The crumbling active giant wall almost buried Yi Fan alive as he lay on the ground.
Startled, he jumped up.
Bai Shuang looked at the suddenly opened path in front of her and nodded in satisfaction.
Moreover, the Power of Lies spread like a rapidly expanding plague virus, starting from the wall in front of them and quickly spreading.
Rumble!
More and more active giant walls began to collapse, with dust rising everywhere, creating a spectacular scene.
They soon saw Han Zhan moving quickly in the distance.
"Captain!" Bai Shuang shouted from afar. If Han Zhan hadn't activated the Opening of the Brain Domain state, he might not have heard.
He reflexively turned his head and saw a shocking scene.
The active giant walls that had formed in an instant were collapsing rapidly, turning back into dust and dirt.
Amid the dispersing dust, he also saw many City Guardians of Deep Blue City, lying unconscious on the ground, their life or death uncertain.
"Watch out!"
Han Zhan's gaze sharpened as he keenly noticed the peculiarities in the dust on the ground.
He held the Fu Xi Zither horizontally, and with a casual wave of his right hand,
a Zither Sound Air Blade attacked in the direction of Bai Shuang and Yi Fan.
Bang!
The Zither Sound Air Blade struck into the swirling yellow dust, hitting something and making a muffled sound.
Only then, as the dust slightly cleared, did Bai Shuang see that a clay giant, about three meters tall, had somehow appeared behind them!
A terrifying gash on its body was shedding dirt, but it was also repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
If not for Han Zhan, the two might have been smashed into a pulp by this clay giant.
Bai Shuang snorted angrily, pointing at the clay giant and shouting, "What are you looking at? You're fake too!"
The clay giant's repairing movements suddenly paused.
Then, with a bang, the three-meter-tall giant very decisively collapsed.
This simple and crude scene left Han Zhan momentarily stunned.
But he had no time to daze, as after all the active giant walls had disappeared, more clay giants emerged from the dust.
Looking around, a rough estimate showed at least a thousand of them!
No matter how buggy Bai Shuang's Power of Lies was, it wasn't possible to eliminate all thousand clay giants at once.
Han Zhan placed his hand on the zither strings again.
In the Black Tent's space, the thick layer of scattered dust was stirred.
Countless invisible threads swayed violently.
It was the wind.
"Joyful Wind!"
The wind was everywhere, even within the Black Tent. Compelled by Han Zhan's Fu Xi Zither, they all converged into a wind!
The speed of these winds was extremely fast, sweeping across the battlefield, quickly reaching Bai Shuang and Yi Fan.
They felt as if something gently wrapped around them, and then they were lifted into the air.
They were flying!
Flying high, Bai Shuang and Yi Fan quickly escaped the encirclement of the clay giants.
Han Zhan did the same.
"Riding the Wind!"
After quickly leaving the battlefield, they soon reached the plaza where the black sphere was located.
"Destroy that black sphere; that's the body of the Wanderer!"
"After releasing the Black Tent, its body merged into the Black Tent's world. All that's left is that black sphere."
"As long as the sphere is shattered, you can kill the Wanderer!"
Han Zhan quickly explained.
Bai Shuang and Yi Fan exchanged looks and nodded.
"Go ahead, we'll help you!"
As soon as she spoke, the entire Black Tent world began to quake violently. The black sphere, like a black hole with a strong suction, pulled everything around it wildly!
The sudden change happened instantly,
and the Wanderer noticed the danger, driving all the absorbed life energy into everything it absorbed.
All that was activated fused as if it were liquid water, and soon, they completed the fusion, morphing into a more terrifying Mountain Giant, completely enveloping the black sphere!
Looking at the towering Mountain Giant, reaching over ten meters high, Bai Shuang swallowed.
"How about it? Can your Power of Lies still work?"
Bai Shuang gritted her teeth, shouting at the colossal figure, "Fake, it's all fake! You're not alive!"
The Mountain Giant's body slightly paused.
Effective? Before anyone could show joy, they saw soil tumbling from the Mountain Giant's body, but it did not disperse. Instead, it followed the sound and swung a punch towards Bai Shuang!
This woman, with her exceptionally strange talent, had already been marked by the Wanderer and was on the priority kill list.
Despite the giant's massive size, its punch was surprisingly fast.
The terrifying wind pressure formed instantly, and the punch even produced a sonic boom, but a not-so-lax figure stood in front of Bai Shuang.
"Grant me, Immortal."
Golden light began to slowly emerge from Yi Fan's skin, enveloping his entire body.
In this moment, the once-slumped figure straightened, and under the golden glow, Yi Fan chose to meet the blow head-on.
The Mountain Giant's punch struck heavily against him.
The blow dimmed the golden pattern light somewhat.
However, Yi Fan truly stood his ground!
"Six attacks!" Yi Fan directly indicated to Han Zhan.
Han Zhan nodded in understanding.
Yi Fan meant his Immortal state could withstand six more such attacks.
Han Zhan's thumb, index, and middle fingers shifted their finger techniques on the zither strings.
As Han Zhan plucked the strings again, a dark blue-purple hue splashed from the string.
At the same time, outside the Black Tent,
the previously darkened sky thundered, and silver lightning streaked across the sky like roaming dragons.
A faint, indistinct phantom appeared in the sky.
Inside Deep Blue City, at the City Guardian Organization Building,
Zhao Hu squinted his whitening eyes at the sudden phenomena in the sky, "That direction is the location of the Wanderer's Black Tent Barrier."
"Such dense lightning energy, accumulating with the phantom's appearance."
"This move is powerful, but it's not enough to defeat the Wanderer."
At the battlefield's center,
Yi Fan was launched away by another punch.
"Are you ready?!" he shouted towards Han Zhan.
At that moment, Han Zhan was surrounded by crackling lightning, yet he shook his head gravely, repeating Zhao Hu's words.
"Not ready!"
Han Zhan changed his finger techniques, striking the Fu Xi Zither strings a second time!
Lightning surged!
Then the third time, fourth, fifth, and sixth!
With each strike, the lightning covering Han Zhan grew more intense, and by the sixth, he was almost entirely shrouded in lightning, his appearance obscured.
Carrying this overload was no easy feat, even for a Tier Two Spirit Contract Master.
With the sixth strum of the Fu Xi Zither, outside the Black Tent, six statues of differing forms fully solidified in the sky!
Ding Mao, Ding Si, Ding Wei, Ding You, Ding Hai, Ding Chou.
"Six Ding Celestial Gods, serving the Emperor, summoned by the zither's tune for use!"
In the obscured silhouette of thunder and lightning, Han Zhan's muffled voice resounded, and the six statue phantoms simultaneously leaned forward, unleashing six world-shaking thunders straight towards the Black Tent!
"Zither Tune, Six Ding Thunder!"