Zhang Qi did not continue dwelling on that overly coincidental sense of arrangement.
Whether it was a script or a trap, the board had already been laid out and the pieces had already fallen into place. What they needed to do now was not ponder the intentions of the one moving the pieces, but overturn the entire board.
He withdrew the clear radiance of the Haotian Mirror, which had resembled a bright moon. Its surface became dull and gray once more, like a cheap three-yuan compact mirror from a roadside stall.
They had the information provided by the Investiture of the Gods.
They had the Haotian Mirror's insight, capable of stripping away all falsehood and disguise.
And the River Chart and Luo Script were running billions of exhaustive calculations in the background, deducing the structure and weak points of that sea-of-blood dimension.
Blood Demon Youquan's lair—the Blood Cave hidden beyond the dimension of reality—held no secrets in his eyes now.
"The target's location has been locked on. We can set out."
Zhang Qi took a deep breath, then looked at the others.
"Finally, we're getting started! I've been waiting forever!"
Zheng Zha rubbed his hands together, slung the Tiger Soul saber over his shoulder, and grinned, flashing a row of white teeth.
He could not wait to win back his pride—
The others nodded as well. The situation was already perfectly clear.
Luo Yinglong and Song Que nodded too, preparing for this final battle.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhang Qi nodded as well.
Then he turned around and extended a hand, his palm facing the void ahead.
Yin-Yang, the Five Elements, and the Eight Trigrams began to revolve—
Then the entire space began to distort.
It was not being torn apart, nor was a hole being opened in it.
This was