"The Defense of Mondstadt City"

As they were speaking.

The Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong, wanted to summon her divine power to intercept Chen Fan.

However.

This movement instantly aggravated her internal injuries. Her complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, and she uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of purple blood, stumbling so hard she nearly collapsed.

"Chen Fan, wait!"

Hu Liena was startled to see Chen Fan rushing out and tried to stop him.

But.

How could she, a mere Soul Saint, possibly stop Chen Fan, who was at level ninety-three?

At this moment, every Title Douluo within the Spirit Empire whose soul power exceeded Chen Fan's was severely wounded, their strength reduced to less than a tenth of its peak. They were unable to stop him and could only watch helplessly as he headed toward the front lines...

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Something has happened!"

On the side of the Heaven Dou Empire, the atmosphere was utterly oppressive.

The Title Douluos, in particular, felt as though they were waiting for a death countdown.

However.

Just then.

A voice filled with surprise suddenly rang out!

This sound drew everyone's attention, and almost instantly, they all looked up in unison!

"What is it?"

It was Grand Marshal Ge Long who spoke.

He pointed outside the field, "It seems there is someone from the Spirit Empire who isn't afraid of death and wants to join the battle!"

"What!?"

"Damn, who is that? So brave?"

"Thank you to the Spirit Empire's Title Douluo for going to die for us. Rest assured, I will burn paper for you every year after you're gone!"

At this, the Title Douluos of the Heaven Dou Empire were overjoyed. One by one, they looked up, their gazes burning as they watched Chen Fan charge toward the portal!

To this.

Chen Fan showed no intention of paying them any mind.

His pace was steady, his speed immense, and he walked straight toward that deep red portal.

As Chen Fan stepped into the portal leading to the Jialing Pass battlefield.

Finally.

Yu Xiaogang, whose soul power level was lower, also witnessed this scene!

"Your Majesty, someone from the Spirit Empire is truly going to their death!"

Seeing Chen Fan walk inside with his own eyes, Xue Beng was overjoyed, even wishing he could jump for joy, "Good! Let him die! Let him go!"

However, Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, felt a faint, ominous premonition in his heart as he watched Chen Fan enter the portal.

Everyone considered this mission a certain death trap, but this man... why would he knowingly walk into the tiger's den?

"Hmph, I think the people of the Spirit Empire know that once Tang San wakes up, they're dead anyway. They're just taking a desperate gamble, hoping to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!"

Ma Hongjun curled his lips in disdain as he watched, "Otherwise, why would anyone be stupid enough to go to their death in a situation like this?"

Once he said this, those around him nodded in thoughtful agreement.

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, thinking it made sense.

In the current Spirit Empire, Qian Renxue had already shattered her godhood and was no longer worth mentioning. Even with the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong, alone, she could not stop Tang San, who possessed the coexistence of two godhoods!

Although the portal had been interrupted midway, Tang San was unharmed; he was merely unconscious.

Once he woke up, the Spirit Empire would still be a turtle in a jar.

Therefore.

It was indeed reasonable for the Spirit Empire to throw everything into a desperate gamble for survival...

Under the gaze of the masses.

Chen Fan arrived before the portal and, without the slightest hesitation, stepped inside.

Red light flickered, completely swallowing his figure.

[Countdown stopped.]

[Spirit Empire representative Chen Fan has voluntarily accepted the mission.]

[Portal closed.]

[Teyvat Continent, Mondstadt battlefield footage, real-time synchronization.]

In an instant.

As Chen Fan stepped forward, the image on the light screen rippled like water.

A magnificent city gate came into view for everyone across the entire continent.

The dark gray stone walls shimmered with a cold, hard luster under the moonlight, while the wall lamps above the archway cast a warm, yellow glow, adding a touch of softness to the heavy architecture. The stone-paved road was bleached white by the moonlight, and the lush, stunted trees by the roadside swayed gently in the evening breeze, shredding their shadows into fragments.

The streets inside the gate stretched into the distance, their hazy outlines sketching a scene of tranquility. A breeze carrying the faint scent of flowers and wheat brushed past, smoothing away the day's clamor, leaving only the soft rustle of flags in the night wind, blending the entire city into the gentle darkness.

