# 1314
Chapter 1315: Arriving
Leng Xuan lay on the bloodstained sand, his eyes fixed on Loki in the sky as his body slowly regenerated. His face was pale as death itself.
He took a deep breath and spat forcefully at the sky, a cold smile curling his lips:
"Trapped this long by a mere mortal… so much for the God of Mischief."
Loki's hands finished reforming. Upon hearing those words, his expression visibly froze over with cold fury.
His upper body floated in the air as he casually picked up the heavy sniper rifle from the ground. The pitch-black barrel pointed at Leng Xuan lying in a pool of blood. He spoke nonchalantly:
"The last bullet… I'll leave it for you."
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, in the distant Vast Desert, black and white energies suddenly twisted together and shot toward the clouds!
A figure stood at the center of those black and white energies, raised his hand, and made a grasping motion toward this location through the air.
"All things, disarm."
CRACK—!!
The heavy sniper rifle in Loki's hands suddenly began to shake violently. Internal components twisted on their own, and a暗金色 bullet suddenly popped out from the magazine!
The bullet fired. Even if Loki pulled the trigger now, only a dull empty click would sound from the chamber. Loki frowned and looked toward where the black and white energies surged skyward.
"That is…" Loki's eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to recall something.
At that moment, four figures descended from the sky like meteors, crashing down around Loki.
They stood at the four cardinal directions—east, south, west, north. Amid the swirling yellow sand, four pale masks—one weeping, one laughing, one angry, one sorrowful—glistened with an eerie, cold light under the sun.
The Four Special Envoys of the Oath Society!
"KILL!!" The four envoys let out a low cry simultaneously. Four Forbidden Ruins unfurled, each slashing toward Loki—whose body had only regenerated half—coming from different directions!
Loki coldly snorted. Countless strands of trickery silk scattered outward, engaging all four envoys head-on. Deafening explosions immediately drowned out the entire stone city!
The Four Special Envoys of the Oath Society, when fighting together, could match a Human Apex. Their simultaneous assault was more than enough to hold back a Loki whose body had only regenerated halfway.
Upon seeing these figures, Leng Xuan exhaled deeply. His body went limp, falling backward onto the bloodstained sand. His eyes closed slowly, a serene smile appearing on his face.
In the end… his mission was complete.
"Hey! Wake up! You can't die yet!" A voice pulled Leng Xuan's fading consciousness back.
He slowly opened his eyes to find Cao Yuan crouching beside him, lifting him onto his back and sprinting at full speed away from the battlefield.
"It's you…" Leng Xuan murmured weakly.
"There are many skilled healers in the Oath Society. Don't worry, you won't die." While soothing him, Cao Yuan ran frantically toward the nearby Oath Society members at the edge of the city. Several figures in white immediately rushed over and began treating Leng Xuan's wounds, staunching the bleeding.
Watching these people busily treat him, a smile curved Leng Xuan's lips:
"Thank you…"
"Why thank me? You're Seven Nights' friend. If we couldn't save you, Seven Nights would tear us apart." Baili Pangpang grinned. "Besides, managing to hold off Loki this long with just a mortal body… I, Baili Pangpang, am impressed!"
Cao Yuan gazed at the distant battlefield where Loki fought against the four envoys, his expression worried:
"Can the four of them really handle this? Should we go help?"
"I'll go."
A voice came from above. Everyone looked up to see An Qingyu, dressed in a bloodstained white robe, carrying a black coffin on his back, stepping through empty air as he walked toward them.
He calmly watched the distant battlefield. Removing the black coffin from his back, he set it beside Baili Pangpang and the others. He spoke earnestly:
"Cao Yuan's Black King is already on the verge of losing control, and your cultivation realm isn't high enough either. Stay here and observe for now… Watch over Jiang Er for me. I'm going to help them."
Without waiting for Baili Pangpang to say anything more, An Qingyu vanished in a flash of light, streaking toward the distant battlefield like a shooting star!
"Tch… he said my realm wasn't high enough…" Baili Pangpang stared at his retreating figure, muttering resentfully, "Just wait. Someday, he'll regret saying that…"
…
Fierce flames erupted continuously from the center of the stone city. Countless strands of trickery silk wove together, and Loki's figure vanished instantly within the firelight.
When he appeared again, he was already standing behind the smiling envoy. His pale hand lightly patted the envoy's back, and a cloud of blood mist exploded outward!
The smiling envoy grunted, his body flying backward.
"Ghost Binding."
An Qingyu descended through the air, his hands forming seals as he slowly intoned two words.
The next instant, chilling winds howled. Countless ghosts materialized around Loki, frantically gnawing at his body. Their spirits intertwined and overlapped, forming a massive net that死死禁锢 him in place.
Loki didn't bother trying to break free. He looked up at An Qingyu's grey eyes, one eyebrow raised, as if somewhat surprised.
"Your aura…"
Before he could finish, two envoys appeared凭空 on either side of him. A pale blue glazed long blade and a streak of crimson light tore through the sandstorm, striking respectively at his neck and heart!
"With just you people, you cannot defeat me." Loki sneered upon seeing this. "Bring Si Xiaonan instead."
A flash of "trickery" appeared before Loki. His figure twisted strangely and instantly swapped places with a man wearing an angry mask. His true body flashed to several kilometers away in the sky.
The two envoys, seeing this, immediately altered their weapons' trajectories, cutting past the angry-masked envoy's vital points. Their backs were soaked with cold sweat.
Position swap?
"Loki can use 'Trickery' to continuously deceive history and rewrite reality. With just us few humans who haven't reached the apex, there's no way we can win!"
An Qingyu thought to himself.
Just then, as if sensing something, he was about to act when a black shadow slowly materialized behind him.
His pupils constricted. His body lunged forward violently. The blade's tip slashed across his back, easily tearing open a bloody wound. Had his speed been even slightly slower, that strike would have taken his head.
An Qingyu turned to look back. Another Loki stood there behind him, short sword in hand, a cold smile on his face.
Just then, An Qingyu felt his vision blur. The wound on his back… actually healed on its own…
And beside him, a figure had inexplicably appeared.
"Be careful. That Loki in the sky is fake—it's his visual 'Trickery'." Si Xiaonan stared fixedly at the Loki gripping the short sword, speaking calmly:
"That blade is poisoned. I used 'Trickery' to rewrite the history of your injury, so there's no major problem for now."
An Qingyu hesitated for a moment. "Actually, even if the blade was poisoned, I wouldn't be afraid… Do you have confidence?"
Si Xiaonan gazed at the distant Loki and nodded:
"I do."