The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 1749 - 1745 Countermeasures

"Stop!"

Outside the altar, a red shadow flickered, and Su Zhen’s figure emerged, her face filled with fury and shock as she saw the violently quaking red light curtain. She dashed forward with all her strength, trailing illusions behind her.

Master Yan and Bai Xiaotian’s faces sank with alarm upon witnessing the scene.

Shen Luo had promised earlier to hold off Su Zhen. Now that this demon had appeared here, could it mean Shen Luo had fallen?

Both of them had personally experienced Su Zhen’s power before and dared not be reckless. They immediately abandoned the red light curtain and rushed toward Su Zhen.

At that very moment, a flash of lightning flickered before them, and the void resounded with dense bursts of crackling. Shen Luo’s figure suddenly materialized out of thin air.

"I told you I’d stop her, and I will! You don’t need to intervene—destroy that Ancestral Spirit Statue as quickly as possible!" he shouted, shaking the War God Whip and the Profound Yellow Staff in his hands.

The air thundered continuously as mountainous golden and black afterimages of the staff appeared in the void, surging toward Su Zhen with earthshaking momentum.

Before the staff’s shadows even approached, the suffocating, overwhelming force warped and hummed through the void as if carrying the might to split heaven and earth.

Blocked by Shen Luo once more, Su Zhen was consumed with the urge to flay him alive. But facing the encroaching staff shadows, she could only halt her advance. She raised her silver rod to meet the staff’s shadows in mid-air, while the nine fox tails behind her spiraled upward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of deafening explosions erupted. Golden, black, silver, and red lights clashed chaotically like four titanic beasts locked in battle. Waves of explosive energy rippled outward in all directions, instantly forming towering white hurricanes that shot into the sky.

The nearby void quivered wildly, riddled with pitch-black cracks.

Master Yan and Bai Xiaotian were stunned by the sight and immediately lunged toward the Ancestral Spirit Statue.

The Divine Craftsman Cannon had already been reloaded with armor crystals. Master Yan stationed himself not far from the statue, and streaks of Divine Soul Crystal Threads shot out from the center of his brow. The Spirit Patterns on the cannon flared once more, and a thick beam of white light blasted toward the red curtain, vanishing in the blink of an eye as it struck.

Bai Xiaotian’s eyes glimmered like starlight as he soared gracefully into the air, heading straight for the altar.

Facing the dense barrage of red light hurtling toward him, he maneuvered with an astonishing agility, darting through the void like a Rain Swallow, evading every strike. In a flash, he reached the altar’s formation.

"A Thousand Stars Shining, break it for me!" Bai Xiaotian roared.

He swung his folding fan sharply, unleashing a torrent of starlight from the Starry Fan. It was as if countless tiny meteors surged out from the swirling vortex on the fan’s surface, relentlessly battering the red light curtain.

Already significantly damaged by the Divine Craftsman Cannon, the barrier of red prohibition could no longer withstand this bombardment. With a series of explosions, it shattered into pieces.

A massive red glow erupted around the altar, transforming into a pulsating wave of energy that forced Bai Xiaotian and Master Yan backward.

"Well done! Quickly, destroy the statue!" Shen Luo, sensing the situation at the altar, was overjoyed and shouted encouragingly.

Su Zhen was struck dumb by what she witnessed, her face contorting in shock and anger.

"How dare you!" she roared furiously, turning toward the Ancestral Spirit Statue and taking a deep inhale.

A surge of visible emotions poured forth from the statue, rushing into Su Zhen’s body. Her red radiance intensified dramatically, and her form swelled to several times her size, transforming into a towering half-human, half-fox beast over hundreds of feet tall.

However, her eyes dimmed into a dark, blood-red hue, filled with madness, eerily reminiscent of Tu Shanxue earlier.

With a thunderous swing of her massive claws, Su Zhen aimed at Bai Xiaotian and Master Yan.

