Chapter 11659 — Were It a Banished Immortal Who Came to the Rescue Today

Even the lowliest among them could, with a mere gesture, shake an entire world.

For Wei Zhao especially, at this moment, obtaining detailed intelligence on a god-tier powerhouse would carry enormous value—even strategic value.

Moreover, judging by the reaction of the Prince of Qi's Estate's Second Ancestor, one thing at least could be established: whether or not the one currently clashing with the Great Ape King was the Banished Immortal Li Zui, the god-tier powerhouse connected to the Prince of Qi's Estate was none other than the Banished Immortal Li Zui.

Zhang Tailing said quietly, "If a Banished Immortal comes to the rescue today, we might still have a chance."

Wei Zhao nodded. "Then let us wait and see."

Time crept by, second by second, and their situation grew steadily worse.

The crimson apes had all blindfolded themselves, and with only five of them left, there was no way to keep watch over everything—almost at every moment, some crimson ape was on the move.

The crux of it was that their speed of movement alternated between fast and slow, utterly impossible to predict.

The inevitable result was that the crimson apes gradually formed an encirclement around them, a ring that kept tightening until it set their hearts pounding.

The good news was that, whether because the Great Ape King was being held in check by that god-tier powerhouse or because things had simply been this way ever since the space gate turned into that giant face, the number of crimson apes had finally stopped increasing.

Though their situation was precarious at every turn, so long as they worked as one, they could still keep circling and dodging these crimson apes for a while.

After all, the crimson apes had severe limitations; given the strength of those present, if they truly set their minds to playing hide-and-seek with them, surviving three days was theoretically not so difficult a thing.

The problem was that matters clearly would not be so simple.

"Are their movements getting faster and faster?"

The short old man voiced this with his heart in his throat.

Everyone fell silent as one.

In truth, they were getting faster.

At first, though they could not observe the crimson apes' movements directly, they could still roughly infer them from the windows of time between sightings, and they judged that the creatures' speed was within controllable limits.

Even without the weakness of being sight-limited, had these crimson apes been allowed to chase them freely, they were confident enough to kite them for a good long while.

But now, in the space of a single blink—less than a hundredth of a second, if one insisted on counting—the enemy could cross a distance of a hundred meters and appear directly before their eyes.

And that was not all.

Most chilling of all, they had learned strategy, deliberately striking from the blind spots in Wei Zhao and the others' fields of vision.

For instance, appearing directly behind them, or directly above their heads.

Once or twice, they could just barely endure it, but if it kept happening, anyone would be driven out of their mind.

A defense long maintained must sooner or later fail.

The most immediate consequence was that the short old man had half his skull bitten off, following in the tall old man's footsteps on the spot and becoming a mutilated corpse.

The sight gave them all a turn.

This time it had been the short old man's bad luck; next time it could be any one of them.

After all, strictly speaking, whether it was Zhang Tailing or Wei Zhao, even if their individual strength surpassed the short old man's, it was not on the order of an entirely different dimension.

Since the crimson apes could kill the short old man in an instant, they could naturally do the same to them.

To say nothing of the remaining lean old man and Qi Zhuiyun.

If one insisted on making an exception, only Wei Zhao was the odd one out among them—through the cheating perspective granted by the World Will, he could still catch a trace of them, and so long as he was careful, he might yet avoid them in advance.

Zhang Tailing furrowed his brow. "At this rate, we definitely won't last until the three-day deadline ends."

The others' hearts sank as well.

Before, five people and ten eyes had been unable to restrain these crimson apes; now that they were one man short, the situation was bound to grow even more perilous.

Especially since the crimson apes' speed was still rising, making them ever more elusive.

Once they had fully mastered the trick of striking from the blind spots in their vision, it would be the death knell for all of them.

If it truly came to that, even Wei Zhao would likely have only one last path to preserve his life.

The lean old man glanced up at that giant face.

And in that single glance, he nearly fell victim to a sneak attack by two crimson apes, almost following in the short old man's footsteps.

Having escaped by the narrowest of margins, the lean old man said with lingering dread, "Whether we live or die doesn't depend on us—it depends on when those two settle their score."

By "those two," he of course meant the god-tier powerhouse suspected to be the Banished Immortal Li Zui, and the one standing behind these crimson apes—the Great Ape King, one of the Seven Evil Saints.

That was the plain truth.

But his words were also an indirect admission of their earlier conjecture.

Once again everyone fell silent.

Honestly speaking, at their level they could more or less already command their own fates; ordinarily it was they who steered and controlled others. Moments like this—drifting with the current, at the mercy of others, their survival hanging on another's mood—were truly rare.

Zhang Tailing gave a dry laugh and mocked himself: "All that cultivation, and in the end we're still ants beneath an elephant's foot. Life is but a dream."

Everyone felt the same.

Compared to the other three, who were awash in emotion, Wei Zhao at this moment was not stirred by such waves.

His attention seemed fixed on the crimson apes before him, but in truth he had been quietly observing, through the cheating perspective of the World Will, the clash between those two god-tier beings.

To be able to witness a duel between such god-tier powerhouses was itself an immense stroke of fortune.

One had to understand that under normal circumstances, let alone an expert of his tier, even a demigod or a quasi-god who dared to spy at close range on a duel between god-tier powerhouses would in all likelihood be caught in the aftermath and reduced to cannon fodder, dying on the spot.

Even at a safe distance, provoking the displeasure of any one of those god-tier powerhouses would mean instant annihilation.

After all, it truly was not just anyone who could unlock a cheat of the World Will's caliber.

Zhang Tailing suddenly said, "Young Hero Lin, are you having an epiphany?"

At these words, the lean old man and Qi Zhuiyun both started.

In their present situation, with the fire already singeing their eyebrows, any one of them might drop dead the very next second.

And in such a situation, he could still enter an epiphany?

There had to be a limit to absurdity.

Most of the time, an epiphany was indeed a stroke of fortune one could not seek, only encounter—but to have one at a time like this was to invite death with both hands.

The crux was that this was precisely the moment when they needed to pull together; four pairs of eyes were already not enough, and for you to go into an epiphany on the spot—were you not dragging everyone else down?