Chapter 464: Melee!

The heart of slaughter and contention began to gradually boil over.

"Tang Xuanzang, he's much stronger than expected," several god-demons of the Divine Alliance muttered inwardly as they walked.

Initially, Tang Luo was merely a rising new star on the Divine Alliance's list, designated as a third-tier god-demon walker.

But with a series of later events—such as Adwin (son of Bian Que), suspected to be Tang Xuanzang's doing, and the disappearance and death of Bloody Mary—Tang Luo was gradually elevated to fourth-tier god-demon walker.

Then, when Tang Luo took command of the Dragon King's Vessel, the Divine Alliance began to regard him as being of the level of the Seven Swords and Five Absolutes.

The Dragon King himself is a powerhouse of this tier; if Tang Luo initially taking command of the Dragon King's Vessel was a trap,

as time passed and the opposing side still controlled the vessel, that would prove it wasn't.

The Martial World Mythos would never hand over such a vital stronghold as the Dragon King's Vessel to someone weaker than the Dragon King—someone who couldn't hold it.

Therefore, Tang Xuanzang being a powerhouse of this tier is beyond doubt.

Yet now, the members of the Divine Alliance realize they still underestimated him.

Based on the strength he's currently displaying, he's likely already surpassed the fourth tier and reached the level of a fifth-tier powerhouse.

The grading of god-demon walkers has always been simple and crude: fourth tier means being able to pierce through a battlefield of hot weapons.

Fifth tier means rising to the destructive and combat power of "one man against a nation," possessing the capability to go toe-to-toe with a modern state equipped with normal armaments.

Among god-demon walkers who have reached this level are the Red Essence Daoist and Jiang Shang of the Martial World Mythos, as well as the founder of the Divine Alliance.

All of them are reclusive "old monsters."

Now, there's one more—Tang Xuanzang.

What baffles the Divine Alliance is that, according to the records, the opposing side became a god-demon walker only a little over a year ago.

How did he rocket up like he'd strapped on a rocket?

Could it be that the Martial World Mythos and Walk Near Science deliberately misled?

Doubt remains doubt, awe remains awe, but these members of the Divine Alliance now feel even more strongly that Tang Xuanzang must be utterly retained in this mission.

Miss this village, and there'll be no such shop.

Without further ado, the bearer of the Sun God Apollo's fate directly assumed an archer's stance.

A golden bow and arrow formed in his hands, and he released.

Without any sound, a stream of light instantly crossed the black lake—neither small nor large—and shot toward Tang Luo.

Interestingly, the surge of black beastmen rushing toward Tang Luo at this moment instead became an obstruction.

After the light arrow pierced through the black surge, its originally blinding glow dimmed, leaving only a trace of power—it was merely a probing attempt.

Tang Luo raised his hand, flicked his finger.

The light arrow shattered and vanished; he immediately pressed his palms together, while the flames beside him were compressed considerably.

The surrounding black surges grew even more tumultuous.

Before the Martial World Mythos faction could launch a counterattack, another burst of hurried footsteps came from the other side.

A group arrived.

Leading them was none other than Zhu Bajie and Ao Yu Lie, plus Kongming, Zhao Hongmiao, and several remaining god-demon walkers of the Martial World Mythos.

After them came over twenty more, including god-demon walkers from both the West and the East.

"Which bastard dared lay hands on my master!"

Zhu Bajie appeared shouting and cursing, but his somewhat disheveled appearance and unstable aura clearly showed he'd also suffered serious injury—strong on the outside, weak within.

Apollo gave no reply; he couldn't respond to that.

Zhu Bajie and his group arrived at the Martial World Mythos side, and the three sides' strength—at least in terms of numbers—now looked somewhat balanced.

However, the problem was that the god-demon walkers who had originally followed them—those Western god-demon walkers—suddenly shifted their gaze, then ran off to the other side.

This provoked the Divine Alliance members into a burst of loud laughter, using it to undermine the Martial World Mythos's momentum.

"What the hell are you laughing at!"

Kratos, with his explosive temper, flung out a Chaos Blade.

The short knife at the end of the chain lunged at the Divine Alliance, directly opening the curtain of battle.

"So direct."

Zhu Bajie muttered, picked up his hammer, and went after Apollo.