Even before the claws reached them, the crushing presence of an overwhelming force, as if it could obliterate Qingqiu Mountain, descended upon them. Both Master Yan and Bai Xiaotian coughed blood, collapsing to the ground. Their armor and magical treasures were also pinned beneath the oppressive force, immobilized completely.

Yet in the void beside the Ancestral Spirit Statue, a flash of spiritual light revealed Shen Luo once more. The War God Whip turned into a black shadow, mercilessly lashing toward the statue.

Su Zhen showed no response to this—there was even a faint smile on her lips as she silently chanted some incantations.

Catching this from the corner of his eye, Shen Luo didn’t hesitate. The War God Whip continued its fierce descent.

But just as the whip was about to strike the statue, its two tiny eyes suddenly flared with dazzling green light.

In that instant, Shen Luo’s eyes glazed over with a foggy green shimmer, his body freezing mid-motion.

"Brother Shen..." Bai Xiaotian struggled to lift his head, shouting hoarsely.

But Shen Luo didn’t react; he stood immobilized, the War God Whip paused in its mid-swing.

Realizing what had happened, Bai Xiaotian immediately understood. "Brother Shen has fallen prey to her illusion technique!"

"Brother Shen, wake up!" Master Yan, on the other side, also grasped Shen Luo’s plight. He activated Tianji City’s Soul-shaking Divine Technique, blending divine soul vibrations into a roar to snap Shen Luo out of it.

But this normally effective measure against mind-control spells yielded no results this time.

"Shen Luo has fallen victim to my Qingqiu Clan’s Heaven Confounding Pupil Technique, powered by the Fox Ancestor’s strength! At such close range, even a Heavenly Venerate cannot escape its effects! And you think your paltry soul-shaking methods can wake him?" Su Zhen laughed uproariously, releasing her pent-up frustration in a torrent of smug satisfaction.

As she laughed, her hands clawed the air, summoning looming red phantom claws that surrounded Bai Xiaotian and Master Yan, trapping them and lifting them into the air.

Despite their desperate struggles, the duo found themselves as powerless as ants trying to shake a towering tree, unable to break free.

"You’ve made me go through all this trouble, even resorting to the Heaven Confounding Pupil Technique. Letting you die like this is far too generous! Die!" Su Zhen scowled viciously at Shen Luo, letting loose an enraged growl before spitting out a silver light.

The silver rod shot out like a bolt of lightning, piercing through Shen Luo’s chest with a sickening squelch, leaving a bloody hole.

"Brother Shen!" Bai Xiaotian and Master Yan’s faces turned ashen with horror.

However, Shen Luo’s body flickered with blue light and dissolved with a splash into a shimmering pool of water, dispersing into the air.

Almost simultaneously, the void beside the Ancestral Spirit Statue rippled, and a golden staff emerged, striking the statue with immense force.

With a resounding "boom," the statue shattered into countless fragments, which scattered in all directions.

Su Zhen’s expression changed dramatically, stunned beyond belief. She froze, unable to stop what had already unfolded.

"I was already struck by one illusion when I first approached this statue. Do you think I’d fall for it a second time without preparation?" Shen Luo’s figure emerged from behind the golden staff, a cold smile curling on his lips.

Realizing the deception, Su Zhen’s rage boiled over, but before she could act, the red glow around her body started to flicker erratically.

Her face turned to one of sheer terror. She immediately sat cross-legged, forming intricate seals with her hands, desperately deploying some divine ability, paying no attention to Bai Xiaotian and Master Yan.

The red claw shadows binding Bai Xiaotian and Master Yan dissolved. Free at last, they staggered away from Su Zhen, retreating to safety.

At this moment, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

From beneath the Ancestral Spirit Statue, a surge of crimson, blood-like light erupted, splitting into countless fine threads that wrapped around the shattered fragments of the statue, pulling them back together.

The shards flew back to their original positions, reassembling the statue in an instant. Though it was riddled with cracks and appeared unstable, it stood tall once more.