This quiet, peaceful scene was a far cry from the "apocalyptic battlefield" the people of the Douluo Continent had imagined.

It was none other than the gates of Mondstadt!

"Click."

A crack tore open in mid-air, and Chen Fan landed steadily before the stone bridge outside the gate. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the entrance—which appeared even more realistic than the graphics in the game he knew before transmigrating—and a smile touched his lips.

He had guessed right!

It was exactly the "Defense of Mondstadt" he had envisioned!

As Chen Fan appeared on the light screen.

In the Star Luo Empire, on the outskirts of the southwest border, in a remote village called Falling Leaf Village, three figures sat in a field behind a house.

The leader was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early thirties, named Chen Yuan. He was Chen Fan's father and a former Cardinal of the Spirit Empire!

"Brother! It's Brother!"

The young girl pointed at the light screen in the sky, her face flushed with excitement, her voice trembling. "Father, Mother, look! It really is Brother!"

The two adults froze. Instead of looking at the screen immediately, they exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and terror in each other's eyes!

Because...

Everything had come true!

About five years ago.

After Chen Fan became an Elder of the Spirit Empire, he had spoken with them, insisting that the Spirit Empire was doomed to fail and urging them to retreat and live in seclusion.

Naturally, they hadn't believed him, but they eventually gave in to his persistent persuasion.

Not long after they left with their daughter, they heard the news that Chen Fan had been demoted to a logistics elder, which had shaken them to the core.

Of course.

They still found it hard to believe that the Spirit Empire would fall, and they were even inclined to believe a different explanation.

And now.

The voice that had echoed in their minds when the portal first appeared was the same one they heard now, and seeing Chen Fan enter it...

"So, is Her Majesty the Empress trying to suppress or even kill Xiao Fan?"

After exchanging a look, the same thought rose in both their minds simultaneously!

They had, of course, seen the mission to escort the twins away from Teyvat, and they knew the fate of Tang Hao!

And now, with Chen Fan appearing on this screen... did that mean Bibi Dong had pushed him into this?

Meanwhile.

On the Teyvat Continent within the light screen, outside Mondstadt.

As soon as Chen Fan landed, his gaze swept forward.

A breeze blew, and on the other side of the stone bridge, several short, grotesque black shadows were swaying, holding wooden clubs and torches. They let out incomprehensible, monstrous cries, eager to press toward the city gate.

Due to the distance, their exact forms were unclear; they appeared only as a massive, dark mass.

"Is this a legion-scale war?"

Likewise, the many soul masters watching through the light screen saw this scene, their expressions shifting in unison.

Yu Xiaogang exclaimed, "It's here!"

"This must be the well-trained, elite army from the other world, specifically used for destroying nations!"

"Look at their forms—even if they aren't gods, they are definitely on par with Titled Douluo!"

With that, Yu Xiaogang sneered, "That Chen Fan of the Spirit Empire is dead!"

"Against these elite otherworldly forces, he will surely be torn to shreds in an instant!"

If his idol, the Clear Sky Douluo, had fallen in this other world, what was a mere Titled Douluo from the Spirit Empire worth?

On the light screen.

Without a word of wasted breath, Chen Fan's soul power erupted. Nine soul rings rose from beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, and five black. The final, deep, abyss-like black soul ring suddenly ignited with a blinding, dark radiance!

"Ninth Soul Skill—Impermanence Hell!"

Chen Fan let out a low shout and slammed one hand forward.

BOOM!

The void shuddered, and black mist churned.

In an instant, hundreds upon thousands of thick, ink-black chains erupted from the void like a volley of ten thousand arrows!

The tips of the chains glinted with a frigid, icy light, carrying a terrifying momentum capable of tearing through everything as they blanketed the far side of the stone bridge.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft—!"

There wasn't even time for a scream.

The Hilichurls in the distance, still nothing more than dark shadows, didn't even catch a glimpse of Chen Fan's face before they were instantly impaled by the countless chains, turning into fly ash on the spot without a single scrap left behind!

One-hit kill!

A total screen-clear without a shred of suspense!