Long River Eternity

Now, all preparations are ready.

The large man slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping towards the three demons in the air who had been watching coldly. A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly, "Success or failure depends on this one move. Action begins immediately, Elder Yao!"

When Yao Changlin heard this, a sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes, like a meteor across the sky in a cold night.

He raised his head slightly, looking solemnly at the oppressive area above his head, trying to find any flaws in it.

At the same time, the big man turned to look at Chen Qian, with a serious expression, and said: "Brother Qian, in order to prevent any accidents, you should also start preparing."

"Alright!" Chen Qian responded, and with a deft movement, he pulled out a small, transparent glass bottle from his bosom. The bottle shimmered with a crystalline sheen in the dim light, brimming with blood as red as agate, seemingly containing endless power and secrets.

Chen Qian looked solemn as he slowly unscrewed the bottle cap in his hand. A drop of bright red blood quietly fell onto his palm.

He quickly clenched his fists and muttered in a low and firm voice, "Melting!"

At this moment, although the members of the Kaijiang Corps pretended to be indifferent and did not deliberately look at Chen Qian, their eyes were closely locked on his every move, and a hint of expectation was revealed on their faces, as if they were waiting for a miracle to happen.

In a moment, a faint red light overflowed from between Chen Qian's clenched fingers.

But the red light was fleeting, and instantly turned into wisps of strange black smoke, which passed through the fingers and slowly dissipated into the air like a ghost.

Upon seeing this, all members of the headquarters had an expression of "as expected" on their faces, as if this result had been expected by them.

Chen Qian keenly noticed the change in everyone's expressions. He gave a wry smile and explained, "After all, the success rate is only 30%. It's normal to fail this time. I'll try again."

After saying that, he dripped another drop of blood, refocused his mind, and performed his special skills.

However, fate did not seem to favor him. The drop of blood turned into black smoke just like before, announcing that this attempt had ended in failure again.

At this moment, Yao Changlin fixed his gaze on a certain part of the domain. He pointed sharply and shouted in a low voice, unable to conceal his excitement, "Found it! Right there! The strength of that area, while slightly different, is indeed a tiny bit weaker than other areas."

When everyone heard this, their eyes, which had been focused on Chen Qian, who had tried and failed repeatedly, instantly turned to the big man.

The big man slowly closed his eyes, his expression solemn, and sat down calmly on the ground. Then, a powerful low shout burst out from his mouth: "Come on!"

Bai Jun and the other three came to the big man without hesitation. Their expressions were resolute, and their aura was rising.

Without any hesitation, the three of them mobilized all their energy and used their full strength to display their respective special skills.

"Boundless murderous intent!"

"Endless Fighting Spirit!"

"Rage to the sky!"

In an instant, three extreme thoughts burst out like a surging tide, and the powerful aura seemed to tear the surrounding space apart.

However, they quickly gathered this explosive intention, just like gathering a surging river into a narrow channel, and then continued to compress it, finally concentrating all their strength.

Although the three of them had tried their best to concentrate their thoughts, less than one percent of their thoughts still escaped.

The seemingly insignificant dissipated power was like a sharp blade, constantly attacking the mental defenses of everyone around. Originally, a single thought had an inspiring effect, but when the three thoughts were added together, it became a poison that drove people crazy.

From this, it is not difficult to imagine how terrifying and shocking the thoughts concentrated by the three people at this moment are.

The three of them simultaneously mobilized their thoughts, carefully weaving and compressing them like fine silk threads until they condensed into their palms.

They looked at each other, and when their eyes met, they saw the reluctance, struggle and worry hidden deep within.

However, a moment later, their expressions suddenly changed, as if an invisible force instantly dispelled the complex emotions, leaving only determination.

The three of them slowly raised their hands, their movements coordinated and steady, as if they were performing a sacred ritual.

Three beams of light shot out from their palms, like three nimble dragons, with dazzling light, roaring towards the big man's forehead.

As soon as the big man came into contact with the beam of light, his originally calm expression instantly distorted, and the white light curtain that protected everyone began to vibrate violently like a disturbed lake, creating layers of ripples.

The next second, the big man suddenly opened his eyes, and two red lights shot out from him like lightning, carrying endless anger and madness.

His expression instantly became hideous and painful, his facial features twisted together, as if he was being tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand.

At this moment, in his sea of ​​consciousness, the indomitable will to fight was like a surging tide, constantly attacking the defense line of reason; the desperate rage was like a raging fire, trying to turn everything into ashes; the murderous intent to destroy the world spread wantonly in the darkness, like a giant dragon with bared fangs and claws, devouring his soul.

These three forces are entangled and intertwined with each other, like a brutal war. Once out of control, he will completely become a monster without thoughts, who only knows how to kill, and become a puppet of this force.

The three members of the White Army did not retreat because of this. They gritted their teeth, veins bulged on their foreheads, and continued to infuse the power of their thoughts into the big man's body.

As the power of thought continued to be injected, the big man's expression became more and more painful, and a strong red light began to flow throughout his body.

The red light was like flowing magma, surging and rolling under his skin, as if his body was burning with red flames.

The flames leaped and burned, reflecting his painful face and the tense expressions of those around him.

As the red light around the big man became more and more intense, the white light curtain covering everyone gradually began to turn red.

The blush was like a gorgeous sunset, slowly spreading across the white light curtain, but it also carried a hint of ominous foreboding, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

"Our thoughts continue to accumulate in his sea of ​​consciousness, and now there are even signs of fusion.

However, he didn't seem to take any control measures. Could something have gone wrong? Should we pause? Bai Jun's face was full of anxiety, and his words were full of worry.

Zhan Qiyu's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "No! Believe in Wuqiu, he will definitely be able to successfully control this thought!"