The Time Has Come

Bai Yang and the Half-Dragon Black-Line Snake both moved at the speed of a mid-level War God.

In the blink of an eye, they had already circled the sewage plant countless times.

He had long since taken in everything around him.

That Black-Line Snake was definitely not the one Luo Feng had encountered. Though its strength was greater, the number of its heads was perfectly normal.

From his observations along the way, none of its underlings seemed to include that peculiar two-headed variant either.

His earlier worries about possibly disrupting the plot were completely unfounded. He could go all out and raise hell.

Thanks to the "joint efforts" of the man and the snake, quite a few of the smaller snakes in the nest had already died.

Most of them had been crushed to death by their own leader, charging around recklessly without care.

After all this time, the Half-Dragon had finally calmed down a bit and stopped its brute-force approach.

Bai Yang estimated there were still over three hundred smaller snakes left, including plenty of powerful monsters at the high-level War General rank.

His situation hadn't actually improved much. If he slowed down even slightly now, he could be swallowed up by countless snake monsters.

But his footwork had truly reached an extraordinary level—he almost never made a mistake.

If any ordinary so-called "Perfect-level" or "Conception-level" expert were in his place, they'd probably have lost their lives long ago.

Lord-level monsters with War God-tier strength possessed considerable intelligence.

After all that time, the Half-Dragon finally sensed something was off.

This human in front of it could have escaped long ago—why was he stalling?

Did he have some other goal?

Breaking its venomous fangs was infuriating, but that wasn't something irreplaceable.

At this point, the Half-Dragon had begun to grow suspicious, weighing whether it was worth continuing this stalemate.

Seeing its demeanor, Bai Yang couldn't help feeling anxious inside.

This beast seemed to want to retreat!

Once it got away, it would probably hide and never come out again, impossible to lure back.

Was such a rare opportunity really going to slip through his fingers?

Just then, a message suddenly came through the Mental Network:

"Master! I found it! Head northwest quickly! About a minute away!"

Bai Yang's heart surged with joy. The Blood Brake Squad really came through!

He instantly shifted his footwork direction and charged toward the sewage plant's outer wall!

As if he were suddenly trying to break out and escape!

The entire sewage plant, trampled over and over by them, had long since become fragile beyond recognition.

How could it withstand his collision now?

Like a cannonball, Bai Yang blasted through the wall with a thunderous boom and shot off into the distance.

The front wall on one side of the sewage plant, struck by his impact, instantly collapsed halfway, revealing the interior.

The Half-Dragon, which had already been considering giving up, instinctively gave chase at the sight.

This human was done for! He had been bluffing all along!

Man and snake raced northwest, one fleeing and one pursuing. Bai Yang kept his speed in check, making sure not to lose it.

A little over a minute later, they arrived at an open field in the wilderness.

Bai Yang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The Half-Dragon caught up in an instant, simultaneously ordering its minions to surround the entire area.

This human had sealed his own doom!

In such an open space, as long as the snake swarm rushed in all at once, no matter how good his footwork was, it would be useless. Footwork wasn't omnipotent after all.

Bai Yang paid little attention to the snakes steadily gathering around him.

He began executing the sword techniques of Mist Sword on his own. The Half-Dragon lunged at him several times, but he merely dodged slightly, with no intention of counterattacking.

The Half-Dragon was puzzled, but its intelligence couldn't figure out why.

Not far away, An Zhengxin was holding a telescope, gazing at the sky above the square.

A faint, platinum-white beam of light was slowly rising there.

It turned out that Bai Yang's sword techniques could already freely control where the Platinum Sword Mark formed.

On the surface, he seemed to still be entangled with the snake swarm, but in truth, he was using his sword techniques to stack a platinum-white pillar dozens of meters above the square.

That beam of light was so faint that the beasts on the ground couldn't see it clearly.

But for the sky's overlords—those flying-type monsters—it was simply too conspicuous.

The Blood Brake Squad had racked their brains and paid no small price to finally locate a flock of flying monsters and lure them not far away.

Everything else now depended on their master's execution.

"Boom!"

The Half-Dragon suddenly whipped its tail, the massive serpentine appendage slamming into Bai Yang and sending him flying far off.

This was already the third time he'd been hit.

To carry out his plan, he had to execute Mist Sword.

His footwork naturally couldn't remain as fluid as before; getting struck and injured was unavoidable.

And the Half-Dragon wasn't stupid either—without enough bait over this long stretch, why would it obediently wait here?

Fortunately, time wouldn't last much longer.

By now, the white-gold pillar of light in the sky had risen over a kilometer high.

The flying monsters from the plan should have already spotted it.

As the rulers of the air, when had they ever seen anything like this?

They'd most likely choose to come check it out—and once they did, if they still retained their original instincts, how could they resist such thick, delicious-looking snakes?

The Black-Line Snake group had been hiding in the underground pipes of the sewage plant before, not just because they naturally loved damp environments.

Wasn't there also some intention to avoid these tyrants of Magic City?

Bai Yang's current condition was still manageable. With every collision, his injuries piled up, but thanks to the 9-series (S-grade) combat suit Mount Hua had given him, he could withstand most of the damage—only some minor internal shocks to his organs.

His constitution was very special; he could hold out for a long time.

But what he feared was a miscalculation—if he ended up unable to break free, things would get difficult.

The Blood Brake Squad had paid a heavy price just now to help him find the flying monsters.

Several of them were badly injured. He had to finish this as quickly as possible so he could rush back and stabilize their wounds.

His time wasn't really that abundant!

Anxiety simmered in his heart, yet the sword technique in his hands remained steady.

The white-gold pillar of light continued to hold firm.

Suddenly, a tremor ran through him.

He sensed a distinct change in the flow of the surrounding air—could they be here?

Joy surged in Bai Yang's heart. He abruptly used his footwork to retreat, widening the distance from the Half-Dragon, and glanced up at the sky.

With his terrifying eyesight, sure enough, dozens of dim gray shadows appeared among the clouds.

The moment had finally come!

He let out a sigh—pity that this kind of thing could probably only be done once.

Such a satisfying opportunity wouldn't come again.

The Half-Dragon Black-Line Snake saw him suddenly stop moving. Though it didn't understand why, why would it let that go?

It lunged at him!

Bai Yang couldn't be bothered to dodge. He raised both palms upward, as if holding the creature in a virtual grip, then abruptly thrust upward!

"Rise!"

The Half-Dragon Black-Line Snake was already charging from the ground. Suddenly caught by this immense psychokinetic lift, it was hurled toward the sky!

Bai Yang instantly slipped beneath it, channeled all his strength, and struck upward!

Giving it a fierce boost!