Published: February 12, 2025
"Grand President, Ye Zhongming is temporarily blind; this is the best opportunity to kill him. My people, my beasts, have already been sent over. Shouldn't you also contribute a bit?"
The director of the divine hall suddenly said to the fat man beside him.
All the experts under him, except for Dr. Ziche, had been dispatched, but the zero commerce association only had a Blue Serpent Sacred Seat and Sister Bo on the battlefield.
The Grand President laughed heartily, "Of course, of course. I don't have the solid foundation that you, the director, possess. My subordinates are all a bunch of good-for-nothings, but I do have a way to help everyone."
Saying this, he took out a stone sculpture of a landscape from his pocket. Surprisingly, it had a continuous flow of water, and in the fist-sized mini pond, there were a few smaller fish swimming.
The director looked at this object, not understanding what it was.
"Everlasting Water and Mountain Realm," the Grand President explained. "It doesn't have any major effect; it's just a large-scale confinement-type equipment with a time limit. Director, after I use it, the area including our location will be encompassed like the battlefield where Ye Zhongming is, for one hour. Unless an attack-type equipment of a level higher than the Everlasting Water and Mountain Realm is activated, it cannot be broken."
The director grew interested and wanted to ask why he hadn't used it before, but he realized this thing had no offensive power, and if there weren't many fighters on their side within the range, it wouldn't be of much use, so he stopped pursuing that question.
"What level is it?"
Faced with this question, the Grand President smiled proudly, the exquisite stone sculpture in his hand shining with a faint purple light.
"Purple Gear?!" The director of the divine hall exclaimed in surprise.
This type of equipment belongs to a special category; not only is it precious, but its levels are generally not high, yet he didn't expect this one to reach the purple level.
"Does that mean..."
"Yes," the Grand President raised his eyebrows, "to break the Everlasting Water and Mountain Realm, only seven-colored level equipment can do it, and it must be a seven-colored level weapon! I don't believe Ye Zhongming has one!"
"What about the range?"
If the director previously had only an eighty percent assurance of killing Ye Zhongming, now he had complete confidence.
The Grand President was also clear, pulling out a map, checking his location, then looking at the scale, and roughly drawing out an area.
The director compared it with his own arrangements in his mind and nodded, "Although it doesn't completely encompass it, it works!"
The Grand President nodded with a smile, then bit his other hand, letting two drops of blood fall into the stone sculpture's pond. The whole stone sculpture then floated up, spinning into the air, gradually enlarging until it grew as large as a mountain peak. At a certain moment, the mountain peak suddenly disappeared as if it had never existed.
But whether it was the director or the Blue Serpent Sacred Seat using the eye of the earth, they both felt that something around them had changed.
"Good stuff!" the director couldn't help but praise.
"Unfortunately, it can only be used twice," the Grand President said regretfully.
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Ye Zhongming felt it too.
It is said that when humans lose their vision, their hearing and sense of smell become exceptionally developed. The scientific explanation is that when other senses are frequently needed to face the outside world, these aspects get extraordinary training, and over time, they become sharp.
Perhaps this is also a form of minor evolution.
Now that Ye Zhongming had lost his vision, he could only use his ears to discern the surroundings. At a certain moment earlier, he felt a suffocating sensation.
It wasn't because of difficulty in breathing; it was the feeling of being imprisoned, as if he had been placed in a jail.