I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

The bright light and impact produced by countless explosions completely submerged this place once again.

I don’t know how long it took, but as the laws of space began to repair themselves, the darkness gradually faded away and clarity returned.

At the very center of the explosion, the solid sonic barrier suddenly cracked with a "click", and a red figure rushed out from it like an agile swallow.

"Qishash, how...how are you?" Hongdie's face was full of anxiety, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she rushed to Jiang Qisha's side and asked with concern.

Jiang Qisha shook his head slightly without saying anything, but his face turned slightly pale.

At this moment, Ye Daozhi and the others also emerged from behind their cover, and what came into view was Jiang Qisha's tall but somewhat exhausted back. At this moment, Jiang Qisha did not appear to have any obvious external injuries, but his breathing was slightly rapid and his breath was a little disordered. It was obvious that the fierce battle just now had consumed a lot of his energy.

Back then, with only a few hundred great cannons, the Nebula Pavilion, whose overall strength was far inferior to that of the Blood Hand Castle, easily stopped a group of masters from the Blood Hand Castle and caused them a lot of trouble.

But now, thousands of great Dao cannons fired at the same time. First, thousands of shells poured down like raindrops, and then the artillery bodies exploded one after another, erupting with such terrifying, seemingly world-destroying power, but Jiang Qisha resisted it so easily, and he himself was almost unharmed, with only a slightly disordered breath and a slightly heavy breathing.

If Ye Chongren heard this scene, he would probably be completely disheartened.

You know, these great cannons consumed countless rare resources of Honghuang City, almost all of his family fortune. He thought that he could use them to deal a fatal blow to the enemy, but he didn't expect that they were like a drop in the ocean and failed to create much waves. If it were anyone else, they would probably fall into the abyss of despair and find it difficult to extricate themselves.

"The Great Dao Divine Cannon has been used up. We must find another way out." Ye Chongren said with a tense and serious expression. His eyes were bloodshot, like burning embers, the result of several days of sleeplessness, the fatigue and anxiety after the battle. The Great Dao Divine Cannon was originally their trump card, and for the sake of safety, they had used it all at once at the beginning. Now that this trump card was exhausted, if they really wanted to stop the pursuers from now on, they would have to rely on their own ability.

"Do you have any powerful trump cards? If you don't use them now, you might not have another chance!" Ye Chongren's eyes were like sharp daggers, quickly glancing at Meng Kongchan, the master of Fenglei Palace, and Li Youtian, the master of Xingyun Pavilion. His tone was filled with anxiety and anticipation. His gaze was like two sharp flying knives, piercing the two men, as if trying to dig out some useful information from them.

Li Youtian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How could we possibly stop those three people with our limited means? Don't forget that Shenjian Mountain, Huangji Cave, Floating Island and Blood Hand Castle, which are far more powerful than us, have all been conquered by force and become prisoners." He sighed slightly as he spoke, with a deep sense of powerlessness in his eyes. Those once invincible forces were as vulnerable as ants under the crushing of absolute strength, not to mention their current defeated army.

Ye Chongren turned his gaze to Meng Kongchan, who also shook his head helplessly. His face was full of vicissitudes of life. This journey of escape had made this usually high-spirited Palace Master lose his former spirit. His hair was messy and stuck to his cheeks, showing his desolation.

Seeing this, Ye Chongren could only fall into deep thought, carefully calculating the remaining means at his disposal. The Great Dao Divine Cannon had already been used up, so what was his remaining trump card?

The first thing that came to his mind was the Dao Fire. He thought back to when he first entered the source of heaven. By chance, he unexpectedly obtained this mysterious gift.

At that time, he had not expected that this seemingly insignificant Dao fire would play such an important role in his future cultivation path, helping him out of difficulties many times.

Then there was the Myriad Origin Stele, a monument that belonged entirely to him and held immense significance. Not only were the Myriad Origin Patterns of ferocious beasts and other alien races collected from the outside world engraved upon it—those patterns, like ancient, mysterious runes, emanating a faint glow and containing the endless mysteries of heaven and earth—carved into it; but there were also insights and magical techniques he had cultivated over many years, each stroke imbued with his heart and soul.

This allows everyone in Honghuang City to gain insights and practice, which can be said to be twice the result with half the effort. Many young disciples have gone into seclusion under the source monument, and their strength has greatly increased after they came out, which has greatly improved the strength of Honghuang City in a short period of time.

However, Ye Chongren really couldn't think of any substantial help these two could provide in the current situation.

Although the Dao Fire is strong, it is like a candle flame against a strong wind when facing such a terrifying enemy. It may be difficult to resist. After all, it is not a magical weapon for combat. The Monument of the Origin of Ten Thousand Daos focuses on assisting cultivation. In this battlefield of life and death, how can it provide enough time for everyone to comprehend and improve.

As for his magical powers, his most powerful was probably the Samsara Sword Intent. However, he had previously proven that it could only hold its own against the woman in the red dress for a short or prolonged battle, or even be defeated. When the Samsara Sword Intent was unleashed, it felt like a portal to the underworld had been opened, a chilling chill washed over him. The flickering sword shadows seemed to reveal phantom visions of past and present lives. Even so, it was powerless against the red-dressed woman's strange tactics.

What else could he do? None of his other magical powers seemed to have any crucial effect. They were like fleeting fireworks, beautiful but powerless; or like a thin, gentle drizzle, moist but not penetrating. In this desperate situation, they couldn't stir up any waves.

Suddenly, thinking about it, Ye Chongren looked up suddenly. Oh, he still had a little fellow, lying in the Chaos Green Lotus nurtured above the Sea of ​​Divine Power.

The Chaos Azure Lotus resembled a divine object conceived at the dawn of time, its body shrouded in a mysterious and powerful aura of chaos, tightly guarding the little creature. This little creature constantly absorbed divine power, and while its current growth was unknown, it was likely that after such a long period of nurturing, it would have made some significant contributions.