Chapter 5945

The moment Chen Ping moved, the battlefield seemed to contract around him. His gray figure streaked through the sky like a shadow of death, a whisper of wind, yet carrying the weight of destiny itself.

Below, the monster tide and the soul hunters continued their brutal clash, but all attention—subconsciously, instinctively—was drawn to that single gray streak.

Li Baichuan, locked in combat with the Soul Devouring Puppet, felt it first. A subtle shift in the energy around the puppet—an almost imperceptible tremor—told him that the tide was about to turn.

The gray streak stopped mid-air, right in the center of the puppet’s attack radius. Chen Ping’s eyes glinted with cold calculation. Every micro-motion of the Soul Devouring Puppet—the angle of the spear, the rotation of its wrist, the flicker of its gray-and-white aura—was mapped and anticipated.

A smirk flickered across his face. “It’s time.”

With a slight exhalation, Chen Ping unleashed a pulse of chaos energy from the five-colored lines on his back, a torrent that flowed into the battlefield like molten metal. It rippled through the Nine Heavens Sword Formation, synchronizing with Dugu Ao’s sword intent, subtly redirecting the streams of sword qi to form converging lines aimed at the puppet.

The Soul Devouring Puppet hesitated for the first time. Its gray eyes flickered, sensing the unseen pressure pressing against it, the subtle trap that threatened to turn its own attacks back on itself.