Chapter 4358: Hope Is Right Ahead
Xuan Dragon Python and his three subordinates did not know that the trillion undead thralls before them were not even a tenth of the total number.
Chaos was vast, with countless Chaos Realm powerhouses. Across the whole of Chaos, not to mention a trillion at Chaos Lesser Completion even a trillion at Chaos Greater Completion would not be beyond imagination.
But precisely because Chaos was so vast, such powerhouses were scattered everywhere; gathering a trillion in one place was nearly impossible.
Even in cross domain wars, when vast numbers appeared on the battlefield, they were spread across the entire warfront, not concentrated into a single mass.
With so many enemies, even killing them all would take a very long time.
The Void Breaking Formation roared at full strength, the Wings of Chaos beat faster, and space was shredded into pulp once more.
By the cadence of the ancestor's aura, Lin Moyu judged that Xuan Dragon Python's wounds were not fully healed, and his domain was already on the brink of collapse. Two activations of the Domain Treasure had consumed a huge amount of domain power; if he used it once more, the domain would certainly shatter.
Once the domain collapsed, he would fall from Full Completion perhaps even below Chaos Greater Completion.
For Xuan Dragon Python, this was already a back to the wall battle with no retreat left.
Which made things simple. Lin Moyu had many ways to kill him.
The simplest: let the undead thralls pin them while the Soul Severing Needle recovered. In half a day, the Needle would be ready. Then, the ancestor would die.
Beyond the Needle, there was still the Catastrophic Scepter. Killing Xuan Dragon Python simply wasn't difficult.
In Lin Moyu's eyes, the ancestor's earlier mistake had cost him his one chance to escape.
The undead thralls surged forward, encircling Xuan Dragon Python and his three lieutenants.
A wounded Full Completion and three Chaos Greater Completions fearsome indeed. The undead thralls were no match head to head, and died by the legion.
But upon death they returned not reviving on the field, but instantly replaced by new summons the next second, maintaining a constant total of one trillion.
Thus, they were a tide that could not be exhausted. No matter how many were slain, the number never dwindled.
Facing such a sea, there was no breaking out. Deprived of spatial traversal, they were turtles trapped in a jar.
Would Xuan Dragon Python regret it? Perhaps. But it no longer mattered. The choice had been made.
Time bled by. The battle never paused. The ancestor and his followers repeatedly tried to punch a hole through the encirclement.
At first, Xuan Dragon Python aimed to kill Lin Moyu his charges were all in Lin Moyu's direction. Lin Moyu retreated continuously. Since the Void Breaking Formation had been refined into a disk, it came with a benefit: it could move.
So as Lin Moyu fell back, he also shifted the formation with him; the ancestor's group simply could not escape its coverage.
Unless they outpaced the formation's movement, any attempt to break free was futile.
Time left to them was short. Half a day passed swiftly enough for the Soul Severing Needle to shine once more.
Two choices presented themselves: strike Xuan Dragon Python directly, or kill one of the three Greater Completion lieutenants.
Killing the ancestor wasn't guaranteed the Needle would most likely grievously wound him again, as he had already recovered somewhat.
Killing a lieutenant was certain. Then use that corpse to kill the other two, as before. That could net two Greater Completion corpses to turn against the ancestor.
Even two Greater Completion corpse detonations might not be enough to kill Xuan Dragon Python. Revive them as undead and force self detonations? Likely the same result.
Also Lin Moyu preferred not to expend those three corpses. They might be more valuable later.
His thoughts snapped to conclusion: target the ancestor.
The Needle flashed. It ignored the chaotic space and appeared before Xuan Dragon Python in a way Lin Moyu could not comprehend, darting straight for his soul.
Sensing the danger, the ancestor faced the same impossible dilemma as before no way to dodge, no way to block.
He could only brace his soul and take it head on.
A scream tore the void. His aura plunged wounded, and wounded again.
He was the linchpin; injured, the breakout faltered immediately.
Despair draped the four. At this rate, there was no hope.
Suddenly, the undead encirclement seemed to loosen. The pressure lessened.
A looser net meant fewer undead were pressing them, meaning a greater chance to break through.
Freshly wounded, the ancestor nonetheless felt a faint flicker of hope.
The Needle slipped silently back into Lin Moyu's hand and was hidden away at once. Lin Moyu also withdrew quickly, putting great distance between them.
He knew the situation had reached the razor's edge. The ancestor still had one final option self detonation.
The self detonation of a Full Completion would be catastrophic. Even a trillion undead might be buried with him.
If Lin Moyu were within the blast range, he might die dozens or hundreds of times. There was no need to suffer that.
There was another reason to hide the Needle: its presence might provoke the ancestor into detonating himself.
So Lin Moyu deliberately relaxed the noose, giving the illusion that the undead pressure had weakened and that a breakout might be possible.
He hid the Needle and staged the retreat.
He did not expect to trick the ancestor entirely only to delay him. He needed only a little time. Half a day would do.
And it worked.
With hope in his chest, the ancestor did not self detonate. He, with his men, pressed on for the breakout despite heavy wounds.
Their speed grew. The undead died in droves. The number seemed to thin quickly.
Gradually, Lin Moyu who had kept his distance came back into their sights.
Seeing him again, the ancestor's killing intent surged. Dragon roars shook the void as he charged straight at Lin Moyu.
Lin Moyu cooperated putting on a mask of panic, he retreated quickly.
This time, the formation disk's speed seemed not quite enough to keep pace with his withdrawal. The ancestor felt the calm, orderly space beyond the formation's edge.
If he could just cross that boundary, he would be a dragon in the sea free to roam Chaos. Even if Lin Moyu wasn't slain today, he could recover and return to settle accounts later.
For a Full Completion, a few million years was a trifle.
"Push harder once we're out, we're safe!" the ancestor growled.
"As you command!" the three chorused, hope flashing in their eyes.
Their pace quickened. Lin Moyu backed away. The formation disk lagged just a bit bringing the escape point closer and closer.
Hope swelled. Success drew near.
At last, half a day later, they reached the formation's edge.
Lin Moyu was not far off. Once they stepped beyond the array, Xuan Dragon Python would strike him down at once. Revenge could wait, but if opportunity presented itself, why not seize it?
Then he saw Lin Moyu's smile and a silver needle in his hand.
The silver needle flashed.
"Trapped!"
A glacial chill rose from the depths of his soul. Too late.
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