He believed that from a distance, it must look like a pale blue sun rising.

Such a grand and magnificent burst—Shi Chun had never seen it so clearly since he started using the immobilization skill. Even the last time he immobilized that Ice Jiao, he hadn't seen it this vividly.

It was truly shocking, but he had no mind to appreciate it—no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't afford to.

The invisible wall he desperately maintained with his spells was shattered in an instant, and the backlash from the impact was no small matter.

Although the invisible wall was easily pierced, generating minimal recoil, and with some distance buffering the force, the critical issue was that Shi Chun's cultivation was too weak compared to those three fifth-grade magical treasures.

The disparity was akin to the gap between the Earth Immortal Realm and the High Martial Realm. No matter how minor the aftermath of the Earth Immortal Realm's impact, to someone in the High Martial Realm it was like a mountain collapsing on their head.

If Shi Chun had let go in time, it wouldn't have been much of an issue. But he didn't. Because the three treasures and the Black Tiger were attacking in succession, and for the immobilization skill to work on both the person and the treasures, he couldn't let the invisible wall collapse instantly.

And Wu Jinliang had already rushed forward. If even one slipped through, Wu Jinliang was as good as dead.

With Wu Jinliang only at the Small Success Realm of High Martial, which one of them could he handle? Even against the weakest, the Black Tiger, who had reached the Great Success Realm of High Martial, crushing Wu Jinliang would be as easy as swatting a fly.

Wu Jinliang was already charging forward with everything he had; how could Shi Chun let go so easily?

Because he kept channeling his spell to hold that wall, failing to release it at the moment of the three treasures' impact, the backlash instantly rebounded onto his body through the air.

The force was direct and merciless. Neither his Treasure Robe nor his current cultivation with the Bath Demon Skill managed to mitigate it in the slightest.

He staggered back on the spot, violently spitting out a mouthful of blood he could no longer hold back. The crimson droplets pierced the raging winds like raindrops, only to be sent flying back by the gusts from the shattered invisible wall, splattering his own body and face.

By this point, he had done his utmost. Staggering backward, unable to stop himself, his gaze fell on Wu Jinliang's retreating figure as he charged forward.

Shi Chun knew full well that he and Wu Jinliang were gambling with their lives this time. Typically, where would they ever encounter Earth Immortal-level experts to use as test subjects? The only thing they'd frozen before was the Earth Immortal-level Ice Jiao. Facing three Earth Immortal-level magical treasures at once, they had no idea if freezing them was even possible; they might as well have been betting their lives for all they knew.

The situation had spiraled out of control, turning into a life-and-death gamble in the blink of an eye, leaving no time to retreat.

At this stage, both he and Wu Jinliang understood perfectly: in this clash of mortal foes, only the one who seized the initiative could survive. Any hesitation, any delay spelled death. Only by fighting with everything they had could they seize a sliver of hope.

This was a survival instinct honed through their struggle out of the Land of Exile. Sometimes, life was as precious as gold. Other times, only by treating their lives as worthless could they manage to survive. Such was the desperate longing of those as insignificant as ants!

As the wall shattered, a sudden gust erupted. Within the surge of violent winds, Wu Jinliang's strained roar echoed unnaturally. The sound of his blade cleaving through the wind was not only fierce but grating, filled with a ferocious fury that matched the primal rage in his howl.

The Black Tiger finally realized it wasn't a hallucination—his three magical treasures had indeed encountered some kind of invisible barrier. As they faltered and then came to a halt, his consciousness strained to control them and break free. Yet, in his panic, he nearly burst a blood vessel in his brain, still failing to shake off the suppression.

He could see his three magical treasures trembling faintly but trapped as if struggling to break through a cocoon.

Soon enough, he realized what was happening.

He sensed something amiss. Trying to steer away from this spot was already too late—suspended in midair, he felt himself colliding with something before being struck by a stalling force.

Then he was completely immobilized.

What was happening? He was stunned, reacting quickly to deduce that it was related to the immobilization charm and recalling the history of Shi Chun and his people from Wukang Mountain.

Daring not to hesitate for even a moment, he immediately began to cast spells to break the confinement.

Sprinting toward him, Wu Jinliang's eyes widened. He saw the Divine Fire Flame Energy radiating from Black Tiger's body and knew the latter was attempting to break the immobilization skill. His heart surged with both shock and rage—was he still too late?

But there was no alternative. He couldn't rush ahead of Black Tiger to shatter Shi Chun's trap. If he did, he'd get caught too. While he did have a method to break free, it was time-consuming. By the time he unraveled the binding, he'd already be knocking on death's door.

He saw Black Tiger move. He saw Black Tiger's shifting pupils lock onto him.

The opposing wind resistance made him feel like he was running in slow motion. Furious, Wu Jinliang's scream grew elongated, veins bulging across his body as his eyes seemed ready to bleed from their sockets. If humans had a strength limit of ten, he was pushing himself to a twelve. In this confrontation of unwavering wills, only courage and determination mattered!

Everything culminated in his deafening roar.

At this moment, he fought to snatch his fate from the heavens, to wrest a life from Black Tiger!

At this junction, it was either Black Tiger's death or his own. Black Tiger's retaliation would undoubtedly aim to take his life.

The seconds before the outcome unfolded felt torturously slow to him, vivid images flashing through his mind.

Back in Zhixu City within the Land of Exile, a city guard had laughed mockingly after learning his name, saying it suited him: Wu Jinliang, a man of no significance. He had laughed along subserviently, nodding and bowing.

He also saw a woman's silhouette in his mind—Duan Xiangmei gazing up at him with a sycophantic smile.

This struck him as strangely out of place. At a time like this, why would he think of a woman he wasn't even particularly fond of?

He had kept Duan Xiangmei only because he needed an outlet for his frustrations. She was obedient, staying around to help with chores. There seemed to be other unexplained reasons, things even he couldn't articulate.

Yet in this moment, he realized why. Who genuinely cared for him, and who pretended to? A man of his background and experiences could sense the truth. He had never met a woman who truly cared for him. Most women outside looked down on someone like him, a man from the Land of Exile. But this plain woman truly admired him from her heart.

Then, his blade connected.

He saw Black Tiger's pupils shift—from a glare of murderous intent to sheer terror.

Black Tiger's slightly moving head emitted a sickening crack, splitting in two as though it had exploded.

Wu Jinliang had slashed directly at his skull, aiming for a decisive kill, giving no chance for survival.

His blade was long and heavy. Not only did it cleave through Black Tiger's head, but the blade's arc also split through Black Tiger's lower back, as he was lunging forward in a horizontal posture.

Blood spurted out as the blade pierced through him.

The strike extinguished the blazing flame energy as well.

Black Tiger had actually broken free of the immobilization skill, but his entire body crumbled to the ground as Wu Jinliang's relentless roar echoed—a blade strike that ended it all.

This single slash also silenced the lingering, ornate melody of the flute. The hauntingly piercing flute sound was abruptly cut off.

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