Chapter 386: On Stage and Off Stage

Thud!

As the white-robed figure withdrew his spear, another blood-stained corpse materialized and fell heavily onto the stage.

The second. This corpse, along with the scattered fragments of the first iron cart, blended perfectly with the performance, showing no hint of discord. After flipping the first cart, Gao Chong did not hesitate, but continued his pursuit forward.

The Chiseled Gold Tiger-Head Spear thrust out once more!

He sang loudly, "Where do you think you're going, barbarian!"

"Where do you think you're going, barbarian!"

A dramatic operatic voice boomed in Old Man He's ears like a clap of thunder!

An unprecedented sense of life-or-death crisis surged within him. Instinctively, he raised the cane in his hand, and a massive crane eye opened at his feet. As the eye rolled, his figure instantly vanished from his original position!

The next moment, an enormous spear shadow, towering like a pillar, struck down, sweeping past Old Man He's original spot and crashing onto a desolate plain. The entire Willow Town shuddered violently!

Boom—!!

Thick dust and smoke rose, and countless shattered stones splattered into the sky!

The earth trembled, and even the more than ten rivers flowing through the town surged. Amidst gasps of alarm from all directions in Willow Town, the turbulent river water rushed over its banks, carrying countless large fish that flopped in the wet soil.

Old Man He reappeared over a hundred meters away. Leaning on his cane, he looked back to see a bottomless giant pit slowly emerging from the dispersing dust and smoke.

Old Man He's face turned incredibly grim as he looked at the nearly hundred-meter-wide pit!

"Where did he strike from?!"

By now, Fusheng Hui had already lost two people, yet Old Man He hadn't even clearly seen where the enemy came from. He had no time to search and immediately turned to continue his escape!

Because he heard the operatic voice still echoing in his ears!

He hadn't fled far when another spear shadow pierced forth from nothingness, descending from the sky like a divine judgment!

Boom—!!

At this moment, the residents of Willow Town witnessed one enormous spear shadow after another erupting from nothingness, like pillars of light successively illuminating half the sky. Even the thick rain clouds covering Willow Town were pierced and riddled with holes!

After three consecutive spear strikes, the wasteland on the southwest side of Willow Town had been completely transformed into an abyss. Pale golden sunlight streamed through the broken dark clouds, outlining a series of bottomless giant pits.

If Old Man He's earlier feat of riding thousands of white cranes eastward was considered a miracle by all, then these devastating celestial spear shadows were nothing short of a god's personal appearance!

And at the edge of this ravaged land, an old figure was still desperately fleeing!

Old Man He, after all, was a Seventh-tier expert, unlike the two juniors who were instantly killed by a single spear strike. Even facing such terrifying attacks, he was not entirely defenseless...

But even so, his face was as pale as paper, and sweat from his palms trickled down his cane and dripped onto the ground.

"Seventh-tier... no, Eighth-tier? This is at least an Eighth-tier expert making a move!"

Old Man He looked at the giant spear-mark pits covering the ground, muttering with lingering fear, "How could this be... The entire Mortal Realm only has three Eighth-tier experts, and the one attacking is definitely not them... So where did this Eighth-tier expert come from? Have I offended him somewhere? Or is it Fusheng Hui that offended him?"

Old Man He racked his brain, yet couldn't figure out whom he had offended. However, a mysterious Eighth-tier expert hiding in their Mortal Realm was definitely a huge threat to Fusheng Hui, and if word reached the main city, it would surely cause an uproar!

Old Man He immediately took a walkie-talkie from his pocket. Just as he pressed the button, another spear shadow descended from the sky!

Boom—!!

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud—

On the stage, Gao Chong's Chiseled Gold Tiger-Head Spear repeatedly struck the stage floor, creating small indentations due to the immense force.

As he lightly flicked his long spear, several bulky iron carts were also flipped away, crashing heavily to the side.

Even though Willow Town was now shaking violently due to the mysterious spear shadows, Chen Ling, sitting in the audience, remained completely oblivious. It was as if this place was entirely isolated from the outside world, calm and quiet, with only the distant sound of rain and the lingering operatic voice.

"What formidable spear skills," Chen Ling muttered to himself.

Chen Ling watched the white-robed figure on stage, who resembled a god of war. With each spear thrust, the figure's power and speed seemed unremarkable, yet there was an indescribable sense of oppression in every movement...

In his hands, the imposing iron carts seemed like mere toys.

After flipping six iron carts in a row, the white-robed figure narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a cold snort:

"You're quite good at fleeing! How long can you keep running?"

As he finished speaking, the white-robed figure took a powerful step forward. As his foot landed heavily on the stage surface, the stage space around him suddenly visibly twisted and stretched...

It was as if they had been placed within an infinitely large convex mirror. The previously small stage began to continuously extend in all directions, and the white-robed figure holding the Chiseled Gold Tiger-Head Spear on stage also seemed to grow taller and taller!

Chen Ling, seated below the stage, was startled!

In his vision, his own presence was rapidly shrinking, as if he were an ant sitting in a crack in the floor. Along with this came a dizzying sensation of spatial distortion. At that moment, the entire Willow Town seemed to be absorbed within the scope of the stage!

This was the first time Chen Ling had directly perceived the intervention of supernatural power since the performance began. This simple step taken by the white-robed figure completely overturned Chen Ling's understanding of "Xishendao."

"The stage beneath Senior Brother's feet... is actually Willow Town?!"

No wonder Senior Brother could casually swing his spear just now and bring back corpses from thin air... From the very beginning, the performance on stage could influence external reality!

Only now did Chen Ling glimpse one of the mysteries of this performance, leaving him utterly astonished.

As the stage space twisted and stretched, the seventh iron cart rushing towards them suddenly underwent a strange transformation... Chen Ling remembered this illusion-like change; there seemed to be similar signs when the first iron carts were flipped, but after the white-robed figure took that step, these signs became even more apparent.

As he clearly saw the transformation of that iron cart, Chen Ling's eyes involuntarily widened...

"This is..."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Old Man He, who had continuously dodged six spear shadows, stood leaning on his cane amidst the ruins, coughing violently.

He glanced back at the distant town and couldn't help but speak:

"I've already come this far, and I'm still not out of the domain's range?"

Helpless, Old Man He could only grit his teeth and continue fleeing forward. He had already dodged six spear strikes consecutively, so naturally, he could also dodge the seventh and even more...

He seemed to be gradually getting accustomed to the assailant's attack rhythm.