Chapter 330: Mushroom Cloud

As for letting Meng Yifan and his son get a three-kilometer head start, that distance was nothing; at Lang Batian's speed, he could charge across it in a few seconds. It was simply not an issue.

"Strange. Could Meng Yifan really trust me so much that he believes I'll let them leave once I obtain the Innate Spirit Essence? A reincarnated great being couldn't possibly be this naive, could he?"

"Could it be that after Meng Yifan's reincarnation, his sanity hasn't fully recovered, which is why he thinks I would let both him and his son go?"

Lang Batian was puzzled and felt that something was wrong. However, he now held the winning hand; Meng Yifan was already injured and his strength greatly diminished, and with Meng Dayong as a burden, there was simply no chance for a comeback.

Lang Batian stopped overthinking it, waiting only to obtain the Innate Spirit Essence before going all out to finish off Meng Yifan.

Soon, they arrived at Heixiazi Mountain. As soon as Lang Batian arrived, he felt flustered and uneasy, his whole body uncomfortable, as if a great disaster were imminent. This feeling made him extremely distressed.

Lang Batian cautiously surveyed the surrounding environment and found that the nearby area was filled with jagged rocks; there were no other powerful figures in ambush, nor were there any other abnormalities. This left Lang Batian wondering where his inner unease was coming from.

On a hilltop three kilometers away, Spirit Power surged from Meng Yifan's body, as if he were doing his utmost to separate the Innate Spirit Essence from his Divine Soul Origin.

Lang Batian looked forward to obtaining the Innate Spirit Essence, but the longer he stayed there, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"Hurry up, don't play any tricks," Lang Batian urged.

"What's the rush? Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?" Meng Yifan laughed and cursed, then pressed the Detonator.

The Mushroom Bomb buried thirty meters underground was detonated instantly. In a split second, a violent thermonuclear fission occurred inside the Mushroom Bomb, like a volcanic eruption. The earth instantly collapsed, and a mass of scorching, intense light expanded outward, as if a new Greater Yang had risen from beneath the ground. The surrounding rocks and trees were vaporized in an instant.

The intense light emerging from the ground was blindingly white, brighter than ten thousand Greater Yangs. Caught off guard, Lang Batian stared directly at the light radiation of the Mushroom Bomb. He suddenly felt excruciating pain in his pupils, as if they had been pierced by awls. His eyes felt as if they had gone blind, unable to see anything, and two lines of bloody tears streamed from his eye sockets.

"What kind of Immortal Art is this? Why didn't I sense any Spirit Power fluctuations?" Lang Batian was puzzled. In the critical moment, he had no time to think; he kept his eyes tightly shut and sprinted toward the outside of the mountain at top speed.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The Mushroom Bomb exploded violently, and waves of scorching flames erupted from the ground. The temperature in the Valley instantly soared to tens of millions of degrees, and the rocks were burned into magma.

Lang Batian was a Level 5 Demon Beast with a very tough body, but being at the center of the Mushroom Bomb explosion, the tens of millions of degrees of high heat still instantly burned his skin and flesh to shreds.

Lang Batian felt his skin, muscles, and bones burning; even his internal organs felt a searing pain, as if they too were being scorched by the flames, causing him to howl in agony.

"Turtle Spirit Armor!" At the moment of life and death, Lang Batian let out a roar. A piece of turtle shell on his chest suddenly erupted with a hazy blue light and expanded violently, forming a large, mottled turtle shell filled with an aura of antiquity, shrouding Lang Batian's body.

This piece of turtle shell was something Lang Batian had obtained by chance from a mysterious cave. The records left there indicated that this turtle shell was the remains of a turtle-type Great Demon from the ancient era who had attained the Dao and ascended to Heaven.

Unfortunately, the turtle shell had been stored for too long; the long passage of time had caused the incomparably hard shell to slowly deteriorate.

When Lang Batian obtained the turtle shell, it was already tattered and could only be used three more times.

The first time Lang Batian used it, the turtle shell blocked the Flying Sword of a Fifth Grade Middle Tier Cultivator, allowing him to escape safely. The second time he used it, it even blocked a full-strength strike from a Level 5 Peak Great Demon.

This was the third time Lang Batian used the Ghost Spirit Armor, and also the last. He believed the ancient turtle shell would protect his body just as it had the previous two times, allowing him to survive this world-destroying explosion.

"Boom—!" The earth shook, and an irresistible shockwave expanded from the center of the explosion. The Turtle Spirit Armor inside Lang Batian's body bore the brunt of it, like a fragile egg being smashed hard by a Big Iron Hammer.

"Crack! Crack!" The Turtle Spirit Armor appeared like shattered glass, with crisscrossing cracks appearing all over it, and then with a crash, it completely disintegrated.

"Oh no!" The moment the Ghost Spirit Armor shattered, Lang Batian hurriedly unleashed his Supernatural Secret Art, the Wolf God Horn.

This time, Lang Batian enlarged the Wolf God Horn, shrouding it outside his body to resist the shockwave formed by the Mushroom Bomb explosion.

Lang Batian was like a small boat in a stormy sea, tumbling continuously as it was struck by the waves. Every impact felt like being struck by Thunder, causing his internal organs to vibrate violently and making him vomit blood repeatedly.

The Mushroom Bomb explosion formed a mushroom cloud two thousand meters wide and four thousand meters high. Even in Luolong County, five hundred kilometers away from Heixiazi Mountain, people saw the giant mushroom cloud rising in the distant sky and felt the earth trembling; even the sturdy city walls cast from concrete swayed a few times.

The birds and Demon Beasts flying across the sky felt a strong gale blow past, causing them to sway and collide with each other, falling directly from the high altitude.

"Heavens, is this an earthquake? Or a volcanic eruption?"

"What happened in the direction of Heixiazi Mountain? How could such a huge mushroom cloud rise up?"

"Lord Meng ran off in that direction. Do you think this could be an Immortal Art cast by Lord Meng?"

"That's impossible, right? We're five hundred kilometers away and we can still feel such a strong tremor. The power is just too great. Only the might of Heaven could be this terrifying; even an Immortal Cultivator couldn't cast such a world-destroying Immortal Art."

In Luolong County, the crowd discussed it fervently, and even the Monster Army outside the city stared in stunned silence, looking at the giant mushroom cloud in the distant sky in disbelief.

Hu Dameng had practiced a type of ocular secret technique. At this moment, he channeled his Demon Power into his eyes, making them glow with golden light, and looked toward the mushroom cloud five hundred kilometers away.

"Eh! That's Lord Lang Batian! He's tumbling inside that mushroom cloud. Oh no, his situation is terrible. My heavens, could a mushroom cloud with such immense power really be an Immortal Art cast by Meng Yifan? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Hu Dameng muttered in disbelief.

"Such terrifying power? This is at least comparable to the destructive power of a Grade 6 Cultivator, right? How could it possibly be an Immortal Art cast by Meng Yifan?"

Even from five hundred kilometers away, Zhu Meimei still felt her heart pounding with fear. If she were at the center of the explosion, she believed she would be blown to pieces instantly, leaving not even bones behind.