Chapter 3133: The Divine Army of the Lingxu Holy Sovereign

The owner of the giant mouth burst straight out of the ground—

This was a giant over five zhang tall, wearing a full set of blue battle armor, with a cold and indifferent expression on his face, gripping an ancient vine scepter in his hand.

A circular divine emblem floated above his shoulder, its pattern showing three waves flowing outward clockwise.

The Red General furrowed his brow, utterly unsurprised by the sight before him.

Trying to strangle the God of Life to death was no easy task; they had long anticipated the difficulty of this battle.

The Great Shaman said to the Red General: "This doesn't seem to be the true form of the Lingxu Holy Sovereign either."

The Lingxu Holy Sovereign is too mysterious—countless statues exist in the mortal realm, yet most bear different faces. It is said that He often appears in different guises, and even the Yunzhu Shishi of the Heavenly Palace who has seen the Lingxu Holy Sovereign often witnesses a changing visage.

"No." The Red General shook his head. "It is merely one of his summoned beings. I can sense that the vitality on it is not dense enough."

A flash of red light flickered in her pupils, and the giant's body became illusory in her eyes.

She could directly see the life energy within the giant's body!

It flowed like blood, rushing to every part of the body—thick or thin, abundant or scarce, slow or fast.

This was the power of the God of Death. If it were an ordinary human, beast, or demon, the Red General could even infer their remaining lifespan from this. The giant's life force was abundant, but as the Red General said, its density could not possibly match the cultivation and status of the Lingxu Holy Sovereign.

"Useless." The voice of the Lingxu Holy Sovereign came from the giant's mouth: "I am an immortal body."

The Red General gave a faint smirk: "I guarantee you with my Death Divine Emblem—there is no such thing."

In this world, whether an immortal body exists or not, the God of Death has the final say.

The Lingxu Holy Sovereign chuckled, then immediately threw a punch at the ground.

The force was so great that even Panlongcheng trembled.

From the point where his fist struck, verdant energy burst forth and grew wildly!

In less than ten breaths, the originally surging magma crater transformed into a lush green meadow.

Every patch of ground, every mountainside, was covered in thick green, leaving no gap.

That green was so intense it made one gasp for air.

The grass on the ground was strange—even the Red General did not know what species it was—but it could move without wind, its fine leaves twisting like earthworms without cease.

The volcano, thick smoke, and sulfur smell vanished, replaced by a dripping-green, pure world untouched by evil. But this warm, peaceful illusion lasted less than five breaths before the grass blades began to fall off and deform, rapidly expanding from finger-length fine leaves hundreds or thousands of times over, turning into bizarre-shaped beasts!

Some had three eyes, some five limbs, some had eyes and mouths on their bellies, some bore ten tentacles...

It was as if various creatures had been dismembered and then haphazardly assembled together.

Most of these beasts seemed like models casually pinched by a creator—ferocious yet strange, brutal yet absurd.

Most importantly, their numbers were countless, spreading across mountains and fields—more than thousands upon thousands at a glance—

Wherever there was meadow, these monsters could "grow."

At this moment, Panlongcheng actually saw over a hundred stone men rush out with a thunderous roar, their height equal to that of ordinary people, plus over twenty giant stone beasts. They seized these grass-born beasts and began smashing them—one punch, one beast, one punch, one beast.

On the gate of Panlongcheng, beside the Great Shaman, a small stone figure also emerged, hands propping up a shade canopy, clacking away:

"These must be the Lingxu Holy Sovereign's creations? They're also too crudely made, comparable to the things from Dong Rui's laboratory."

No, the monsters Dong Rui creates do not have forms as freely shaped as these.

This is an avatar of the Earth Mother. Once Panlongcheng encounters battle, it will be awakened. Before setting out, the Earth Mother insisted on placing an avatar inside the Great Great Great Fanghu.

Even if it could only help a little, the Red General could not dissuade the Earth Mother's stubbornness.

Its words, like the Great Shaman's, could be directly transmitted into the Red General's ears.

"The Lingxu Holy Sovereign also has a Divine Realm." Her expression was gloomy. "He likely merged his Divine Realm into the Life Divine Emblem, allowing him to directly release the strange things from within his Divine Realm."

Over the past several thousand years, who knows what experiments the Lingxu Holy Sovereign has been tinkering with inside his Divine Realm.

He is the God of Life, and what he grasps and plays with is naturally life itself.

The giant waved his hand, and the beasts, as if hearing a sacred decree, howled and charged toward Panlongcheng—their number endless, from a high vantage point appearing as a writhing mass.

Every blade of grass could transform into a beast, and the blades of this meadow seemed capable of endless growth. Thus, it became a breeding ground for monsters, endlessly sending them to the front lines.

These are the failed products of the Lingxu Holy Sovereign's Divine Realm experiments over millions of years—now repurposed as waste utilization, used however without regret.

The first wave of beasts had in an instant reached the head of the Natural Bridge.

But as soon as their front legs stepped onto the stone bridge, thunderbolts fell from the sky, with several crackling sounds shattering them into powder.

Yet these beasts felt no fear, dread, or pain—seeing their companions shattered before their eyes, they still buried their heads and rushed forward.

The Natural Bridge was after all narrow, and the countless beasts across mountains and fields were blocked at the moat's edge, like migrating herds in spring and summer. After no more than a few breaths of hesitation, they began leaping into the moat, attempting to swim across and climb to the opposite bank. Though the riverbank stood ten zhang above the water, ordinary rock shores could not withstand these terrifying digging and burrowing creatures.

Fortunately, this was no ordinary rock shore.

Seeing the beasts enter the water like dumplings being dropped in, the Red General raised his Thunder-Response Spear and slammed it heavily onto the bridge surface.

A dull clanging rang out instantly, echoing throughout Panlongcheng—as if the city's base were a vast hollow capable of triggering repeated reverberations.

"Come out and fight!"

As the words fell, a splash sounded in the moat, and a huge figure emerged:

This was a blue-faced, fanged warrior, his muscles bulging like rock, a necklace of miniature skulls hanging around his neck, each one a tiny version of a skull.

The Earth Mother recognized him at once, astonished:

"Haihuang Xuandu?"

This trip truly hit the mark—what an eye-opener. Compared to the dull, boring life on the ground, this was far better.

Just emerged from the water, this fellow was precisely the Haihuang Xuandu who had ambushed him in the Kunlong Moat during the great battle, having chased him from dreams all the way into the Great Great Great Fanghu, only to be finally devoured by Hundun.

So much time had passed, the Earth Mother thought he had long become nourishment for the jar—never expecting him to appear now. "De" "Qi" "Xiao" "Shuo" "Wang" "Shou" "Da" "Geng" "Xin"

But Xuandu had a mark on his forehead, which at first glance looked like a blooming small flower. The Earth Mother could not tell whether it was the pattern of a crystal orchid or a lily of the valley, only knowing this must be the Death God's mark.

As soon as Haihuang Xuandu appeared, he did not look at the city wall nor speak—just let out a roar, plunged both hands into the water, stirred forward, and caused a large number of sea monsters to bubble up from the turbulent water.