Chapter 306

Evil Demons and Heretics, you shall be exterminated!

The second incarnation of the incense‑imbued golden body power that had reached the world's pinnacle, under Mu Yi's costless consumption, was rapidly waning and soon could no longer maintain its form, dissipating between heaven and earth.

But every ounce of the incense power it contained converged into the blade Mu Yi held aloft.

Driven by the incense power, the entire army's Cloud Energy swirled like a vortex, drawing all the primordial essence of heaven and earth toward Mu Yi.

The capital of the Mongols, a great city whose walls rose dozens of zhang, housed tens of thousands of elite soldiers and hundreds of thousands of civilians.

These are not the small city walls Mu Yi previously razed; the capital's walls require no garrison, as the Cloud Energy naturally generated by its soldiers and populace nurtures and reinforces the walls, granting them resistance against Transcendent forces.

Magic capable of cleaving mountains and splitting rivers, when struck against such walls, loses much of its potency.

An attack that could shatter a mountain, upon these walls, might only carve a small dent.

At this moment, Mu Yi absorbed a massive amount of incense, as well as vast quantities of murderous aura, Cloud Energy, and primordial essence.

All the power converged onto the blade in Mu Yi's hand.

The towering mountain of blades, accompanied by crimson light, pierced straight into the heavens.

Without any hesitation, Mu Yi shouted, and the blade mountain crashed down from the firmament.

With a single slash, he cleaved the Cloud Energy and then shattered walls that could be called the strongest in the world; this godlike force was enough to break the spirits of all the Mongol civilians who witnessed it.

In so‑called cold‑weapon warfare, morale always outweighs numbers and quality.

The Mongol side, due to the nature of their souls, did not collapse, but Mu Yi's side had become utterly boiling.

In a war between mortals, when a deity personally joins the fight, nothing else matters.

They are, at this moment, both soldiers under Mu Yi and his followers, fervent and fearless.

Thus it is evident that humans truly are emotional beings.

When the towering blade mountain effortlessly tore through the capital's walls, every soldier's gaze at Mu Yi burned with unparalleled fervor; though they had not fully recovered, they now unleashed combat power more terrifying than any peak.

Along with it, Mu Yi's army's innate talent seemed to evolve; after reaching its limit, a deeper radiance enveloped Mu Yi.

It seemed unchanged, yet every soldier entered a frenzy.

Hoo~

Mu Yi exhaled a puff of foul air; after the full‑force slash, his aura was drained to near zero, yet anyone who saw him would not sense that he had lost strength.

They would only feel Mu Yi as a volcano shrouded in ash—once it erupts, it shatters the heavens.

Mu Yi closed his eyes, as if he again saw Guan Sheng Dijun personally demonstrating the true essence of the sword technique; his understanding gained a new insight, entirely different from before.

Kill!

With little time to savor, Mu Yi gestured the attack order; the stored momentum and fervor burst forth, like a mountain flood surging toward the broken walls.

Leading the charge were the released Blood‑Shadow Asuras.

They, fearless and reckless, launched a fierce assault on the Mongol troops already in Formation.

Dodge? Nonexistent—just forcefully breaking into the formation, sacrificing lives to shatter it and create a breakthrough for the troops behind.

The tide‑like onslaught ripped through the Mongol spear formation ready for wave assaults, snapping the rallying horn in half.

When the Mongol officers saw that, after the Blood‑Shadow Asuras were slain, they regenerated from the battlefield's murderous aura and blood, they were overwhelmed with despair.

Not only could they fight and resist, but they grew stronger through slaughter, even possessing a self‑contained instant resurrection—no longer just cheeky, but utterly shameless.

Regardless of what the Mongol officers thought, their defense fell back step by step.

Blood‑Shadow Asuras, monsters forged for the battlefield and mingled with mortal soldiers capable of rebirth in the blood sea of the Asura path, were beyond the Mongol troops' ability to counter.

Relying on their unique bodies, the Blood‑Shadow Asuras raged, slaughtering the equally fearless Mongol soldiers around them.

Both sides refused to retreat, yet compared to the Mongols, the Asuras' instant resurrection was clearly more terrifying.

