# 1450
Chapter 1451: National Fortune Victory
Just as fear gripped his heart, that shadow meteor turned in mid-air and flew back toward him.
The Indian Chief God felt his mind go blank. Without a word, he turned and fled, his divine power pushed to its absolute limit. In the span of a breath, he had already appeared dozens of kilometers away.
The shadow meteor was about to pursue, but the portal behind it had begun to flicker and dim.
Lin Qiye watched this, anxiously muttering to himself:
"Don't chase him... Eliminating the beast tide is what matters most!"
This shadow meteor was probably the "anomaly beyond comprehension" described in the forbidden spell. Lin Qiye didn't know if it could catch up to a Chief God, but he knew that the portal he had sacrificed to construct was about to collapse.
He had activated [Whispers of the Dark Wasteland] to eliminate the beast tide and relieve the pressure on Chennan Pass. If it wasted time chasing the Chief God, it would be squandering an opportunity.
As if hearing Lin Qiye's voice, the shadow meteor hesitated for a moment before adjusting its course, directly flying toward the surrounding beast horde!
As the shadow meteor approached, the bodies of these beasts vanished as if erased by an invisible eraser, disappearing at an alarming rate. No matter their size, whether Divine Beast or "Klein" beast, none seemed to matter before this meteor. Wherever it passed, even the densest beast tide current would be wiped clean, leaving a blank streak behind.
After roughly three or four seconds, the red portal in the sky flickered subtly and began to visibly dissipate.
This shadow meteor seemed to be pulled by some force, quickly flying out of the beast horde. At the moment the portal was about to vanish, it charged in.
With the disappearance of both the portal and the shadow meteor, the sky fell silent once more. The panicked beast horde finally returned to normal, but their numbers had shrunk considerably.
The shadow meteor's erasure speed was too fast—even Lin Qiye couldn't count exactly how many giant beasts it had killed, but a rough estimate put it at over eighty, including numerous Divine Beasts and two Indian Lesser Gods.
The soldiers at Chennan Pass couldn't help but gasp!
What had Lin Qiye created?!
They had only seen a meteor flying through the air, and then the Indian gods and beast tide had disappeared one after another... The beast tide pressure at Chennan Pass front had drastically decreased. Looking out across the horde, one couldn't even find a Divine Beast anymore.
Not only them—Lin Qiye himself was deeply shaken.
He had expected [Whispers of the Dark Wasteland] to be powerful, but he never imagined it would directly erase two Lesser Gods in one go, sweeping through a vast swath of the beast tide in just three or four seconds... If given another ten seconds or so, the battle would have already been reversed.
Unfortunately, he couldn't use [Whispers of the Dark Wasteland] again in the short term. First, because all the national fortune golden dragons had been consumed, and second, because he feared that the existence behind that portal might truly descend into this world.
If he had still had some doubts before, after personally using [Whispers of the Dark Wasteland], he was now certain that everything Merlin had said was true.
In the instant the portal took shape and the sighing sound appeared, he had heard a whisper, transmitted from beyond the portal into his ear:
"Still a little more... Just a bit more perfect... then I can cross over..."
The main body hadn't entered this world—merely sent out a shadow meteor, yet in mere seconds it had caused such terrifying casualties. If its true form had descended, how much more terrifying would that have been?
Lin Qiye made a firm decision to seal away [Whispers of the Dark Wasteland] for now, and turned his gaze to the battlefield before him.
Three consecutive forbidden spells had been released, continuously extending Chennan Pass's survival time under the beast tide. Based on the current situation, they should be able to hold out for a few more minutes.
Just as Lin Qiye was about to grab Ame-no-Murakumo and charge into battle, his body trembled slightly.
It was as if he sensed something. He looked down at his wrist, where the last wisp of national fortune qi wrapped around it was shaking violently, like a bird leaping for joy.
The other [Night Watch] squad members noticed this too, confusion flickering in their eyes.
"There's a change in Great Xia's national fortune..." Lin Qiye murmured.
"It seems the national fortune battle has reached its verdict?"
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India.
In the churning mist, remnants of fortune fell from the sky like golden meteorites.
Among the scattered fragments of Buddhist statues filling the heavens, a bloodied figure pulled a spear from within half a Buddha's head. The spear shaft hummed and trembled.
The battered armor slowly straightened. Huo Qubing beneath the armor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his sharp eyes clearly reflecting the collapsed and shattered Indian national fortune pillar.
The national fortune pillar that had once been sufficient to prop up the heavens had already crumbled by half. Behind him, Great Xia's national fortune golden dragon, though somewhat diminished in size, still radiated a terrifying aura. Surging fortune devoured the scattered Buddhist statue fragments in the sky, continuously healing its wounds.
"Cough cough cough... These Indian gods had prepared so many Buddhist statues. If we hadn't hidden some tricks ourselves, we might really have taken a tumble here."
Li Kengqiang stumbled out of the ruins, his flowery shirt already torn and ragged, his frog-shaped sunglasses lost somewhere unknown. The man looked like a beggar—utterly disheveled.
"This time, we shattered nearly sixty percent of their national fortune in one go... That counts as a great victory, right?" Wang Qing walked slowly to stand behind Huo Qubing, carrying a long whip, and asked.
Huo Qubing gazed at the shattered national fortune pillar and replied calmly:
"Fortune is ethereal, accumulating bit by bit. Under normal circumstances it might not matter, but now, during divine warfare between nations, weak fortune leads to failed battles. We've cut fifty-five percent of India's national fortune... This is indeed a great victory!"
Hearing these words, the other heroic spirits felt relief in their eyes.
"Next, it's up to the Heavenly Lord." Tang Yusheng turned to look at the distant sky, where an ancient, solemn temple and a grand celestial court stood facing each other across the clouds.
Roaring explosions echoed from within the temple as both divine kingdoms trembled. Cracks spread across the temple's surface, the two Supreme Gods' auras mingling with their divine kingdom origins, constantly colliding!
Inside the temple, Yuanshi Tianzun grasped the source of the Heavenly Court. Golden flowers bloomed in the void, turning the surrounding space into a golden sea.
"Your national fortune battle is lost. The Indian gods shall not achieve their aims this day." Sensing the change in national fortune, Yuanshi Tianzun's lips curved into a faint smile.
Mid-air, Four-Faced Brahma sat upon a lotus. The eyes in his three faces trembled almost imperceptibly.
The divine statue's expression twisted savagely. Three low roars merged together, sounding like thunder. The lotus beneath him shuddered violently!
"DESTROY...!!"