My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading Chapter 279 279: Final Battle (5)

Feng Fan didn't dare attempt to seize full control of the immortal array before him. Such a feat was beyond his current capabilities. Instead, he focused on a single goal—creating a small opening, just large enough for their forces to escape.

'As long as I can carve out a small hole here, with their cultivation levels, they'll be able to escape in the blink of an eye.'

But knowing what needed to be done didn't make the task any easier. Even this minor breach required imnse precision and effort, and ti was not on his side.

Above, Prince Shen Yi and the nine other Transcending Tribulation experts relentlessly assaulted Feng Fan's barrier. Their combined strikes shook the place, their spiritual qi tearing through what little remained of the once-grand plaza. What had once been an imposing stronghold was now nothing more than ruins, save for the array that still surrounded the castle's ruins.

anwhile, in the wreckage below, spheres of spiritual qi rained down on Shen Yi's forces. Yet, unlike the first ti Feng Fan attacked, they were prepared. Having adapted to Feng Fan's attacks, they skillfully evaded or blocked each strike with minimal effort. Their calm expressions revealed the brutal truth—none of the Transcending Tribulation experts were even slightly fatigued. They could continue this battle for days without breaking a sweat.

The sa couldn't be said for Dong Tao.

It had only been half an hour since he summoned Feng Fan's clone to manipulate the array and buy ti, yet his entire body was already drenched in sweat. His breath ca in ragged gasps, his spiritual qi reserves rapidly depleting. The stark contrast between them was a painful reminder of just how unbalanced this battle was.

While Dong Tao struggled to delay their death, Feng Fan remained focused, his eyes gleaming as he peered into the immortal array's internal design using his spiritual qi vision. His mind worked at a breakneck pace, dissecting its structure like an engineer solving a complex blueprint, while his hands never stopped moving.

Every motion altered a minute portion of the array's inner workings. From the outside, the immortal array remained untouched, giving their enemies no indication of what was happening beneath the surface.

'Damn it, Feng Fan cursed inwardly. If only I could see the core of this array, this would be so much easier…'

Soon, a wet cough echoed behind him, followed by the unmistakable scent of blood. Dong Tao had coughed up a mouthful, his body trembling from the strain.

Feng Fan sighed in resignation but didn't turn around. "Dong Tao, you—"

"Continue, Brother Feng!" Dong Tao cut him off, his voice firm despite his weakened state. His eyes burned with unwavering determination. "Do not look back."

He had made his choice. Whether he lived or died no longer mattered; all that mattered was completing the task.

Feng Fan t his gaze for a brief mont, reading the resolve etched in his expression. Then, without another word, he turned back to the array, pushing everything else from his mind. He closed his eyes and entered the Return to Emptiness state, silencing all distractions.

No matter what happened behind him, he would not waver.

His hands moved with supernatural precision and speed, each motion breaching another delicate layer of the immortal array. Slowly but surely, a path was forming.

A sharp intake of breath ca from within the trapped forces. "I-It's working… He's really opening a passage!" One of the Tier 8 Array Masters had finally detected the subtle distortions in the array's structure.

His face turned serious as he shouted, "Prepare to run! He won't be able to keep the passage open for long. The mont it appears, we must seize the opportunity to escape!"

There was no need to repeat himself. Every cultivator from the Black Turtle Continent understood the gravity of the situation. This was their only chance; not just to flee and live, but to prevent their holand from falling into eternal enslavent.

Failure ant more than just death; it ant condemning their continent to a fate worse than extinction.

Dong Tao could hold on no longer. Blood gushed from his seven orifices as his vision blurred, his body trembling from the overwhelming strain.

'I'm sorry, Brother Feng… Father… Mother…'

With that final thought, his strength gave out. His upper body fell backward, his eyes fluttering shut as consciousness slipped away.

The mont Dong Tao collapsed, the effects were imdiate. Without him to maintain control, Feng Fan's clone dissipated into nothingness, leaving the tier 8 array completely unguarded.

Prince Shen Yi, with his face twisted in fury, wasted no ti. "Now! Destroy it!" he roared, his bloodshot eyes blazing with rage. The humiliation he had suffered at the hands of re ants was unacceptable, and he would make them pay.

His words were the catalyst. The remaining Transcending Tribulation experts focused their combined power, their Dao figures manifesting behind them in blinding brilliance. With terrifying synchronization, they launched their attacks, converging all their might on a single point in the barrier.

A deafening crack split the air.

The once-unyielding barrier trembled violently, unable to withstand the devastating assault. Then, like glass shattering against stone, it collapsed entirely—splintering into countless fragnts before vanishing into the void.

Afraid that Feng Fan would pull yet another trick, Prince Shen Yi wasted no ti. He completely ignored Dong Tao's collapsed body, his gaze locked onto Feng Fan with murderous intent.

"With this, I, Shen Yi, will dominate this world and pave my way to the immortal realm! DIEEEE!"

His spear thrust forward, its tip shimring with condensed spiritual qi. Like a streak of divine lightning, it tore through the air, aid directly at Feng Fan's head. The air itself distorted, leaving behind a sonic boom that rippled across the ruins.

Feng Fan felt danger lunging toward him from behind, but his resolve didn't waver. Death was only inches away. Yet, he didn't turn. He didn't dodge. He didn't even flinch.

His hands moved, manipulating the intricate structures of the immortal-tier array.

'Almost there…'

He was at the brink of success.

'It's all or nothing.'