Chapter 307

Mu Yi frowned, the aura emanating from this thing before him surpassed Xiangliu in every sense, even more foul and twisted than the Cthulhu minions he had seen before.

The other party itself does not actually possess those qualities; it is the other party's malice toward living beings that makes its aura unprecedentedly twisted and collapsing.

Unparalleled malice locked onto Mu Yi, making him feel a chill.

"Jiuzhou Immortal Gods, die!"

Filled with endless resentment, the Mongol Monarch launched an attack.

A bird-like long beak pierced the air, like a spear locking onto Mu Yi's head, layers of ripples spreading through space.

Clearly just a simple impact, yet at this moment it became the most terrifying killing move.

Mu Yi felt like an ordinary person facing a speeding train rushing toward him, as if the whole world were crashing into him.

In the wind pressure strong enough to crush an ordinary person to dust, Mu Yi's surface Asura Armor cracked inch by inch.

Even with Time Acceleration at tenfold speed, Mu Yi could only see a blurred shadow rushing toward him at high speed.

"Boom!"

In the extreme speed, Mu Yi gathered all his strength and exchanged a blow with the Mongol Monarch.

Even just the shredded air wave sweeping over his body already tore Mu Yi's skin, the heat like high-temperature flame turning his flesh to charcoal.

Mu Yi stood on the ground, horrifying injuries appearing on his body; besides being burnt, countless wounds covered him from head to toe.

On his body, countless wounds were rapidly tightening, torn flesh and shattered bones re-linking, returning to a whole state.

Although all his injuries were healing at a visible speed, the pain truly swept through his entire body.

"Huh~"

Mu Yi forced his body upright, letting out a breath tinged with pain.

Without an army, facing alone a divine spirit weakened to the level of Legend, the battle difficulty completely exceeded Mu Yi's imagination.

From the start of the clash to now, after only a few moves, he was already somewhat exhausted.

"How can you be this weak?" the Mongol Monarch looked at Mu Yi with some doubt.

"He's a Fifth-rank Immortal God, no doubt!" the twisted face filled with incomprehension and bewilderment.

Extremely resentful toward the Jiuzhou Immortal Gods, he naturally also understood them, even more than Mu Yi, this formal employee.

To a certain extent, the biggest reason they can still exist now is that they have become a kind of native god.

By incarnating as a Mongol ruler, their main purpose is to better guide the blood sacrifice ritual.

Although they shout loudly on the surface, they deeply resent the Jiuzhou immortals and gods in their hearts, but in fact they have long been half‑willingly transformed into native gods of this world, and legally speaking they are part of Jiuzhou.

In other words, they are not considered hostile forces; at most they are subordinate rebels.

Therefore, they cannot be any more familiar with Jiuzhou's fifth‑rank immortals and gods.

Although at their peak they could easily crush a fifth‑rank immortal with a casual squeeze, now the situation is reversed: a fifth‑rank immortal can crush them with a backhand.

If Mu Yi weren't planning to bury the whole city with an earthquake, he would absolutely not show himself; he's just afraid the fifth‑rank immortals will crush them.

But there's no choice; after becoming half‑willing native gods, they need an anchor to stabilize their state, otherwise they will lose their original wisdom in the wear of reincarnation and truly become native gods of this world.

And to carry out the blood‑sacrifice ritual, absorbing heaven and earth entirely, their anchor and their followers are now inside the city.

If everything is destroyed by the earthquake, let alone reincarnation, they will now have to suffer backlash—whether they live or die is uncertain, but regaining strength and escaping Jiuzhou is completely out of the question; they are destined to have all their past worn away in the next reincarnation.

He came out already with a mindset of fighting Mu Yi to the death.

Although the world's limit is set here, this is Jiuzhou's territory; a normal fifth‑rank immortal can still use heavenly authority to kill them.

Look at Mu Yi's earlier sword strike that split the city wall; if he can unleash another strike like that, he's doomed.

But there's no choice; fighting desperately still offers a slim chance, while not fighting would truly be doom.

