The Night Leader gazed down at Wu Hen, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes.
His hand kept moving, and through the Heavenly Chain, he even transported a large, terrifying swamp from the Dark Domain to this place.
The Dark Language Swamp possessed a strong corrosiveness, and it also exerted an intense viscous sensation on space, creating significant obstacles for those whose speed had reached a certain realm.
His purpose was to seal off Wu Hen's zone of activity, preventing him from using evasion to delay this battle.
Of course, as time passed, the Night Leader understood what Wu Hen was up to.
It must be said that the other party was using an open strategy. Even if you knew his intent and plan, dismantling it was impossible.
Yet, there was a slight confusion in his heart, puzzled as to why Wu Hen dared to place his stakes on someone else.
"Have you already seen your inevitable defeat?" the Night Leader asked.
"It depends on the perspective. If you mean the battle between you and me, then indeed, I don't stand a chance. Your five senses precisely counter my most powerful weapon. But if you refer to this space-time transcending war, I think the outcome is uncertain," replied Wu Hen, who had naturally devised a strategy and wouldn't be so resolute in playing for time and maneuvering.
"You're not confident in yourself? Haven't you considered a direct confrontation with me, breaking through under immense pressure to achieve Five Senses Divine Sense?" the Night Leader asked.
"That would only be if there was no other choice. Moreover, our evolution process has always been cautious, necessitating a clear understanding of ourselves. Even in battle, when unleashing one's full bodily potentials, it's about relying on calm wisdom to find a winning method, not self-hypnotizing like a chicken with adrenaline, thinking hot-blooded passion can break through human limitations... I have a clear understanding of myself; I've had mild rhinitis since childhood, and my sense of smell has never awoken, for good reason," Wu Hen replied.
The Night Leader's lip twitched; he couldn't fathom what was occupying this guy's mind—who was making small talk with him??
"Those who, alongside you, crossed time and came here—do you really expect them to win? I can equally foresee their outcome: miserable, helpless!" The Night Leader's gaze swiftly swept over those Spirit Awakeners from the future.
These people held various abilities, having learned extensively, akin to progressing along the path of Otherworldly Dust. As long as anything could strengthen themselves, they would absorb it.
However, the Night Leader did not see this evolutionary approach favorably. It's similar to a true cultivator who, if unable to select truly suitable nourishment, ends up ingesting all impurities. The outcome would be a buildup of harmful toxins, severely limiting their ceiling.
Cultivating True Martial, piloting mechs, taming spiritual beasts, mutating, arming oneself with hot weapons, cultivating, practicing witchcraft, unlocking life genes...
Indeed, these abilities originated from the fantastical aspects of Otherworldly Dust, determined by the different attributes of spiritual factors. But such chaotic evolution could not birth a genuine Superdimensional Life.
"If your super sense is used to judge their outcomes, you can't predict all my actions, which means you've actively abandoned your infallible Law. Meanwhile, I am confident I can strike you down with this sword... If you focused entirely on battling me, you couldn't predict or command the balance of victory between my comrades and your Night Clan. So even if you know how I intend to break the stalemate, what of it? This is indeed a war for all humanity; if I lose, as long as we can win, that's enough!" Wu Hen said calmly.
Wu Hen followed Su Li, as the lowest tier of life in Desert Dust, wandering the entire otherworldly realm. He had encountered far too many unique species—perhaps minuscule compared to many divine Predators—small in power and short-lived, yet they had their own ways to persevere and endure; though seemingly slaves to genes, they carried out their mission sacredly and nobly.
In the vast universe, there are brilliant stars as well as tiny fireflies. If forced to compare, the brilliant shining stars are an eternally dead silence, while the tiny fireflies enjoy their perfect lifetime within their limited lifespan; extraordinarily long time and extraordinarily short time are inherently equal.
In those days, Wu Hen understood the great wisdom possessed by small life forms—the acceptance of one's own littleness and mediocrity and honestly facing failure...
There will always be undefeatable enemies, but this doesn't mean one's life ends here completely.
Wu Hen accepted the fact that his battle with the Night Leader would result in defeat.
The reason he delayed was solely to prevent the Night Leader from interfering with other regional battles.
In this sky, he wasn't the only one fighting; the top human Evolvers had gathered here. Their victory or defeat was uncertain but undoubtedly held far greater odds than his own.
Since they had a greater chance of winning, his mindset should escape his immediate predicament, focusing on the overall situation.
I may lose, but I must lose later, to buy more time for my comrades to find a breakthrough.
The Night Nuwa Lineage was earnestly blocking those human elites with diverse evolutionary paths. Most of them donned fighting clothes, wielding the Night Nuwa Divine Power. Previously, they battled the Cang Chu Gods of this era, experiencing the gods' bizarre and variable, diverse Divine Power Laws. Now, the heroic figures of the entire Night Nuwa Tribe were up against advanced versions, altered inheritors of the gods' abilities, feeling immense pressure and sweating profusely!
At this moment, the most dazzling figures were neither the Holy Sect inheritors nor the Da Xuan Technology Dark Energy Warriors, but rather a Cyber Sword Immortal.
This Cyber Sword Immortal wore antique gloves, a black gown matching the attire of a Black Immortal, with an Immortal Sword of unknown material across his back. The sword's body shimmered with brilliant lights, decorated with numerous neon lights...
This Infinite City had already endured a prolonged battle, with fallen weapons scattered everywhere. These weapons, to varying extents, bore the energy and soul power of their users. As he moved his finger, an extraordinarily synchronized metallic resonance sounded from Infinite City, followed swiftly by tens of thousands of divine weapons transforming under his command into a sky-spanning river of sword energy!
"I am Chen Qi, the twenty-first generation outbranch disciple of the Sword Immortal Lineage. Offending you seniors!" The Cyber Sword Immortal courteously remarked, not forgetting to bow before unleashing the Heaven and Earth Sword Sound technique.
It was evident that Wu Hen's past advice to this young Cyber Sword Immortal junior brother had sunk in. No matter your abilities, you need to have a presence, you need to impress people, and always remember, one's identity is self-assigned when venturing outside!
Recalling their first meeting with Chen Qi, he was an utter thin dog homebody.
But now, revamped and robed, his slender form exuded a bit of Daoist spirit. Coupled with those earlier finger techniques and the repetitive chanting of sword techniques from his lips, he had truly completed a transformation. It's not only the remaining Night Nuwa Tribe members who were taken aback, even the Red Robe Saint Cai Qiong couldn't help but glance back at Sword Immortal Ling Hu behind him.
The legitimate inheritor of Sword Immortal Ling Hu himself looked utterly confused.
This fellow was the disciple he took three hundred years later??
Why does something feel off!