After a quarter‑hour of fierce fighting, the summoned Blood‑Shadow Asuras not only failed to diminish, they multiplied.

From over ten thousand, they surged to more than twenty thousand, becoming a nightmare for the Mongols.

Both sides' war had completely defied normal logic; ordinarily, a side suffering tens of thousands of casualties while at a disadvantage would buckle under pressure and collapse, yet now both sides had over thirty thousand dead and wounded and still none had broken.

Even if famed generals came to observe, they would shake their heads; this had utterly left the realm of conventional warfare, where normally one side is destined to be completely annihilated.

Arrows and bolts swarmed like locusts; even the famed Mongol iron cavalry abandoned their peripheral maneuvers and launched a direct assault.

At this moment, over a hundred thousand combatants interwove on the battlefield, none showing fear; it was destined that no one could win easily, and from then on only command, perseverance, and pure combat power mattered.

Mu Yi, relying on bravery, seizing opportunities, and the battlefield judgment afforded by his independent conviction zone, executed a wave of flanking tactics.

Yet the unified Mongol army was no pushover; when Mu Yi previously annihilated a hundred‑thousand‑strong force, it was largely due to the chaotic Spider God destroying its walls, whereas now within the capital there existed a complete grand army command.

Mu Yi's personally led flanking was keenly sensed by the enemy; while holding the flank, they used a focused breakthrough tactic to pierce Mu Yi's side.

Under pressure, Mu Yi could only withdraw; the Mongols attempted pursuit, but a mass of Blood‑Shadow Asuras, indifferent to death, blocked the chase.

After withdrawing, Mu Yi swiftly restructured his line, focusing on blade‑shield parries rather than offensive breakthroughs, shifting to suppress the enemy front to free more troops for exterminating the Mongols.

This is getting a bit troublesome!

Mu Yi stared at the dense Mongol forces blocking them, his expression sour; had he not instantly decided to cleave the wall with his strongest strike, their bold thrust would have been utterly doomed.

But even with that unexpected advantage, it had now been largely worn down.

The enemy's deployment and adjustments were swift, and there was more than one commander, creating a dual‑command situation.

One filled the gaps for the other, leaving Mu Yi unable to find a flaw to exploit.

First a surge of vigor, then a waning, then exhaustion.

Failing to cut straight through the Mongol defenses brought a rather complex problem.

Mu Yi had no retreat; when he chose to turn the plan onto itself, he had to win, and to do so in the shortest possible time.

Boom—boom—boom!!

The earth began to roar, and Mu Yi's spirit shivered—finally it was.

After such a long struggle, the first day finally secured control over the nearby ley lines.

You scoundrel, you dare!

From the capital erupted an angry roar; Mu Yi, using his Thousand‑mile Eye, saw the Mongol ruler's ashen face.

The blood‑colored radiance that had previously burst from within the city flared again, the earth regained calm, yet this time it was not as complete as before; the ground still trembled slightly.

"We've come this far; what else dares to be feared!"

Mu Yi sneered, immediately withdrawing the divine positions of the Mountain God and Water God from himself and merging them into the Mountain Water Seal, enduring the soul‑deep pain before hurling it at Chu Yi.

Such inhuman pain now meant little; after Mu Yi saw the city's scene, his sole belief today was to raze this place to the ground.

Not for anything else, but for the sake of a single enlightened thought.

Chu Yi opened his huge mouth and swallowed the Mountain Water Seal; the ground, which had only quivered slightly, began to shake violently again.

The blood‑colored radiance inside the city grew weaker; under this indiscriminate seismic assault, countless immobile altars started to crumble, creating a vicious cycle that could not contain Chu Yi, hidden underground, shaking the earth.

"You shall die!"

A blood‑colored arching rainbow leapt from the city's center, lunging toward Mu Yi.

If Chu Yi were allowed to continue, the entire city would be destroyed at once; then there would be no talk of blood sacrifice, everything would have to start over.

Delay brings disaster; they dare not gamble whether other Jiuzhou deities will discover them.

Even with only a one‑in‑ten‑thousand chance, there is no turning back; they must complete the blood‑sacrifice rite in the shortest time, offering all living beings of the world, then using that as a lever to swallow the entire world.

