Chapter 2359 - 2357: Flames of War Spread (Third Update)

Chapter 2359: Chapter 2357: Flames of War Spread (Third Update)

A week later.

Zhang Xiaohao withdrew the Power of Reincarnation from the room, then waved his right hand to open the restrictions in the room, opened the door, and walked out one after the other with Lady Hongyi.

"Ah! Young Master, Lady Hongyi, you’re finally out!" In the small courtyard, Xiong Wang and his sisters numbered one, two, three, four, and five were sitting at the table eating. Seeing Zhang Xiaohao and Lady Hongyi come out, a group of people were surprised and immediately greeted them.

"Don’t mind us, enjoy your meal," Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

"Young Master, let us cook for you," Number One suggested.

"No need, enjoy your meal," Zhang Xiaohao waved with a smile.

Ever since the battle with Lady Hongyi started, the two had been fiercely fighting in the room for a week, amidst Zhang Xiaohao’s display of various powerful Divine Skills, wildly battling each other.

The thirty-six Heavenly Gang techniques, seventy-two transformations, one hundred and eight routines, three hundred and sixty moves, and so on—one move followed another, fiercely killing.

Under Zhang Xiaohao’s powerful attacks, even Lady Hongyi was knocked out twice during this period, showcasing the strength of Zhang Xiaohao’s full-force explosion.

Even now, Lady Hongyi’s walking was subtly painful, and every movement brought a burning sensation of pain.

Zhang Xiaohao and Lady Hongyi sat down at the table.

With a wave of his right hand, the table was filled with delicious dishes, including Beggar’s Chicken, Beijing Roast Duck, Australian Lobster, Bear Paw and Bird’s Nest, among others, as well as a heap of barbecue skewers, along with some drinks and red wine.

"Young Master, uh, could you spare some skewers and drinks, red wine for us?" Xiong Wang brazenly approached.

"You!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head with a smile.

With a wave of his right hand, he took out some drinks, red wine, and skewers and tossed them over.

"Thank you, Young Master," Xiong Wang said excitedly.

"Go ahead and eat!" Zhang Xiaohao called with a smile.

"Hmm," Lady Hongyi responded shyly.

She opened the red wine, gently poured a glass for Zhang Xiaohao, then poured one for herself, picked up a skewer, and began eating.

Zhang Xiaohao did the same, taking a sip of red wine to moisten his throat, then picked up a skewer from the table and started eating.

"Xiao Xiong, what moves has the outside world made recently?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"Young Master! Isn’t the area surrounded by formations you laid down? My Divine Thought can’t penetrate through at all! Every time I try to observe with Divine Thought, it’s blocked by an invisible wall." Xiong Wang replied bitterly.

"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

Apart from a Mahayana Realm Defensive Array around them, there was also the protection of the Power of Laws. Under the cover of this Power of Reincarnation, these two courtyards before them seemed to have vanished into void space; not even the Xiong Wang, let alone a Great Mahayana Extreme Realm ancestor, could discover them.

"Young Master, what’s the situation outside now?" Xiong Wang curiously asked.

Zhang Xiaohao didn’t respond, picking up a squid skewer and eating it, while his Divine Thought expanded outward.

Under the Divine Thought observation of the Three Pure Ones Scripture, the situation millions of kilometers around appeared before Zhang Xiaohao.

At that moment in the city.

Even in this remote alley, countless cultivators were killing each other, unleashing powerful Divine Skills one after another from their hands, fiercely attacking the opposing groups.

Countless flames ignited patches of houses, smoke soaring sky-high was everywhere, turning the sky dark.

The great formation covering Wangu Creation City had already been broken at this time.

In some areas, the shadows of mystical beasts appeared, their massive bodies frantically advancing, accompanied by their fists and feet, causing entire sections of houses to collapse with every strike.

Aside from here, the city wall location of Wangu Creation City saw even fiercer battles, countless True Spirits revealing their true forms, terrifyingly large, casting various powerful Innate Divine Abilities to battle these beasts.

However, despite the True Spirits’ resistance, regardless of their fearless charge, they couldn’t withstand the advance of the beast army, consistently being slaughtered, unable to halt the beasts’ progress.

Even the sky was the same; battles unfolded everywhere, with True Spirits and mystical beasts locked in combat.

Each Divine Skill unleashed by them kicked up a violent wave in the air, spreading crazily around.

In the face of this terrifying wave, surrounding buildings and structures crumbled like paper, vanishing without leaving a trace of ruins.

The fighting continued, wave after wave, everywhere was a battlefield, everywhere was killing.

Residents living in the lowest strata curled their bodies, huddling together, cowering in the corners of their homes, waiting for someone to rescue them.

But their hopes were destined to fail, as powerful Divine Skills descended from the sky, not even knowing how they died, crushed entirely by collapsing houses.

"Alas! The deeds of the True Spirits in Wangu Creation City are no better than animals!" Zhang Xiaohao retracted his Divine Thought and shook his head with a sigh.

"Young Master, is the fighting outside very intense?" Xiong Wang asked.

"Intense is an understatement; with ten billion elite combat strength from the 108 major True Spirit races all fled, those left behind are just cannon fodder, kept in the dark! Against these mighty beasts, what else can there be but death?" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

Though the survival laws of the Three Realms are rather cruel, witnessing this scene still stimulated his fragile nerves.

"Young Master, what should we do?" Xiong Wang hurriedly asked.

"Let’s eat!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

Some things cannot be managed just because he wants to; although these innocent civilians shouldn’t die, he is powerless.

Drinking wine, eating skewers, the group remained silent, focused on their meal.

Even though their small courtyard was shrouded by the Power of Reincarnation, making it irrelevant how fierce the battles outside, these two courtyards seemed non-existent as if hidden in void space. Yet witnessing this, Zhang Xiaohao’s heart was uneasy.

The people dead by his hand, amounting to billions, all deserved their fate—they were cultivators, or True Spirits; having taken this path against heaven, death cannot be blamed on others.

But these ordinary people truly didn’t deserve to die!

Putting down his chopsticks, Zhang Xiaohao stood up from his chair, hands folded behind his back, gazing in the direction of the Xuan Gui Divine Race.