I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense Chapter 1384: 1385: Victory, Triumphant Return!

Chapter 1384: Chapter 1385: Victory, Triumphant Return!

Outside the crack, Zhang Liancheng’s figure erged. With just Beichen Feng alone, it would be impossible to deceive the Spider Lady so effortlessly. He had been aiding in the shadows all along, and when that mysterious white power surged around Xiao Lao Di, he promptly stole a bit of energy attached to the Blinding Technique. With that power serving as a shield, even the Spider Lady couldn’t instantly detect anything amiss.

Moreover, there was constant interference, gradually plunging her into an Illusionary Realm. When she realized the truth, the ti left was scarce, and even the Immortal Gods would be disoriented, unable to focus on other matters—let alone detect the small cultivator hiding deep within the void since the beginning.

“It’s ti for to act. So many have died, and if we still fail to take down at least one Immortal God, I would be utterly disgraced!”

Zhang Liancheng lightly caressed the Dragon Head Cane in his hand and casually tossed it toward the Sword Sect’s terrain. From his Dantian, rays of multicolored light burst forth, scattering countless resources like raindrops. These treasures were for the younger generation—they shouldn’t accompany him to the grave.

“That lad seems to have delivered a spark to the upper realm. His contribution is noteworthy!”

“Great Teleportation!”

Zhang Liancheng muttered softly to himself as he detonated his own power. There was no horrifying aura, no dazzling visual effects—just an unassuming and simple disappearance into the void, as though he had never existed in this world.

In the next mont, beyond the crack in the Central Origin Realm, a slender figure reappeared.

Seeing the shifting stars and distorted landscape before her, the smile on the Spider Lady’s face froze. She had risked everything, hurtling forward with reckless abandon—only to find herself back at the starting point!

“That old bastard!”

“Spatial displacent?! Such a low-level, childish trick actually brought back!”

With a piercing shriek, the Spider Lady lunged madly toward the fissure in the sky once again. The crack was now the size of a fingernail—if she could reach that place, victory would still be hers!

But fate was cruel. In the blink of an eye, the fissure closed entirely, and the heavens returned to their original state. Everything was as it had been before.

“Impossible!”

“It must still be here! Let go back!”

“Chen, assist !”

The Spider Lady let out an enraged roar, her voice trembling with fear. Gone was her earlier composure; she was now gripped by panic, as though she foresaw the imminent arrival of sothing truly terrifying!

Eight spider spears burst forth from her body, frantically shattering the void. Despite knowing it was futile, her survival instincts compelled her to try to reopen the fissure.

“The Transmigration Ladder—it should still lead up!”

The Spider Lady bolted in the direction of the Western Continent. The Immortal Gods did not belong to this realm; staying here forcefully would bring imnse calamity. She was racing against ti.

But her hope was short-lived. Just when the shadow of the gray staircase appeared before her eyes, her body abruptly trembled as if frozen in place. Imdiately after, her limbs began to disintegrate, collapsing into dust. This was not any ordinary force; it was the judgnt of the Heavenly Dao. The Central Origin Realm could not permit cultivators with Saint Realm-level power or higher to exist—those who defied this law faced obliteration.

“No, no, no! I’m a cultivator of the Spider Emperor Lineage! Give more ti—I swear I’ll leave!”

Staring at her own crumbling limbs, the Spider Lady was overco with terror. No one responded to her pleas; everything remained serene and indifferent. Within the span of one breath, she was reduced to a floating head.

“I… I refuse to accept this fate!”

Her consciousness began to fade, and faintly, she seed to hear a mocking, elderly voice: “Within the Central Origin Realm, there’s nothing I can’t displace…”

And with that, her awareness dissipated. Her head turned to ash and vanished into the heavens and earth.

…

All returned to silence.

The peak forces of the Central Origin Realm had perished in their entirety. To have killed an Immortal God—this was a triumph capable of shaking the annals of history. Yet within the Central Origin Realm, not a single cultivator dared to surface and survey the battlefield.

All the top experts from the various Super Sect factions had retreated underground with their sect disciples, layering countless formations to safeguard themselves. They waited anxiously, tornted by the passing of ti.

None of them dared to erge or even use their Divine Souls to inspect the situation, fearing that any trace of power might be detected by the Immortal Gods, bringing about their total annihilation. They sealed their own cultivation levels, shrinking into re mortals in hidden corners.

Second by second, ti crawled by. The horrifying aura outside that gripped everyone’s hearts remained absent for a long ti; no dramatic signs of destruction unfolded. It seed peaceful.

“What’s happening outside? Soone send soone to check!”

Deep underground, a Sect Master of Saint Realm muttered softly.

“Who’s going?”

“Anyone who goes will be walking to their death!”

“Let’s lay low for now. I reckon the chances of survival are slim—Xiao Lao Di’s aura can no longer be sensed!”

“Just as I said before, at least one had to die. If more perished, then perhaps only one will survive!”

The Saint Realm powerhouses whispered among themselves, yet no one dared to step forward.

“Isn’t the Sword Sect’s Sect Master and Lady Li on watch outside? If there’s any activity, they’ll send a signal to inform us; there’s no need for us to speculate blindly!”

“But if the Immortal Gods truly beca enraged, they might not have survived. Whether they’re alive or dead now is still a huge question!”

“Then let’s hide for another day and observe the situation?”

“Good!”

“Excellent!”

…

At the Sword Sect, atop the Second Peak.

Long Xue and Ying Diao stood with one hundred children, staring fixedly at the heavens. The sect disciples had been driven underground as well, protected under the care of the various Super Sect powerhouses.

Soone had to monitor the battlefield. Across the entire Central Origin Realm, who else but them could witness the aftermath of Li Xiaobai’s battle? They saw every mont of the Immortal God encounter clearly and thoroughly.

“My husband has fallen!”

Long Xue was stunned. She had always believed Li Xiaobai could create a miracle, overturning adversity—but instead, his fate turned out no different from others. With just a single strike, he perished beneath the Immortal God’s palm.

“They’re all dead!”

“Li Xiaobai, Xiao Lao Di, Yitilou, Yan Zuzi, Zhang Liancheng, Beichen Feng, Ergouzi, Ji Wuqing, and Elder Tianwu—they sacrificed themselves to take down an Immortal God!”

“This is our victory in the Central Origin Realm. They are heroes, worthy of rembrance for generations. Collect yourself, strike the drums, and prepare to sweep the battlefield. We march to triumph!”

Ying Diao’s expression was resolute as he placed a hand on Long Xue’s shoulder, sending a calming energy to steady her emotions.

“From today onwards, I will recede into the shadows. The Sword Sect shall be renad the Villain’s Guild. You will be the Second Gang Leader!”

“Understood!”

Long Xue nodded. She suppressed all sorrow within her heart as her inner power surged. Now was the ti to establish the image of victors—not to spread negativity among the people of the Central Origin Realm.

“Eee yah yah!”

Behind them, ninety-nine children sat around the Money Tree. With innocent yet determined expressions, they nodded as if they understood.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Long Xue struck the war drums. Deep, ancient tones reverberated from the Sword Sect’s mountaintop, echoing across the entire Central Origin Realm.

Ying Diao took a deep breath, his Saint Realm cultivation erupting fully as he roared toward the heavens: “I, Ying Diao, Gang Leader of the Villain’s Guild, announce that Li Xiaobai and the brave warriors have slain an Immortal God within the Central Origin Realm! All cultivators of the realm—join in clearing the battlefield. Victory is ours, we shall return triumphant!”