Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

Inside the passage, the air seemed to solidify into heavy lead, making it hard to breathe. Smoke and dust mixed with the stench of blood, under the low temperature deliberately maintained by Han Bingshuo, condensed into tiny ice crystals that floated in the air, reflecting a bleak light.

The enemy behind the stone gate did not rush to attack. The soft scraping sounds came intermittently, as if they were recalibrating their weapons, or as if they were waiting for some kind of deadly support to arrive.

"Cough cough..."

Han Bingshuo's shoulder wound had been frozen by the cold air and stopped bleeding, but his face was as pale as paper, and the white mist surrounding him had thinned considerably. The area of ​​his permafrost domain had shrunk from thirty meters to less than fifteen meters, and the ice crystals at the edges began to melt and drip, leaving wet streaks along the rock wall. Clearly, forcibly altering the terrain to block the rockets, coupled with maintaining a large-scale domain defense, had already exhausted more than ninety percent of his Dao energy.

"senior!"

Chen Mo supported Han Bingshuo, who was swaying slightly. The vertical lines of insight in his eyes swept over the old man's body, and his heart sank: Senior Han's energy was on the verge of depletion, and he could not even maintain the basic domain.

"It's alright."

Han Bingshuo waved his hand, his voice low yet unusually steady. He looked sharply toward the stone gate and suddenly raised his voice:

"The people inside are ruthless and well-equipped; they are no ordinary bandits. To stage such a large-scale operation in the heart of China, their demands must be considerable. Perhaps we can discuss some terms."

His words stunned not only Chen Mo, but also Su Wan and the two Watchers who were urgently treating Zhao Lei's wounds. Senior Han actually took the initiative to seek peace.

But Chen Mo instantly realized: stall for time!

"Shall we discuss the terms?"

There was a moment of silence behind the stone door, followed by a cold, hard voice, amplified and with a metallic, strained quality. The accent was definitely not Chinese; it was the same "Doctor" from before:

"Heh, you've trespassed into a place you shouldn't have been, seen things you shouldn't have seen. Your only value is to become 'samples' or... corpses. But I'm quite curious, when did the guardians of truth in China become so... naive?"

The doctor's tone was full of cat-and-mouse humor, clearly seeing through the delaying tactic, but happy to play with his prey a little longer.

Chen Mo, realizing what was happening, immediately retorted, his voice deliberately amplified, carrying the sharpness and defiance characteristic of youth: "Samples? You cowards who only know how to hide behind doors and snipe at others? You don't even dare to face them head-on, do you think you're worthy? That ethereal spirit with Dao patterns chained to your door is nothing special, we've already torn it to shreds!"

"oh."

There was no surprise in the doctor's voice. "That was just a less-than-successful experiment. You'll soon see the real works of art."

The moment the doctor finished speaking, his observation scalpel detected a faint but familiar energy fluctuation emanating from the direction of the cave entrance. There was more than one, and one of them carried the sharpness of Shen Che's unique shadow-hunting tracking, yet it was more refined and oppressive than when they had met before.

Chen Mo's heart pounded, but his face remained impassive. Instead, he continued to sneer towards the stone gate: "Your shoddy modifications dare to be called works of art? Is it art that hides in a cave like a rat, too afraid to show its face?"

As he spoke, he quickly glanced at Han Bingshuo and Su Wan out of the corner of his eye.

A glint flashed in Han Bingshuo's eyes, and he nodded almost imperceptibly. The originally dim white mist around him seemed to solidify a little more, as he was forcibly squeezing out the last bit of his strength.

Su Wan's psychic powers also sensed something. She took a deep breath, and a psychic silver light appeared at her fingertips, ready to interfere with the will of any possible enemy.

Outside the cave, at the entrance.

