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Qi Xiaomian launched a frontal assault, while Silly Beast relied on brute strength. Huo Qi skillfully blended in some of the Magic Breath and joined the main offensive alongside the two. Li Cu took advantage of his speed to harass from the side, and although Xuan Yin was somewhat weaker, he struck with precision during ambushes without holding back.
With the support of his companions, Misha confidently executed his plan to strip away the Qilin Bloodline. He had experimented with this technique on his junior brother multiple times, and due to his lack of skill at that time, Xuan Yin had suffered greatly.
Misha reflected on those painful experiences; even though Xuan Yin had improved significantly since then, he still found himself haunted by nightmares of that time. Whenever he woke up in fright, he would constantly revise his method of deprivation in his mind to numb himself.
Now was the moment to put that knowledge to use.
Misha struck hard, deliberately taking his time. The pain within Holy Overlord caused him to make multiple mistakes and sustain considerable injuries. He knew who posed the greatest threat to him. Several times he attempted to break through the encirclement to eliminate Misha, but his other opponents kept him tightly restrained. As the situation grew increasingly unfavorable for Holy Overlord, he decided it was time to resort to his last resort.
Suddenly, he stretched his body, towering over everyone else. He made a gesture as if rummaging through his pockets, though it was impossible to see what lay beneath his thick beast armor. Yet somehow, he produced several black ceramic vials with round bellies.
He opened the lids with a series of intricate steps, releasing a potent aroma that Misha immediately recognized as Qilin Bloodline.
Holy Overlord drank it all in one go. Indeed, these were some that I had no use for, specifically stored for emergencies. There were plenty more where these came from; I never needed them during several large-scale hunts by my kin. Who would have thought I would be forced into this situation by you few?
Misha reminded him that these unusable bloodlines, while not compatible with the body, could be rapidly refined and integrated into spells, significantly enhancing power. However, this method came with side effects; those who used it would be weakened for an extended period. The Qilin Bloodline was a divine gift; slow integration might be acceptable, but such reckless usage was sacrilegious and wasteful. Heaven itself would not overlook this; the subsequent repercussions would be akin to divine punishment. If not for the fact that the Qilin was a divine beast, the consequences would not merely involve temporary weakness.
After communicating with Holy Overlord's beast essence within him, Misha realized that if Holy Overlord had not already been injured, their combined efforts might not have forced him into using such desperate measures.
This also indicated that the battle was nearing its conclusion.
Sang Qingxiao reinforced the surrounding barrier to prevent greater disasters from befalling the city. Qi Xiaomian's demonic patterns had spread across his entire body, while Huo Qi contemplated whether to fully merge with Demon Bone. Li Cu seized the moment to train and replenish his Inner Strength reserves, and Xuan Yin removed any hindrances from his clothing, revealing the full extent of a warrior monk's physique.
As everyone prepared themselves, Misha suddenly switched to a new chant. Memories of his master Parinirvana floated into his mind—the celestial sounds that drifted down from the sky that day inspired him. Using this Celestial Sound as a foundation, he spontaneously created a set of Buddhism lyrics.
Why did he suddenly change? He couldn't quite explain it; it felt like an instinctive urge. The melody and lyrics flowed seamlessly together as if they were meant to be. When he began again, just the first word resonated deeply within everyone’s hearts, instilling them with renewed confidence.
Meanwhile, Holy Overlord's condition worsened significantly; pain surged through him as the beast essence within him thrashed violently against his thick armor plates, causing bulges to form all over.
Everyone thought that with this change, things seemed stable.
At that moment, Sang Qingxiao caught sight of her children sneaking closer out of the corner of her eye.
At such a critical juncture, why were they being so disobedient? Hadn't she told them to hide?
Furious, Sang Qingxiao spoke sternly through telepathy to Buddha Treasure. Buddha Treasure felt wronged; their older brother had said they should help—what they had prepared could be useful.
Then why did you two come out here?
Buddha Treasure clenched her tiny fist and declared bravely, "Xiaoxiao! Baby isn't afraid; if we die, we die together!"
Tsk! At such a crucial moment, they were still being so adorable!
Everyone was busy, with no time to keep an eye on them. Since they were here, they might as well pay attention. With this thought in mind, more runes were added in the direction of the children.
They didn't get too close. Yin Can found a spot for the Two Little Treasures to hide, while he moved a few steps closer to Liu Cong.
This was Liu Cong's first experience witnessing the battle between humans and demons, and instead of feeling scared, he was thrilled to be part of it.
Yin Can took everything out from the Spatial Symbol, and Liu Cong helped him piece things together. It seemed that Liu Cong was even more adept at it than Yin Can. In just a few breaths, a weapon that bore a striking resemblance to those from later generations appeared before everyone.
Even the action of igniting it was the same.
However, the projectile was different in color and irregular in shape; it could be squished together haphazardly.
This mischievous child had no idea if it would work or if he would end up hurting himself.
Knowing this child's talent, Sang Qingxiao had only given him a few diagrams, not expecting much from Yin Can. Even if he could create something, it would take at least several attempts.
But just a few months had passed, and Sang Qingxiao felt both worried and gratified.
Then he saw that the projectile had grown larger; it couldn't fit into the barrel at all. Yin Can used his small hands to roll it around, transforming a not-so-round sphere into a cylinder that he managed to cram inside.
Sang Qingxiao felt uneasy and wanted to speak up to stop him, but Liu Cong acted faster. He connected the pieces; the core was very short, and it looked like it was about to fire.
The two unfortunate kids finally remembered to shout a warning, but their voices hadn't even risen above a whisper yet. Some reacted quickly while others were caught off guard. Holy Overlord was focused on gathering strength and momentarily couldn't dodge, getting hit squarely by the projectile.
After careful observation, Sang Qingxiao realized that such an unreliable object might actually have worked.
Holy Overlord's abdomen was blasted open; although the wound wasn't large, the outer armor had been blown away, leaving behind a mass of blurred flesh. Upon closer inspection, silver glimmers flickered at the wound.
It looked like silver needles—thin as cow hair—countless needles piercing into the wound. Was this a combination of the projectile and the Rainflower Needles? At such high temperatures, how did they not melt or shatter?!
It defied logic.
Seeing that their shot had hit its mark, several children became even more excited. Yin Can jumped high and exclaimed, "Did you see that? Xiaoxiao! I combined your designs with our Ouyang Family's inheritance! You wouldn't believe how well they go together! This power is so much easier than hacking away with a blade!"
Kid!
Huo Qi snapped back to reality from his shock. He broke away from the attacking team and flashed over beside them, pushing the two children aside to take his place. He then insisted on having them teach him as an elder should.
Most people were distracted by the suddenly appearing weapon, except for Misha. Seizing the opportunity while others were preoccupied, he began reciting Sutra even faster.
Suddenly, something stirred within his heart. Misha glanced toward the north side; as his feelings became clearer, he stood up quickly with tears glistening in his eyes as shimmering stars flew in from afar.
It looked like Wulian had sent Misha a Sarira.
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