Zhang Yi used the shortest possible time to explain to Zhu Zheng the situation he had encountered.
"We came across an ancient civilization thirty thousand meters beneath the Snowy Highland. Once they emerge, they will pose an enormous threat to all of human civilization, especially Huaxu Nation!"
"The individual qualities of this race are absolutely terrifying. You can think of them as having Transcendents per capita, and many of them have evolved into high-tier Transcendents!"
"We must annihilate them. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Zhu Zheng's brain received this intel, and he quickly realized that Zhang Yi had snuck off to the Southwest Region to do something behind his back.
However, hearing the serious tone in Zhang Yi's voice at that moment, Zhu Zheng also knew there was no time to waste.
After a few seconds of deliberation, he nodded.
"Alright, I agree to launch the Love of Death!"
He would have doubted anyone else.
But if Zhang Yi said something, he wouldn't question it.
Because if Zhang Yi wanted to, no one could stop him from launching the Love of Death. There were plenty of factions in the Jiangnan Region eager to cooperate with Zhang Yi and easily replace him, Zhu Zheng.
In a sense, Zhang Yi was the true supreme commander of the Jiangnan Region.
His gesture of informing Zhu Zheng was a matter of giving him face, and Zhu Zheng wasn't foolish enough to go against his wishes.
"However, at a depth of thirty thousand meters underground, even the most advanced earth-penetrating missiles humanity currently possesses can't reach that range!"
Zhu Zheng raised a question.
Zhang Yi looked up at the sky.
Then he said calmly, "Don't worry. Just launch it at the coordinates I specify. I'll pave the way for it."
"Alright. When do you need it launched? Give me a signal!"
"Good."
After saying this, Zhang Yi didn't rush Zhu Zheng to launch the Love of Death.
That thing was a last resort.
He would only use it after confirming that there was absolutely no way to deal with Prince Anrit. Otherwise, Zhang Yi didn't want to completely wipe Nash Kingdom off the face of the underground.
After all, he hoped to observe Nash Kingdom to gather intelligence about the ancient civilization.
Just as Zhang Yi was about to leave, his gaze inadvertently caught a flickering light in the distance.
He focused his eyes and was shocked to discover that the light was coming from Sangga Monastery.
A powerful force of willpower, visible only to Transcendents, surged beneath the great snowy mountain.
But gradually, that immense power began to slowly dissipate.
It was flames.
The light Zhang Yi saw was blazing and magnificent.
Sangga Monastery, which had stood for thousands of years, was now being burned down by the long-resentful followers of the Tantric Sect!
The stronger the faith had once been, the more terrifying the fury was now!
The uprising sparked by the Resistance had spread like wildfire across the entire Snowy Highland.
To thoroughly cleanse the feudal forces that had poisoned the Snowy Highland, they had to destroy everything that symbolized the power of the nobility and the clergy.
And Sangga Monastery was the most sacred site of the Tantric Sect. Only by destroying it would the people's deep-seated obsession with the Tantric sect completely vanish.
"Now this is going to be bad!"
Zhang Yi muttered to himself before reactivating Spatial Shifting to go underground.
Some time later, he arrived at the battlefield between the Burial Master and Prince Anrit.
Prince Anrit, fighting in his Nasda avatar form, looked like a massive wild beast. His tall, sinewy frame, dark green hue, and long tail even made Zhang Yi think of a creature from ancient times—a dinosaur!
The Burial Master, enveloped in golden willpower, used his human body to withstand the enormous Prince Anrit.
His indestructible golden body made him as powerful as a god.
But suddenly, the continuous stream of willpower began to weaken, and for the first time in their confrontation, the Burial Master fell at a disadvantage.
Prince Anrit, with a ferocious posture, pointed the index finger of his right hand at him.
A stream of invisible energy erupted from the tip of his long green finger, and the next moment, it shot toward the Burial Master, exploding across an area several thousand meters around him!
The blazing golden light around the Burial Master slowly faded, and Zhang Yi saw confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why the willpower on his body was dissipating.
