Chapter 212: Defeat

Naimi Xisi instantly flung dozens of Force Walls to isolate himself, and the beam's speed was near light speed; in the blink of an eye, he had no time to lay down additional layers of defense.

Just as the stellar beam was about to strike Bige Bi's Grappling Palm, a flash of dazzling green light suddenly flickered before the giant palm.

"Is that the Artifact?!" Naimi Xisi instantly recognized the sword silhouette within the green light.

A green, energy long sword, perfectly matching the Artifact called Harvest Manifestation described in the information transmitted by Shana and her group.

Harvest Manifestation descended from the heavens, its blade shimmering with mysterious green radiance as energy currents surged around it. The ten‑meter‑wide beam struck the green energy long sword dead on, and at the moment of impact, light splintered in all directions, as if countless stars exploded simultaneously.

The tremendous impact compressed the surrounding air, creating visible shockwaves that radiated outward. The green energy long sword trembled slightly under the beam's force yet stubbornly resisted, its blade's radiance flickering as if engaged in a fierce duel with the beam.

"What? How is this possible! How could anyone resist the power of my god!"

Duzula Ershi, wielding a great hammer to unleash power, widened his eyes in disbelief, his hand gripping the hammer trembling slightly.

Sensing his master's wavering confidence, the beam's radiance gradually dimmed until it finally vanished into nothingness.

Harvest Manifestation blocked the beam's attack but suffered heavy damage; although the blade bore no obvious cracks, its green radiance dimmed greatly, nearly disappearing.

"Qi A Ti Zi!!"

Duzula Ershi gritted his teeth, glowering at the floating Artifact, and opened his mouth to unleash a spiraling thrust of blood‑flame dragon breath.

"Great Dragon, the rest is yours; Taizka's Hammer may invoke Solar Convergence only once a month, and this use has drained a great deal of its power, leaving it severely weakened."

A faint female voice drifted on the breeze into Naimi Xisi's ear, and upon hearing it he immediately relaxed.

"Only once? Then it's my turn."

Naimi Xisi sneered at Duzula Ershi, casually raised the Dragon Claw Void Point, and the massive Bige Bi Giant Palm instantly shifted form.

A kilometer‑tall flesh giant palm rose like a mountain of flesh between heaven and earth. Suddenly it began to quake violently, and countless flesh fragments burst from its palm.

The flesh fragments shot out like high‑speed cannonballs, hurling powerful shockwaves outward, while the sky‑filled blood flame surged like a raging sea of fire, roaring and sweeping forward.

At the moment flesh met blood flame, a blinding flash erupted in the sky. The blood flame was shattered by the fragments, spraying everywhere and blooming into countless sparks like a fireworks display, while the fragments sizzled under the intense heat, emitting plumes of black smoke.

Naimi Xisi frowned lightly, unsure whether the Force Wall element had weakened after turning into flesh under Zharthek's influence, or whether it was due to the peculiar nature of the blood‑flame breath.

These blood flames could even scorch parts of the Bige Bi Giant Palm.

Nonetheless, Naimi Xisi understood that although Bige Bi's Grappling Palm loses defensive strength in its flesh form, its agility increases dramatically.

For instance, besides the scattered flesh fragments, countless flesh tentacles formed from coagulated flesh shot out from the giant palm, wildly extending toward Duzula Ershi.

The entire giant palm shrank as the tentacles multiplied, eventually vanishing, leaving only tens of thousands of massive flesh tentacles raining from the sky. This is the result of strengthening the Divine Transformation Spell: the once‑indomitable Force Wall turned into arbitrarily gathering and dispersing flesh.

The countless thick flesh tentacles, like serpentine pythons, surged toward Duzula Ershi at breakneck speed, exuding a chilling aura.

Wherever the tentacles struck, the ground was pierced instantly, echoing with thunderous booms. The hard earth, under the assault of the flesh tentacles, crumbled like fragile paper, sending shards of stone and clouds of dust skyward. The countless tentacles pierced the terrain indiscriminately, leaving massive, bottomless pits as if the earth bore the painful scars of this terrifying attack.

Even the aftershocks alone turned the kilometer‑radius around Duzula Ershi into a chaotic, plowed‑out crater, and there was no way the beleaguered Duzula Ershi could fare any better at the attack's epicenter.

A massive tentacle now pierced straight through Duzula Ershi's chest, while countless other tentacles coiled around his body like snakes, binding him tightly.

The Legendary Warrior's formidable power now had no purpose; his withered, blackened mummy face was about to turn crimson, yet he could not free himself from the bonds.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! Let go of me!!!"

"Stop struggling."

Naimi Xisi sneered, leisurely flying to his front; each of those tentacles possessed power comparable to a newly‑ranked Legendary Warrior, and Duzula Ershi's extremely weakened body could not possibly break free.

At this moment, the severely wounded Duzula Shiliu Shi barely regained mobility, stumbling forward to stand before the second, gazing at him with a bleak stare.

"Ancestor, you have failed."

!

Duzula Ershi was silent for a moment, then rasped a coarse, angry roar: "Damned heretics, how dare you insult the chosen of the Sun God!"

"I was defeated, but your apocalypse will also come, heh heh heh, my descendants, when my god descends, dawn and dusk will no longer fall; only an endless, lonely, icy night will accompany you!"

Naimi Xisi curled his lip, thinking that they'd been beaten into this mess yet still spouted grandiose words; he'd love to see, after a hundred years, when those gods are unsealed, how they'll still swagger after the continent's churches are eradicated and all six chosen avatars are dead!

Duzula Shiliu Shi, facing the second's curse, felt no anger, merely gazed calmly and said, "They will not come."

"What?" Duzula Ershi, still fuming, instinctively asked in bewilderment at the inexplicable remark.

"The evil gods will not return."

"Because," he turned toward Naimi Xisi, knelt on one knee, and lowered his proud, eagle‑like head.

"I have already found our savior, our Amai Ya."

Naimi Xisi twitched the corner of his eye, glanced left and right, found no one around, and the green long sword had already vanished, leaving him speechless—how could these natives all be playing the same game?

"Him? Amai Ya? A giant dragon from another continent? Hahaha, you fool, those outsiders are here to seize your lands and plunder your wealth!"

(End of Chapter)