Chapter 2362 - 2360: A Narrow Encounter

Chapter 2362: Chapter 2360: A Narrow Encounter

Thump, thump, thump...

After unleashing this strike with all his might, the immense power that was nearly bursting Zhang Xiaohao’s body completely vanished, along with the Spiritual Power inside him.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohao’s physical strength was formidable. Even without Spiritual Power, he managed not to fall to the ground as he descended, stumbling backward three steps before halting.

His face was as pale as paper, utterly devoid of color, and he looked as if he had been pulled from the water—seemingly ready to collapse at any moment.

In addition to this, Zhang Xiaohao’s body felt as if countless ants were biting him from within, each movement causing searing pain, akin to being slashed by knives. Yet, his face remained calm, not revealing any signs of suffering, illustrating his sheer resilience.

As Zhang Xiaohao fell from the air, the Super Gathering Spirit Formation shattered completely; five hundred billion units of Spiritual Power were consumed entirely, turning to dust and dissipating into the sky.

"Are you okay, Sir?" Red Coat snapped back to reality upon seeing Zhang Xiaohao plummet from the sky, hurriedly rushing over to support him and asked with concern.

"I’m fine! Just dealt with a bunch of clowns! With no retreat, I refuse to believe these one hundred and eight great True Spirit races will hide any longer!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled coldly.

"Sir, please don’t push yourself so hard next time! You really worried Red Coat." Red Coat said.

"In a narrow path, the brave win! Some tasks, once encountered, must be done!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Alright, you worry too much. I’m okay, just somewhat drained. Hmm, light a cigarette for me." Zhang Xiaohao smiled.

"Okay." Red Coat nodded, quickly responding.

She picked up a giant panda cigarette from the table, pinched it between her fingers, ignited it with a flame at her fingertip, then handed it to Zhang Xiaohao.

Zhang Xiaohao grinned, though he was disguising the fiery pain in his body. He held the giant panda cigarette between his fingers, squinting his eyes as he smoked, exhaling streams of smoke continuously from his mouth.

"Help me over there." Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

"Okay." Red Coat complied.

Supporting Zhang Xiaohao, she led him to a chair, letting him sit down.

"Sir, how are you?" Xiong Wang hurried over to ask.

"Just a bit drained! No harm done, nothing critical." Zhang Xiaohao said as he exhaled a mouthful of smoke.

Seeing Xiong Wang’s coveting look, Zhang Xiaohao spoke irritably.

"The cigarettes are on the table; take one if you want!"

"Majestic, Sir! Invincible, Sir! Sir dominates the Three Realms! Just by moving a little, you knew what I was thinking. Sir, you are overwhelmingly powerful, imposing throughout the Three Realms!" Xiong Wang continued to flatter.

Behind him, sister numbers 1 to 5, who had blushed hearing Xiong Wang’s flattery before, now heard it again but showed an expression of ’it’s always been this way.’

Then, Xiong Wang chuckled while taking out a giant panda cigarette, pinched it between two fingers, lit it, and smoked it squinting his eyes.

"Sir, that call-the-wind-and-summon-the-rain move just now was too powerful, wiping out tens of billions of fierce beast armies. What an elegant pose, such stylish moves! What nonsense is a True Immortal? Compared to you, they’re just trash." Xiong Wang said while smoking, continuing his flattery.

"Get lost! Go eat your food!" Zhang Xiaohao cursed jokingly, sitting there continuing to smoke the giant panda cigarette.

"Sir, Red Coat will help you with a massage." Red Coat offered.

She got up from the chair, walked behind Zhang Xiaohao, and began to massage him.

While smoking, Zhang Xiaohao circulated the Shennong Reincarnation Scripture, absorbing the Spiritual Energy from the surrounding world, replenishing his depleted internal Spiritual Power.

As the Shennong Reincarnation Scripture ran, the numb, swollen pain in his body began to rapidly decrease, on the verge of disappearing completely—it was just a matter of time.

Yet the price he paid enduring that tremendous Spiritual Power earlier meant he couldn’t use this move again in the short term.

When the cigarette was finished, Zhang Xiaohao flipped his right hand, mobilizing the scant Spiritual Power within. From the Shennong Ring, he retrieved some elixirs for restoring vitality and Spiritual Power, and swallowed them down.

Enjoying Red Coat’s massage while sipping red wine.

When his internal Spiritual Power had nearly recovered, Zhang Xiaohao put down the wine glass, enduring the mental fatigue, with hands forming seals, channeling the three Supreme Law Silks within his spiritual sea, and growling: "Water Mirror Skill!"

The Water Mirror Skill was just an ordinary spell, capable of recording sound or observing distant situations, a practical skill.

With Zhang Xiaohao employing the Space Law Silk, a massive screen appeared three meters ahead in the space before him, revealing the scene outside Wangu Creation City—all battles on display within the Water Mirror Skill.

Apart from the external battles, all combats within the city also appeared on it.

Two battle fronts, with the external skirmish most intense.

Especially that one billion True Spirits, knowing full well their certain death, surrounded by endless fierce beast armies, there was no suspense.

Faced with the threat of death, this billion True Spirits went wild, berserk.

Each transformed into True Spirit forms, various terrifying divine skills unleashed consecutively, blasting away at these surrounding fierce beast armies.

Simultaneously, various treasures and the like were hurled madly amidst these fierce beasts. Upon reaching the beasts, they would immediately self-destruct, the resulting terrifying force sweeping toward the surroundings.

Either they’d burn True Spirit essence blood, fearlessly storming these fierce beast armies.

Once their internal True Spirit blood was burnt dry, these True Spirits would resort to self-destruction, each terrifying mushroom cloud detonating continuously within the beast hordes, the tremendous power sweeping madly around, slaughtering countless beasts, transforming them into showers of blood, dropping incessantly to the ground.

Momentarily, under the crazy outbreak of this billion True Spirits, the surrounding fierce beast armies dared not come too close.

Yet all these True Spirits had resigned to death, for the beast numbers around were overwhelming; no escape seemed possible. Knowing such circumstances, even if the beasts did not come for them, this billion True Spirits still charged forward to bring more beasts down with them before their demise.