Dreamlike Calculation

Heavenly timing, geographical advantage, and popular support.

Fighting on his own turf naturally gave him the advantage of terrain.

Spirit Mountain was rich in spiritual energy and had all kinds of formations that gathered it. As the chief of Spirit Mountain, Meng Wuhen could activate the formations to absorb spiritual energy, greatly increasing his strength and borrowing force to strike force.

Like all rivers run into the sea, Meng Wuhen absorbed the vast spiritual energy and attacked Fan Lang once more. He took out a flying dagger and poured power into it, causing eighteen Dao seals to appear on its surface.

Whoosh!

The flying dagger tore through the air, its Dao seals poised to erupt. Every one of them was an offensive Dao seal, equivalent to eighteen heavy bombs. Once detonated, their power would be immense.

Fan Lang himself had no free hands. He remained seated where he was and split off a Mystic Power clone to fight. The clone looked exactly like him.

The Mystic Power clone suddenly sprang into action, transforming into Three Heads Six Arms. Two hands gripped sabers, two held swords, and two were empty. He thrust his empty hands forward, and a Space Gate appeared out of thin air before him.

The incoming flying dagger shot into the Space Gate and vanished without a trace.

"My flying dagger!" Meng Wuhen was startled.

"Don't worry. I won't steal your worthless junk. I'll return the dagger to you right away." Fan Lang himself chuckled.

He truly did just that.

Another Space Gate appeared halfway up Mystic Void Peak. The flying dagger that had been taken away flew out through the gate and stabbed into the mountainside.

Rumble!

The flying dagger plunged into the mountain, and the eighteen Dao seals on it exploded at the same time, blasting