After the clash, he found that Mu Yi seemed a bit weak.

Boom—

The earth shook again, and the previously confused monster instantly woke up.

Without any warning, its massive body, accompanied by a high‑speed dash, turned into a streak of light that rushed forward.

The icy blade cut through the streak of light, only to find that the monster incarnated as a Mongol ruler had already vanished.

Although Mu Yi hadn't underestimated its speed, when he split the streak of light and felt the strong wind sweeping from behind, he realized he had still underestimated the opponent's speed.

Hungry Ghost Dao—Hell's Gate!

A huge gate fell from the sky, as if to suppress everything in the world.

The monster incarnated as a Mongol ruler was pressed to the ground by Hell's Gate, but as it struggled, cracking sounds spread continuously; even with Hell's Gate's support, the Hungry Ghost Dao barrier could not suppress it.

Cracks spread across the barrier, and Hell's Gate began to shatter along with them.

Mu Yi seized the opportunity, slashing down desperately with his screeching sword.

Yet the moment the sword fell, the monster still broke free of its bonds.

The screeching sword shattered countless fragments of stone, shaking a large expanse of smoke, and then suddenly the sound vanished within the smoke.

Before Mu Yi could react, he was struck and flung away, hitting the ground with a heavy boom.

And the monster didn't go after Mu Yi; instead it tore toward the ground, trying to grab the first one hidden in the earth.

Military Strategist Glory Challenge!

Mu Yi activated the Glory Challenge, successfully limiting the opponent's movements.

Bang! The head‑on spatial attack had no effect, and the monster instantly realized Mu Yi was behind it.

"Rushing to seek death? Then I'll send you on your way!"

The next moment, the opponent came crashing toward Mu Yi, and Mu Yi gave a wry smile.

Without relying on a massive army siege, his true combat strength still has a long way to go before reaching Legend.

At this point, he can only use his last life‑saving measure, hoping to hold out long enough for the first one to shake the whole city into collapse.

"Vast Heavenly Mist!"

The vast white mist began to spread between heaven and earth, and everything swallowed by the white mist lost all sound.

The monster, seeing the white mist emanating from Mu Yi's surroundings, instantly retreated backward; the divine sense originally locked onto Mu Yi was devoured the moment the white mist appeared.

There was not the slightest resistance, not the slightest omen; it directly lost sensation.

Even Mu Yi himself vanished from his perception, suddenly becoming a blind man, which terrified him; he fled wildly, fearing being swept into the great mist.

However, when a sense of spatial obstruction arose, its expression instantly turned extremely grim.

"I've been tricked!"

The monster, with all thoughts turned to ash, sadly reflected that it had just thought Mu Yi was nothing special, but in an instant it fell into desperation; the immortals and gods of Jiuzhou……

No matter how it resisted, the white mist still devoured it.

The thick mist permeated the air; heaven and earth were blurring at a visible speed, the snow‑white mist obscuring the horizon and blurring the monster's vision.

In just a moment, the whole world was occupied by the white mist, turning deathly pale.

Even the earlier audible rumble of the earth vanished without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

Yet at this moment the monster's heart was filled with panic, lacking any sense of ease; silence did not mean safety.

Especially when the divine sense was completely severed, the person became deaf and blind, with perception confined to an extremely narrow range.

Everything around was full of the unknown, and the unknown has always been the root of fear.

Moreover, this mist was released by Mu Yi's use of divine power.

Even if he were mentally confused, he would not regard this mist as beneficial to himself.

The monster cautiously probed its surroundings; in the fog, the flow of time became illusory, and it could not even judge how long it had been inside this mist.

At first it was extraordinarily careful, afraid to touch any taboo.

But no matter what, it was an incarnation of the Mongol ruler, an indigenous deity who had experienced the mortal world's red dust, possessing rich life experience.

Soon it understood the essence of this mist: it posed no danger, its sole effect being to restrict divine‑sense probing, or rather it was simply a divine ability used to control people.

After realizing this, the Mongol ruler's arm suddenly elongated, sweeping randomly through the white expanse beyond its field of view.