What they seek has never been anything else—only to regain their former power and escape the clutches of Jiuzhou's celestial deities.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Looking at the Mongol ruler whose complexion was black as ink and whose killing intent boiled, Mu Yi laughed wildly, raising the sword in his hand, not fearing your coming, but fearing your not coming.

I've long prepared the ultimate killing weapon for you; await death!

Blinded by rage, the Mongol ruler swooped toward Mu Yi like a great roc spreading its wings.

Mu Yi said no more; he made such a great sacrifice to force the opponent out of its turtle shell.

Honestly, if the opponent had a full crew, he wouldn't dare do this.

After all, to deal with Legend, he still relies on the Great Army's strength to achieve a level‑jump kill; expecting a one‑on‑one duel with Legend is rather unrealistic.

"Get out of there!"

A long spear spun in circles in the Mongol ruler's hand, a shrill screech erupting from its tip; the arcing spear was flung down, slashing the earth.

The opponent locked onto Chu Yi hidden within the earth; Mu Yi instantly discerned the attack's intent.

"Don't even think about it!" Mu Yi roared, gripping his blade with both hands, the veins on his arms tightening, Inner Qi flaring within, unleashing a ferocious force that blasted the spear.

【86】 "Puff~"

"Puff~"

Mu Yi leaned on his broad blade, barely standing, spitting a mouthful of blood.

Without the support of the Great Army Cloud, he truly struggled to face Legend, especially an opponent who had reached this world's pinnacle.

Fortunately, the Great Army Cloud's suppression affected both sides, indefinitely narrowing the gap between them.

Though still not an equal, he wouldn't be killed with a single blow.

Compared with the giant spider he previously faced, this humanoid Mongol ruler before him was stronger and even harder to handle.

The moment they clashed, a force seeped along the weapon into his body, delivering a brutal blow to his organs; such covert energy infiltration is undoubtedly a masterful weapon technique.

"Again!" Mu Yi wiped the blood from his mouth corner, lifted his broad blade with both hands, and swung it straight at the Mongol ruler.

"Get out!"

The Mongol ruler, enraged, brandished his spear; the more it was delayed, the greater the damage they suffered, an unbearable disaster for them.

"Puff!" Mu Yi stepped back several paces, spat another mouthful of blood, and a faint smile curved his mouth.

The Mongol ruler opposite Mu Yi also spat a mouthful of blood.

"Fine technique, but now it's mine!" Mu Yi said with a smile.

For Mu Yi, the presence of the Ten‑skill Omnipotence and the General's Divine Art means that any technique he watches or experiences once can be immediately employed by himself.

"Come, continue!"

Mu Yi wiped the blood from his mouth corner; though he looked utterly miserable, in reality, thanks to his powerful regenerative ability, he was essentially unharmed at this moment.

Conversely, the Mongol ruler on the other side, apparently having not been wounded for a very long time, was stunned in place for a moment after Mu Yi's technique injured his organs.

"I see it, your death line!"

Mu Yi didn't bother caring why the opponent was stunned, but he would never miss such a chance; his broad blade slashed along the appearing death line.

Yet the instant his blade descended, Mu Yi's pupils narrowed, and he abandoned the attack, activating Time Acceleration to dodge backward.

In the next instant, bright holes appeared in Mu Yi's abdomen, shoulder, and thigh.

"I told you those other damned things were already unrecognizable; how can you still keep a human appearance, wearing human skin?"

Staring at the long‑toothed, clawed Mongol ruler before him, who had suddenly shifted from human to a stitched monster, Mu Yi looked at him coldly.

"This is my favorite human skin, but that's fine; I'll peel yours off inch by inch to replace it!"

"Your wail will be the most beautiful music!" the Mongol ruler snarled.

Anger flashed on Mu Yi's face; from the Mongol ruler's words he gleaned more information—the beast had done this before.

He had no idea how many innocent souls had perished at the opponent's hands.

"You look angry? No need to rush; you'll soon experience that feeling!"

Like a monster, the Mongol ruler's ugly head opened wide, dripping strange liquid that fell to the ground, corroding it into pits.