336: Fishing tactics

In that air, solidified to the point of suffocation, the giant golden eye resembled an ancient deity—colossal and terrifying—silently gazing down at the tiny Chen Tianming below.

The surrounding light seemed distorted by this pressure, every inch of space felt crushingly heavy, and time appeared to stand still.

"Mere mental attack? Hah, you truly underestimate my will!"

Chen Tianming's words carried a hint of disdain, and a cold sneer curled the corners of his lips.

Within him, a surge of spiritual power, like a rushing river, was already violently coursing through his meridians, demonstrating his absolute control over his strength.

His eyes, bright as torches, flickered with an unyielding determination, forming a sharp confrontation with the giant golden eye, showcasing the heroic ambition of a mortal challenging a deity.

At that moment, ripples seemed to stir within the giant golden eye, and the golden light deep within its pupil suddenly erupted like a supernova, brilliant to the extreme.

Subsequently, more boiling golden liquid descended like the most violent rainstorm between heaven and earth, covering everything. Everything it touched, whether void or dust, was plated with a mysterious and ancient gold, beginning to twist and writhe, making the entire scene appear both magnificent and eerie.

Yet, the mental attack did not dissipate.

"Pathetic speck of dust, prepare to meet your fate. Witness true power—that is a realm you cannot reach!"

That deep, majestic voice echoed, each word striking the soul like a heavy hammer, involuntarily evoking awe.

Behind the giant golden eye, an ancient and massive consciousness seemed to be hidden, slowly unveiling its mysterious veil.

However, at this seemingly desperate moment, Chen Tianming demonstrated the heaven-defying path of a cultivator.

He quickly formed complex and ancient hand seals with both hands.

A Qilin phantom erupted with a roar, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

In an instant, the Samadhi True Fire hidden within him rose like a dragon awakened, tightly surrounding his entire body to form a dazzling, radiant flame shield.

"Samadhi Flames, purify all impurities in the world!"

He let out a low shout, and the flames instantly erupted with peerless heat, searing enough to incinerate all evil and falsehood.

Within this raging inferno, as soon as those arrogant golden liquids and mutated evil spirits approached, they emitted faint, rapid "hissing" sounds—like dying wails—and were evaporated in an instant, leaving behind charred voids.

Utilizing this defensive line he had created, Chen Tianming's figure suddenly accelerated like a meteor streaking across the night sky. The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, that legendary divine artifact, transformed at this moment into a blade shimmering with brilliant light, pointing directly at the core of the giant golden eye—where the black vertical pupil resided.

He swore to use his mortal body to slash through the deity's eye!

The mutated monsters surged like a tide; the moment they touched anyone, they would gnaw frantically.

For a time, gold and blood-red colors mixed incessantly, like a melting oil painting under the setting sun.

Just then, on the distant horizon, a familiar figure was rapidly approaching.

Salia, Chen Yun, Ding Xiaoyu, and their group, with determined gazes, broke through the defensive line besieged by the golden monsters. Each of them unleashed their own methods, assisting Chen Tianming in clearing away the surrounding threats.

"We're here, Chen Tianming!"

Salia's voice was firm and powerful, her eyes flashing with resolution, as if telling everyone that even without her divinity, she remained an unyielding warrior.

A surge of warmth welled up in Chen Tianming's heart.

He understood that this was not just a fight for himself, but for the survival of the Fantasy World.

He quickly changed his strategy, using the Samadhi True Fire to encircle an area, concentrating the constantly regenerating golden monsters within it, while simultaneously forming a pincer formation with Salia's group.

"Since you like regenerating so much, let the Samadhi True Fire burn away your persistence!"

Chen Tianming roared.

His body spun at high speed like a top, and the Samadhi True Fire transformed into a vortex, swallowing all the monsters within the area.

The flames gradually extinguished, and the golden monsters' offensive was finally contained.

Around Chen Tianming, the Samadhi True Fire danced like a living thing, rolling flames forming a brilliant, fiery red barrier that enveloped him completely.

This was both a provocation to the giant golden eye and a declaration of his own resolve.

The giant golden eye showed no emotion. Facing Chen Tianming's provocation, a more intense light swirled deep within it. The entire space trembled as an ancient and powerful pressure descended overwhelmingly.

Suddenly, the ground covered by the golden liquid mutated, and one sinewy tentacle after another extended from beneath the earth.

The tentacles twisted, covered in thorns, disgusting, hideous, and terrifying.

Then, those countless tentacles began to fly toward Chen Tianming and the others.

Chen Tianming didn't say a word; he drew the Xuanyuan Sword and sliced them off with a single stroke.

The moment the golden tentacles were severed, they erupted with dazzling golden light, like meteors streaking across the night sky, leaving behind brilliant trails.

And the severed parts actually began to slowly squirm, attempting to regrow and reconnect. A flash of surprise crossed Chen Tianming's eyes; the tenacity of the giant golden eye's vitality far exceeded his imagination.

Just then, Chen Tianming suddenly felt a faint prick of pain in his mind.

He realized in an instant that these golden tentacles were likely a part of the mental attack.

This eye could turn mental attacks into tangible objects, like soy milk and fried dough sticks.

To put it bluntly, it was using mental power to distort real objects in reality.

These tentacles were a manifestation of mental power.

Every tentacle was actually already entangled with a portion of Chen Tianming's mental power.

Therefore, for Chen Tianming to attack or even kill those tentacles was essentially fighting against his own mental power.

"Hmph, Salia, you're right. Going head-to-head will only result in mutual destruction."

Chen Tianming mused to himself, a cunning smile curling the corners of his lips.

His eyes grew deep. Under his control, the Xuanyuan Sword turned into one bait after another, guiding those tentacles—neither harming them nor getting hit by their attacks—and steering the rhythm of the battle.

The giant golden eye seemed to sense the change in Chen Tianming's strategy, and its attacks became more violent and chaotic.

The tentacles swept across, as if to tear space apart.

Yet Chen Tianming was like a fish in water, every dodge perfectly timed.

He could even occasionally use the residual force of the opponent's attacks to counterattack.

Although it wouldn't cause substantial damage, it caused the giant golden eye's movements to gradually slow down.

With every strike, the golden eye's actions slowed by a fraction...

Chen Tianming was, after all, a powerhouse who had trampled across the entire continent.

He could execute such attacks thousands of times in an instant!

The giant golden eyeball, perhaps a deity wandering between the stars, possessed strength not to be underestimated, managing to keep up with Chen Tianming's rhythm.