After several such sweeps, it finally felt an obstruction.

"Clang!"

Accompanied by a clear metallic clang, Mu Yi's expression darkened; the mist was dispelled by the most primitive means.

This was unavoidable; the mist's greatest value lies in enabling surprise attacks, and although there is no explicit prerequisite, there is in fact one: one's own strength.

When facing an opponent of comparable strength, the mist lets you seize the initiative; against a weaker foe, it lets you do as you please.

But the problem is, against a stronger opponent the mist can only serve to buy time.

Just as now, Mu Yi dared not approach the monster, but the monster continually probed Mu Yi's position with dense, wide‑ranging attacks.

Fortunately, such broad, dense attacks lose much of their intensity; relying on the wings on his back and the sword in his hand, Mu Yi circles the monster, trying to keep it from locating him.

Within the mist, the monster and Mu Yi began a game of hide‑and‑seek.

But outside the mist, as Chuyi seized Mu Yi's Mountain Water God's position and refined the Mountain Water Seal with willpower, his grasp of earthly authority became more refined.

Even with the city's various magical devices and rites trying to stop it, the earth still trembled under Chuyi's control.

The earth's tremors inevitably began to intensify; if measured by magnitude, it was actually not high—total destruction would be a fantasy—but the earth, along with Chuyi's actions, was steadily increasing its tremor level.

The armies of both sides, originally locked in fierce battle, were also affected; unlike the Mongol side, which stumbled east and west, Mu Yi's troops strangely synchronized with the earth's tremors when facing the quake.

You are affected, I am not—what more is there to say about this war?

"Kill!"

Chang Haoran launched the first charge; his shock cavalry, already versed in tremor warfare, became like a tiger with wings in this environment, its power instantly surging—opponents who could previously hold them off now lost all resistance and were swept away in an instant.

"The enemy is in disarray! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

No further command was needed; after Mu Yi held back the Mongol ruler and Chuyi triggered the earth‑quake, all officers understood what they should do.

The Mongol side completely lost its ability to resist; although those Mongol officers could fight on trembling ground, in a large‑scale battle what matters most is not strong officers but the basic soldiers.

Because of the earth‑quake, the Mongol troops' line here was fragmented; soldiers often fell from instability, so the Mongol army could only guarantee minimal combat effectiveness.

Meanwhile, Mu Yi's troops seized the opportunity and began a wholesale slaughter.

"Ao Mo, take people and charge in, destroy anything suspicious!"

Mu Yi barely managed to relay the message to Ao Mo through their contract.

As the wielder of this divine ability, even if he could not fully suppress the enemy single‑handedly, he now at least gained a slight advantage.

Having received the order, Ao Mo directly ignored the Mongol officers before him, bore the enemy's spear, then led a group charging into the city.

The Mongol officers attempting to pursue were immediately blocked by Zhou Zhengye's men; even though the Mongol troops' combat power was recovering as they adapted to the quake, even before this they would have struggled to break through infantry lines, let alone now.

"Don't even think about getting past!"

The Mongol commander‑in‑chief, serving as supreme commander, now understood Ao Mo's intent and directly led his men to charge at Ao Mo.

Every front line was locked in a death grip, and the tremor's effect left them extremely passive.

Even though a commander should ideally avoid the front line, at this moment only he and his nearby Mongol troops could possibly stop Ao Mo—no one else could.

Even if they had to drag out their lives, they absolutely could not let Ao Mo pass.

Both sides' officers were capable commanders; in this basically clear situation, no further direction was needed—just kill the enemy before you.

"Prepare to die!"

Hundreds of explosive arrows shot forth; Yi Yuluo also received Mu Yi's order and, at any cost, helped Ao Mo break through.

Like Ao Mo, Yi Yuluo directly led the Sun‑Shooting Battalion behind him, pouring all essence, energy, and spirit into the arrows and firing them fiercely toward Ao Mo's front.

Ao Mo's front line instantly burst into a blood mist; without hesitation, drenched in the crimson haze, he turned himself red and then charged straight into the city.