Chapter 730
Ren Xue
Ares's figure shot out like an arrow, rushing into the twisted dark red.
His charge lacked any fancy techniques, relying solely on pure power and speed—the bone blade made of ribs traced a pale white trail in the air, neatly slicing through three stitched lumps of flesh. Thick, black liquid gushed from the cuts, splashing onto the scorched earth with a sizzling, corrosive sound.
But those monsters felt no pain, no fear.
The halved mass of flesh writhed on the ground, fleshy sprouts extending from the broken ends, attempting to reconnect. Ares' tentacles followed closely, wrapping, tightening, and exerting force—*splat!* The mass of flesh was forcefully crushed, splattering bits of flesh and black blood everywhere.
"Their weakness is their head or a similar core!" Ares roared, his voice almost drowned out by the storm of howls and laughter. "Destroy them completely, or they will regenerate!"
Tang Wulin understood.
The Golden Dragon Spear trembled in his hand, as if yearning for something. He strode forward, the phantom of the golden dragon charging alongside him, its golden light blooming like the sun in this dark red world.
The first wave to arrive consisted of beasts that were reduced to skeletons.
Their bones were as black as ink, and eerie green flames burned in their eye sockets. They were incredibly fast, running almost silently across the scorched earth, the only sound being the cracking of their bones. A dozen or so attacked from different directions, sealing off all avenues for escape.
Tang Wulin did not dodge.
The Golden Dragon King's bloodline surged within him. He roared and swept his spear horizontally. There was no technique, only power—the purest and most savage power of the dragon race.
"boom!"
A golden shockwave spread out in a fan shape, and the skeletal beasts began to disintegrate the moment they touched the light. The flames in their eye sockets flickered wildly, seemingly trying to resist, but before the Golden Dragon King's pure destructive power, all resistance was futile. Bones shattered, flames extinguished, and they turned into black dust.
But even more monsters came.
The tumour in the sky burst open, releasing floating, shadowy maws. They had no physical form, making them virtually ineffective against physical attacks, yet they could devour energy. One of the shadowy maws opened, swallowing a sacred arrow shot by Qian Renxue, then swelled in size, emitting a satisfied hiss.
“Physical attacks are ineffective, try this.” Bibi Dong’s voice was icy.
She raised her hand, and the purplish-black aura of death condensed into countless fine threads, shooting towards the gigantic shadowy mouths. This time, the shadowy mouths attempted to devour them, but the aura of death clashed violently with their own energy. Entangled by the threads, the shadowy mouths began to twist and deform, finally exploding with a "pop" and dissipating into black smoke.
“Death can subdue them,” Bibi Dong concluded, and the phantom of the Rakshasa god behind her became even more solid. She formed a hand seal, and a huge purplish-black magic circle unfolded beneath her feet, from which countless phantoms of dead souls surged forth, shrieking as they pounced on the surrounding monsters.
These souls were collected by her over many years—some were the souls of enemies, others were the spirits of those who wandered the battlefield. Originally her source of power, they had now become weapons against the abyss.
The undead tore at the monsters' bodies, devouring their energy. Although with each monster they consumed, a soul was corrupted and dissipated by the abyss's power, Bibi Dong remained unconcerned. A cold light gleamed deep within her eyes, as if to say: They're nothing but expendable resources.
Dai Chengfeng chose a different tactic.
Instead of engaging the monsters head-on, he transformed into a streak of azure light, traversing the battlefield. His target was clear—the larger, more powerful monsters emerging from the cracks.
A monster had just poked half its body out of the crack.
It had a humanoid torso, but six spider-like segmented limbs, and an inverted triangular head with three compound eyes that gleamed with an evil red light. Its aura was equivalent to that of a second-level deity; as soon as it appeared, the surrounding air became thicker and heavier.
Dai Chengfeng appeared before it. Before the monster could react, his sword was already drawn.
No sound.
Only a single cyan line runs vertically downwards from the monster's head, traversing its entire body before disappearing into the depths of the rift.
The monster froze for a moment.
Then, along that blue line, its body was neatly divided in two. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and even the internal structure was clearly visible—there was no blood, only constantly writhing black buds trying to connect them.
Dai Chengfeng sheathed his sword, didn't even look at it, and turned to rush towards the next one.
He pursues a single, decisive strike—precise, efficient, and leaving no room for error. This is his pride as the successor of the Wind God—the essence of wind is freedom and unrestrainedness, but when wind condenses into a blade, it is also the sharpest weapon.
Qian Renxue's battlefield is in the air.
Her six wings spread wide, each feather burning with holy fire. She hovered in mid-air like a miniature sun, illuminating the battlefield below. Weak monsters were instantly reduced to ashes under the holy fire, while stronger monsters were weakened and slowed.
"Sacred Realm, unfold."
She spoke softly, but her voice carried throughout the entire battlefield.
Centered on her, the space within a 300-meter radius was enveloped in golden light. Within this domain, the power of all abyssal creations was suppressed by 30%, while the power of Tang Wulin and the others was slightly enhanced.
This is not a simple halo; it is a divine skill—one of the core abilities of the Angel God: Domain Expansion.
"Qian Renxue, conserve your divine power!" Tang Wulin shouted from below, "This is just the beginning!"
“I know,” Qian Renxue replied calmly, but the light in her domain did not diminish in the slightest. “But I can feel Isis’s consciousness calling out. She is in pain, she is struggling, she is waiting… We must hurry.”
Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and wielded the Golden Dragon Spear even faster.
He charged into the area where the monsters were most concentrated, his spear transforming into countless golden rays. With each thrust, a monster was pierced through to its core; with each sweep, swathes of monsters were cut in half at the waist. The phantom of a golden dragon roared behind him, each roar accompanied by the release of dragon might, causing the surrounding monsters to slow their movements and tremble.
But this is far from enough.
There are too many monsters, endless.
From the cracks, from beneath the scorched earth, from the tumors in the sky, they poured forth endlessly. Kill a hundred, and a thousand more would take their place; kill a thousand, and ten thousand would appear. This land itself was an extension of the abyss, a reflection of the abyss in the realm of the gods, where the power of the abyss was nearly limitless.
"We'll be worn down if this continues!" Bibi Dong said sternly. She had already used up 30% of her divine power, but the number of monsters had not decreased at all.
Ares rushed to her side, his bone blade pinning a shadowy maw that was trying to ambush her to the ground. (End of Chapter)