His thoughts moved like light and lightning in that instant. Almost instinctively, he judged the shell's point of impact, the time of the explosion, its blast radius—and his own escape route.
Indeed, fortune could not interfere with the material world, but it could affect the mind, and through the mind indirectly influence the body, allowing one to perform beyond one's limits.
Such an eruption of potential naturally could not last long. Yet many times, at a critical moment, a single difference in thought and the slightest disparity in physical ability were enough to decide life and death.
Qiao Jiang was in precisely such a situation.
Now that Zhao Cheng had cultivated great divine powers and stood against him, Qiao Jiang's mind was naturally suppressed, his willpower weakened. In that instant just now, he had even resolved himself to die.
But under the influence of fortune, that suppression was shattered. More than that, in his bid to escape this predicament, Qiao Jiang's mental state rebounded straight from rock bottom. Like a spring—the harder it was compressed, the higher it sprang back.
Of course, this was also because Qiao Jiang's fortune ran deep. Following the original course of history, Qiao Jiang would later join Cao Zheng and surpass even the super-first-rate generals, becoming half a divine general. His lifetime of military achievements would be illustrious, and his loyalty unwavering.
Yet even such profound fortune had to be consumed by two-thirds upon encountering Zhao Cheng, merely to break free from the cage for a moment. This showed just how terrifying Zhao Cheng's current power had become.
In that flash of lightning and stone-spark, Qiao Jiang leapt from the top of the city wall without the slightest hesitation, his body plunging straight down at high speed.
Then the gate tower above his head exploded.