The only good news was that after their prolonged and brutal fight to the death, Prince Anrit had also suffered considerable injuries, drastically reducing his combat effectiveness.
Seeing this, Zhang Yi frowned. Just as Prince Anrit was about to launch an attack, he extended the index and middle fingers of his right hand toward him.
"Divine Domain Purification!"
Prince Anrit had sensed Zhang Yi's arrival long ago, but in his eyes, Zhang Yi didn't even exist.
As far as he was concerned, someone of Zhang Yi's caliber was nothing but an insect.
But he hadn't expected that this move would freeze his body in place, squeezing him violently inward with immense force!
For a brief moment, it even caused some discomfort in his muscles and bones.
"Boom!"
Prince Anrit suddenly erupted with power, breaking free from the restraints of the Divine Domain Purification.
He stared coldly at Zhang Yi, but before he could strike, Zhang Yi had already dodged far away.
What followed was an attack from the Burial Master!
"Chaos, have you grown stronger?"
Although the Burial Master was wounded, with blood trickling from his mouth, he smiled and chatted with Zhang Yi.
Seeing the blood at the corner of his mouth, Zhang Yi frowned.
This time, the Burial Master's injuries weren't healing. As he had expected, the power of faith from Sangga Monastery, accumulated over a thousand years of immense strength, was slowly dissipating.
The battle between the Burial Master and Prince Anrit was so fast it was dizzying, and even Zhang Yi had to rely on the [Tracking of All Things] ability to observe their combat trajectories.
But at that moment, he absolutely didn't want to get into a conflict with either of them.
He could only flee.
"If you can't hold on any longer, let me know. I have one last trick to deal with him."
Zhang Yi said to the Burial Master.
Hearing this, the Burial Master's eyes lit up with hope, but he just smiled and nodded.
The expression on his face seemed to say that this was exactly what he had expected.
"I knew it would come to this, Chaos. No, perhaps I should call you Master Padmasambhava!"
Zhang Yi looked at him with a confused expression.
Master Padmasambhava's reincarnation?
He couldn't help but recall the legends of the Snowy Highland. In the distant era of the Demon Kingdom, the hero King Gesar had overthrown the Demon Kingdom with the help of Master Padmasambhava.
Even the Gate of Eternity, which separated two worlds, and the Vajra Pestle weapon in the Burial Master's hands, were said to have been crafted by that very master.
Zhang Yi laughed: "I'm not anyone's reincarnation. I don't believe in that stuff from your Tantric sect."
The Burial Master didn't reply, because by then, he had no time to talk to Zhang Yi.
Prince Anrit's attacks swept through the sky like a fierce hurricane, and the pressure from them destroyed large swaths of the city. As his willpower gradually faded, the Burial Master began to lose ground, and his injuries multiplied.
But Zhang Yi still didn't intend to call for reinforcements at that moment.
Because the Love of Death was the only last resort he could think of.
He had to wait until Prince Anrit was pushed to his absolute limit.
No, perhaps he had to wait until the Burial Master had exhausted every last ounce of his strength.
The situation in the sky had suddenly shifted, and every human in Nash Kingdom could clearly sense it.
The once-blazing golden light, like that of a Buddha, was fading, while another terrifying force, like an Asura, had gained the upper hand.
"Is the Burial Master... is he going to lose?"
The private soldiers of the four great families trembled as they spoke, unable to accept what they were sensing.
"No! That's absolutely impossible! The Burial Master will surely subdue the demon god and bring peace to the Tantric sect!"
Many believers began to clasp their hands in prayer for the Burial Master, but it didn't help much.
Prince Anrit's attacks were too fierce. Even Zhang Yi, now promoted to Black Chariot-tier, could only manage to interfere with him, but couldn't deal any effective damage.
If Zhang Yi was in such a situation, Gao Changkong and Lancelot were even worse off.
Unlike him, they didn't have such powerful survival abilities. They couldn't even dare to get close and could only watch from a distance, waiting for the right moment to either escape or strike at Prince Anrit.
