The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

There was a moment of silence after he said that.

Countless gazes began searching the enormous light screen. Of the five scenes, the Northern Region, Southern Region, Western Region, and Central Region were already engaged in fierce battles, but the scene of the Eastern Region remained a blurry gray-white, as if deliberately obscured by something.

Someone whispered their guesses.

"There are only two people from the Eastern Region; they're probably too scared to move, aren't they?"

"No, although there are only two people from the Eastern Region, Wang Long and Ye Niannu's strength is undeniable. They shouldn't be so afraid to even make a move."

"Then why isn't the screen lit up yet? Logically, the five major domains should have started simultaneously..."

The murmurs grew louder, and spectators throughout Sendai turned their heads to look towards the eastern viewing area.

Song Tiange stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, his gaze fixed on the still-unlit Eastern Region screen, without saying a word.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, also staring at the blurry light screen, her fingers clenched slightly in her sleeve.

No one knows what is happening behind that grayish-white blur.

At this moment, on that gray-white plain in the Eastern Region, the atmosphere was completely different from what the spectators in Sendai had imagined.

After the initial panic, the dozen or so disciples from the Eastern Region quickly calmed down and formed a loose semicircle, surrounding Wang Long and Ye Niannu in the middle.

Zhou Yanzhi gripped the chipped spirit sword, standing on the outer edge of the semicircle, his eyes warily fixed on the Haotian Divine Deer clone standing quietly in the distance, his body taut like a fully drawn bow.

Chen Yuanzhi crouched on the other side, clutching a communication talisman in his hand, his knuckles slightly white. The others also gripped their weapons tightly, spiritual energy circulating slightly around their bodies, ready to strike at any moment.

But no one moved.

Everyone is waiting.

Wang Long stood in the center of the crowd, his gaze calmly fixed on the clone of the Haotian Divine Deer.

It was larger than the ones seen in the Central Region, about four zhang tall. Its pale golden scales gleamed with a warm and steady luster under the gray-white sunlight. Its gnarled antlers resembled two ancient silver trees, exuding an unshakable sense of power in silence.

It did not launch an attack. Its gentle and deep eyes quietly watched the people of the Eastern Region, as if they were looking at a group of insignificant passersby.

Ye Niannu stood beside Wang Long, also observing the deer-shaped clone. After a moment, she leaned close to Wang Long's ear and whispered.

"My lord, the scales on the deer's belly are lighter in color than the rest of the body, but that lightness isn't due to weakness; it's more like... a deliberate flaw."

Wang Long nodded slightly.

"I have also noticed that the arrangement of the scales on the deer's belly is different from the other parts, as if it is a deliberately left 'entrance'. However, with the defensive power of a peak Heavenly Sovereign, even if that is really a weak point, ordinary attacks cannot penetrate it."

"So how do we fight?"

Ye Niannu didn't ask "Can you fight?", she asked "How?", her tone carrying a firm trust, as if to say that as long as her husband said he could fight, then she definitely could.

Wang Long did not answer immediately. Although his mental power was suppressed in this area, it was still slowly and steadily extending.

Those hair-thin threads spread out along the ground, bypassing the deer-shaped clone's line of sight, and approached little by little from the flanks and blind spots behind, like silently crawling vines.

He was testing the waters.

To test the limits of this deer-shaped clone's perception, to see if it has any blind spots, and to see if there are any patterns in the flow of spiritual energy on the surface of its scales.

After a moment, he withdrew his mental energy and whispered.

"Its scales have an extremely fine layer of spiritual energy flowing on them. Each scale vibrates slightly at a fixed frequency, evenly distributing the incoming attack power across the entire scale."

"There are extremely brief intervals between those trembling nodes. The timing and location of these intervals are not fixed, but there is an overall pattern."

Zhou Yanzhi was completely confused and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Prince Wang, how exactly do we fight?"

Wang Long glanced at him sideways, his tone calm.

"wait."

"wait?"

"Only when its scales tremble to a specific point, and all power is concentrated to attack that point, can it possibly deal more damage than the other domains."

As he spoke, he slightly raised his right hand, and golden spiritual energy slowly condensed into a short sword in his palm.

The short sword did not take shape immediately, but remained in a semi-fluid state in his palm, like a lump of liquid metal waiting to be finally shaped.

He continued to observe the deer-shaped clone.

It is breathing.

Or rather, it was "breathing" at an extremely slow and steady rhythm, with each "breath" causing the spiritual energy flow layer on the surface of the scales to complete a full tremor cycle.

Wang Long counted the number of tremors, silently recording the rhythm in his mind.

Once, twice, three times...

He sensed that Ye Niannu's spiritual power was resonating with his spiritual power in an extremely subtle way, like two tides moving in sync, each oscillation making the connection between their powers even stronger.

The plain was silent.

The people of the Eastern Region held their breath, awaiting Wang Long's command.

The avatar of the Heavenly Deer in the distance still stood there quietly, its gentle eyes watching them calmly and steadily, like an unchanging mountain.

On the Sendai, the scene in the Eastern Region was still a blurry gray-white image on the huge light screen.

Countless gazes converged on that blurry area; some were confused, some anxious, some gloating, and some thoughtful.

"What exactly is the Eastern Region doing? Why haven't they made a move yet?"

"It's been so long, are they really just spacing out?"

What exactly is Wang Long thinking?

The discussions grew louder and louder, and the expressions of the team leaders in the Eastern Region Observation Zone became increasingly grim.

Only Song Tiange and Ye Wushuang remained quietly standing at the front of the crowd, their gazes fixed on the light screen, their expressions differing.

"He's waiting for the right opportunity."

Song Tiange did not turn around, but simply nodded slightly.

"Um."

"Wait until the deer is at its most vulnerable moment, and then make your move."

"Um."

The conversation between the two was so brief it was almost perfunctory, yet it carried a tacit understanding that required no further words.

At that moment, on the Eastern Plains, a faint golden light finally flashed in Wang Long's eyes.

He spoke, his voice steady and clear, reaching the ears of every disciple from the Eastern Region present.

"Zhou Yanzhi, Chen Yuanzhi, you two retreat to a distance of a hundred feet. Do not make a move; just observe."

"The rest of you, form ranks, concentrate all your spiritual power into one attack, and listen to my command. Attack simultaneously the moment I say 'Release'."

The people from the Eastern Region responded in unison, without a single hesitation or question.

Everyone was waiting for his command.

Wang Long raised his hand, and a golden spiritual energy short sword fully formed in his palm, its tip pointing directly at the gap in the scales on the abdomen of the deer-shaped clone.

He sensed that Ye Niannu's spiritual power was now completely synchronized with his, and the two powers intertwined in the meridians connected in his palms, forming a thick and condensed river.

He is waiting.

Wait for the brief moment when the scales tremble, wait for that one in ten thousand opening.

The plain was silent.

The clone of the Heavenly Deer opposite them still stood there quietly, its gentle eyes watching them.

The next moment, Wang Long moved.