Shen Che, Lin Yue, Zhao Changfeng, Liu Jiaqi, and Sun Ruliang stood side by side. They had just left the Shennong Secret Realm when their communication devices received an emergency notification from the Watchers. Following the extreme chill lingering from Han Bingshuo's fully activated domain and the violent explosions inside the mountain, they rushed over at top speed.

After quickly exchanging information with the watchman remaining at the cave entrance, Shen Che frowned deeply. The cave entrance in front of them had been completely blocked by collapsed boulders. The rock structure had become extremely unstable due to the explosion and Han Bingshuo's extreme cold power, and forcibly breaking through it would easily trigger a secondary collapse.

"Shadows clear the way, wind blades cut, vines provide support!"

Shen Che made a decisive move, and the black shadow around him suddenly swelled up, transforming into countless fine shadow threads that seeped into the crevices of the boulder like flowing water, precisely outlining the points of stress.

Zhao Changfeng understood, and several condensed wind blades appeared in his palm. He slashed along the trajectory marked by the shadow threads. The sound of the wind blades cutting through the air intertwined with the sound of rocks shattering, and the several-ton boulder was precisely cut open.

Lin Yue's vines followed closely behind, coiling around the cut stone like serpents and steadily moving it away. The movements were seamless and incredibly efficient.

Their trials in the secret realm made their teamwork increasingly seamless, and their individual strengths also improved.

One by one, the boulders blocking the cave entrance were quickly and methodically moved aside, and a lifeline was being cleared. Inside the cave, Su Wan, relying on her psychic abilities, clearly sensed the approaching presence of reinforcements.

Inside the corridor, the "Doctor's" patience seemed to have run out. Without further ado, he coldly issued the order:

"Game over. Release the 'Fang' and 'Fortress' series experimental subjects to eliminate all intruders."

"Boom—"

A heavy mechanical unlocking sound came from behind the stone door, and the next second, several dark figures darted out like ghosts!

The first to appear are six "Fang" series ethereal beings!

They abandoned their common humanoid form, instead crawling on all fours, resembling magnified wolves, yet covered in the same viscous texture as the ethereal beings. They possessed a gigantic maw, split open to its limit and covered with layers upon layers of spiraling, sharp teeth, from which saliva dripped, corroding the ground.

Most strikingly, their exposed backs and joints were adorned with countless pale, sharp bone spurs. The surfaces of these spurs were entwined with dark red, vein-like patterns, radiating an extremely bloodthirsty and violent energy. They emitted low, sandpaper-like roars, their scarlet eyes fixed intently on the people within the passage.

One of them suddenly roared to the sky, its voice sharp and piercing, trying to break free of its restraints. However, the "restraint collar" around its neck instantly lit up with a red warning light, and a surge of electric energy coursed through its body. It let out a painful whimper, its ferocious posture abruptly subdued, and it obediently lowered its head, its eyes filled with savagery and resentment.

Following closely behind "Fangs" are four "Sturdy Wall" series ethereal beings!

They resembled giant bears standing upright, nearly three meters tall, their muscles possessing a dull metallic sheen, as if cast from pig iron, giving them an aura of unbreakable solidity. Their arms were exceptionally thick, ending not in hands, but in two enormous and menacing bone hammers!

The "Iron Wall" is covered with layers of bone armor on its shoulders and back, and dark golden flowing patterns appear and disappear on its chest, which are very similar to the Dao patterns on the ethereal spirit that Lu Yu and Chen Mo dealt with at the stone gate.

With each step they took, the ground trembled slightly, like a moving metal wall blocking the "fangs" from the side, advancing slowly and steadily.

With one moving and one still, one attacking and one defending, the two modified ethereal teams, imbued with specific Dao patterns, carried a destructive aura, like a tide of death, and crushed towards Han Bingshuo, who was already at his limit, Zhao Lei, who was seriously injured, and Chen Mo, Su Wan, and two ordinary Watchers who were relatively not good at fighting!

The rescue passage overhead was not yet fully open, and before them stood an unprecedentedly enhanced ethereal army.