an adult's arm, extended out. These blood threads rapidly intertwined, forming a bizarre blood-red formation in the blink of an eye. A dense, metallic scent of blood instantly permeated the entire first floor.

Although Zhong Siyu was knowledgeable, she couldn't discern the origin of this blood formation. Before she could ponder further, the moment the blood formation took shape, the numerous statues within it suddenly ceased their violent trembling and all came to life. Wielding their weapons, they surged out of the Unnamed Small Tower, carrying a gust of bloody wind. In just a brief instant, all the statues rushed out of the first floor, leaving the previously crowded floor suddenly empty.

As all the statues rushed out, the bizarre blood formation also vanished. Yang Haoran spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face did not turn pale from this; it remained crimson, just as before, but now the redness on his face seemed increasingly unnatural, and the aura he emitted was continuously weakening.

"Yang Haoran, is this your backup plan? Your so-called solution? What does this have to do with me?"

Zhong Siyu looked at Yang Haoran, her expression complex, containing bewilderment, speechlessness, and disappointment.

The Unnamed Small Tower, on the verge of shattering, was no longer under attack at this moment, but continuous explosions echoed from outside. Even without being outside the tower, Zhong Siyu could guess the situation: the numerous statues, after rushing out of the first floor, must have targeted the Tong Continent Great Emperor and blocked his fierce assault on the Unnamed Small Tower. That was why the tottering Unnamed Small Tower was no longer being attacked.

Otherwise, given the Unnamed Small Tower's current dilapidated state, even one more fierce assault from the Tong Continent Great Emperor would certainly shatter it completely. The fact that it hadn't reached that point was naturally thanks to the statues resurrected from the first floor.

However, Zhong Siyu wasn't optimistic about these statues. She didn't believe they could hold off the Tong Continent Great Emperor for long. Although there were many statues, she wasn't sure if it was due to Yang Haoran's influence or the statues themselves, but the power fluctuations they unleashed after being resurrected didn't seem particularly strong in her eyes. At the very least, there was a noticeable gap compared to the current Tong Continent Great Emperor. Therefore, she didn't think these resurrected statues could resist the Tong Continent Great Emperor for long, let alone kill him—that was even more impossible.

Zhong Siyu had expected Yang Haoran's final move to be earth-shattering, but she never imagined it would be like this. Her disappointment and speechlessness stemmed from this. As for her bewilderment, it was still because this matter seemed to have nothing to do with her. Yang Haoran didn't need her at all to execute this move, so why had he so solemnly asked if she was willing or unwilling?

Yang Haoran naturally detected the disappointment and bewilderment in Zhong Siyu's tone. He coughed violently, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. Instead of showing pain, a faint smile, his usual expression, returned to his face, though at this moment, his smile appeared exceedingly weak.

"Heh. . . hehe. . . Of course, this isn't my true trump card. This is merely a temporary measure to hold back the Tong Continent Great Emperor, because I need this method to buy us some time to unleash our final strategy. Although those statues still fall short compared to the Tong Continent Great Emperor right now, they can definitely buy us enough time."

Yang Haoran spoke with a faint smile, though it was forced and weak. Upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, Zhong Siyu not only showed no sign of joy but instead looked utterly impatient—so much so that no one would doubt it if someone claimed she was about to strike Yang Haoran down.

"What exactly do you want to say? Stop beating around the bush; there's no time left!"

With undisguised displeasure, Zhong Siyu urged Yang Haoran. This time, Yang Haoran didn't keep her in suspense but gave a direct and precise answer.

"My final move is for you and I to sign a contract. You will become my Guardian Spirit, and while we both still have some power, we will immediately perform Soul Fusion according to the Spirit Master's method. Through this, we can obtain even greater power, and perhaps, we can turn the tide and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat!"