Chapter 961: Escape from Danger

The opponent’s attack method was truly bizarre; Li Huowang never expected that a mere button could make him regress from the Seven Realms to the Six Realms. The opponent was right next to him, yet at that precise moment, his strength was drastically reduced. This situation was truly life-threatening! In the Six Realms, he was no match for a Fushou Heaven's Fate Controller, let alone two of them!

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Li Huowang gritted his teeth, constantly repeating in his mind: "I am in the Seven Realms, I am in the Seven Realms." As Li Huowang continued to repeat this, his surroundings began to change again, on the verge of coalescing.

However, the opponent had gone to great lengths to use their techniques to pull Li Huowang out of that state. There was no way they would easily let him revert. Just as Li Huowang was repeating, nearly hypnotizing himself into believing, a finger-sized black hole appeared on his head. Immediately, more black holes emerged, seemingly multiplying. In no time, Li Huowang's entire face and head were covered. The resolute thoughts constantly emerging in his mind rapidly materialized, leaking out of these holes and piling up at his feet.

This transformation not only made it impossible for Li Huowang to concentrate but also pushed him back from the threshold of the Seven Realms. Even as Li Huowang frantically tried to dig out the contents of the holes on his face with his fingers, it was futile. The holes spread much faster than he could clear them. Eventually, several worms were crammed into a single hole, causing Li Huowang's entire head to become incredibly swollen and horrifyingly grotesque.

With a "bang," a house-sized fleshy worm burst out of a hole on Zuo Qiuyong's face, its viscous fluids splattering as it slammed directly onto Li Huowang. Amidst the sound of cracking bones, Li Huowang's bone structure was shattered into fragments. The worms inside the holes on his face were crushed, squeezing out long, pale strands.

Yet, it wasn't over. As the fleshy worm on Li Huowang's body continued to writhe, various crowded black holes also emerged from its surface. From these, hollow human figures, entirely formed from black holes, crawled out. They stumbled as if they had just learned to walk. Wherever their feet touched, holes would sprout, creating worms with every step.

Seeing these figures surround him, ready to attack, Li Huowang immediately prepared to use his cultivation abilities to counter. However, at that moment, he couldn't concentrate at all. He couldn't cultivate anything; any thought he had would leak out from the holes on his head, covered in mucus and piling up on the ground. With an expression of extreme pain, Li Huowang arduously bent down to pick up a puddle of his cultivation thoughts, intending to force them back into his mind.

But the opponent had no intention of letting Li Huowang succeed. A hand covered in countless holes reached out. As it pressed against Li Huowang's hand, each hole acted like a scoop, gradually digging away Li Huowang's flesh. Scoop by scoop, Li Huowang's body began to disappear. His last chance vanished, and the situation became critically urgent. If Li Huowang's body were to completely disappear, he would cease to exist, even if he tried to cultivate again.

"Zhao Shuangdian! Qing Wanglai! Wu Qi! Chen Hongyu!! Where are you?! Help me, quick!!" Li Huowang shouted, pleading for help to the fractured sky. Yet, those who had just sworn to help remained utterly still, showing no change or movement.

Just as Li Huowang was being controlled by the opponent, on the verge of death, a furious roar echoed from a distance: "Get lost!" A strong gust of wind swept through, instantly distorting the lines on the bodies of the hollow figures, tangling them together. Seizing this opening, Xuanpin appeared beside Li Huowang, grabbed him, and quickly retreated, pulling him away from the opponent's encirclement.

Fleshy worms, crawling from Zuo Qiuyong's body, rained down towards Xuanpin, attempting to block his escape. However, each time these worms fell, their bodies were twisted and contorted by the strong wind. Once Xuanpin had retreated far enough and stopped, Li Huowang finally realized who was helping him. To his left, another Li Huowang stood firmly, holding his own spine-bone sword, his gaze resolute.

It was Li Huowang saving Li Huowang—but this Li Huowang was the one he had left behind to kill the Dice. "Why are you here? Is the Dice dead?" Li Huowang asked, clutching his riddled head with both hands, his expression deeply pained.

"Forget about the Dice for now, the main business is more important," the other Li Huowang replied. "Xuanpin saw you were in trouble, so he sent me to help." After speaking, the other Li Huowang looked gravely at Zuo Qiuyong's body in the distance, which now resembled towering mountains. Zuo Qiuyong had completely transformed. Countless holes of all sizes covered his entire body. Bizarre worms constantly crawled out of these holes, secreting fluids and writhing incessantly. Zuo Qiuyong had now completely become a living mountain of worms, a flesh-nest for these creatures.

As the two spoke, the worm-mountain suddenly collapsed, countless worms falling from Zuo Qiuyong's body and surging towards them like a tidal wave. Everywhere these strange worms went, the ground was stained a dull, iridescent black. They weren't merely intending to attack Li Huowang; in this state, they seemed to be devouring the entire Tianchen Nation!

"Help me! Quickly, get these worms off my head! With these worms, I can't reach the Seven Realms!!" Upon hearing this, Li Huowang (the one from the past) immediately glared at his head. However, no matter how he tried to cultivate, the worms kept emerging, impossible to eradicate. In this situation, cultivation was ineffective.

"I'll do it," Xuanpin said, and with a swift swing of his right hand, he decisively chopped off Li Huowang's riddled head. Before the head could even hit the ground, Xuanpin kicked it aside. Then, he turned to the unmoving, headless body, asking, "How is it?"

Finally free from the wormholes, the headless Li Huowang slowly exhaled, feeling his thoughts no longer leaking from his mind. "Much better," he affirmed. The next moment, as he clenched his fists and silently chanted in his heart, the hidden Seven Realms reappeared within him. That peculiar state of superposition returned once more.

He immediately turned to Zhao Shuangdian and Qing Wanglai, unleashing a torrent of curses: "Are you just standing there watching the show?! Is this your idea of help?! Do all you Fate Controllers treat your promises like farts?!" The individuals Li Huowang was scolding looked bewildered. "What did you want us to help with?" they asked. "You were just going crazy by yourself; we couldn't understand what you were trying to express."