The melee thus unfolded.

On this side, the Divine Alliance had fewer experts than the Martial World Mythos, but more in overall numbers.

Both sides barely fought to a standstill.

The third-party faction was somewhat speechless: "Can't you first finish the Corrupt Blood mission? I see that monk can barely hold on anymore!"

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant rang out: "Great enemy before us, and you patrons still want to fight among yourselves—truly unwise."

Look, that monk thinks the same way.

Can't you wait until the mission is done before you fight?

"Roar!"

Tang Luo made no move, and no one could persuade him to stand down.

A deafening beast's roar echoed back and forth, leaving many dazed and dizzy.

Upon regaining their senses, they saw a monstrous beast as tall as a three-story building appear on the field.

Three ferocious beast heads, resembling wolves and dogs, with black fur, and near the head and on the back, black poisonous snakes danced wildly.

Behind it was a thick tail covered in black scales, its tip bearing ferocious bone spurs, like a dragon's tail.

The three beast heads had eyes glowing with cruel red light, seeking to devour humans.

Sharp teeth were exposed with the beast's roar, poisonous saliva continuously dripping from the mouth, falling to the ground and directly corroding it, emitting a foul white mist, as if concentrated sulfuric acid.

Cerberus, the Three-Headed Hound of Hell!

But upon closer inspection, one would discover this terrifying giant beast displayed a certain degree of insubstantiality, like a phantom, not a physical entity.

It was not a true Three-Headed Hound come into being.

It was the Fate Holder temporarily transforming himself, gaining formidable combat power for a short time.

Fate Fragments obviously didn't only contain humans, but also beasts.

The moment the colossal Three-Headed Hound appeared, it lunged at the three enemies, its bloody maws opening wide, generating a powerful suction force like a vortex.

Those Divine-Demon Walkers weren't strong in power, fundamentally having no way to contend against it.

Just as they were about to "perish in the hound's maw," another roar rang out.

Unlike the beast roar filled with ferocity just now, this roar combined tiger's howl and dragon's chant, full of majesty, divine might like a prison.

A dragon claw extended from the void, slapping heavily onto the Three-Headed Hound with one claw.

The Three-Headed Hound's massive body flew backward, leaving a broad trace on the ground.

A silver-white Eastern Dragon appeared, entangling in combat with the Three-Headed Hound.

One could see this dragon was also like the Three-Headed Hound, belonging to an uncondensed state.

But the combat power of both ferocious beasts still exceeded most people on the field; no Divine-Demon Walker could approach or intervene in their battlefield.

Ao Yulie appeared to be fighting the Three-Headed Hound in a deadlock, but in reality he firmly controlled the situation.

Not letting this little dog escape his control.

On the other side, Kratos and his son were held up by the elusive Trickster God Loki.

Loki frequently vanished and disappeared, leaving Kratos and his son somewhat helpless.

Meanwhile Zhu Bajie was grabbing the Sun God Apollo and hammering him chaotically, hammering Apollo into continuous retreat, inwardly shocked at the strength of this enemy who had suddenly appeared.

Absolutely a master at their Twelve Olympians level.

But the Gods' Alliance had never known of him; fortunately he was exposed this time, otherwise in future conflicts as a secret weapon he would be enough to give the Gods' Alliance a real headache.

Apollo was slightly distracted, and the giant hammer neared before his eyes.

Unable to dodge, he had no choice but to reach out to block.

Dazzling golden light formed a giant shield, which shattered instantly under the hammer blow, and the whole person flew backward, smashing a large area of rocks.

There was the battlefield of that unfamiliar woman among the Twelve Olympians and several Divine-Demon Walkers.

The ground was a large expanse of hard "stone surface."

That woman's hair turned into writhing little snakes, her cheeks covered in fine dense scales, faintly reflecting a seven-colored halo.

The Gorgon Medusa!

She went all out, "Petrifying Gaze" restraining several Divine-Demon Walkers, including Zhao Hongmiao.

The dangerous gaze could even petrify Zhao Hongmiao's Shadow Knights.

Simultaneously affecting unlucky bastards of the third faction, dragging quite a few Divine-Demon Walkers into the melee.

Yet in the chaotic battle group, there was precisely one person who didn't move a muscle.

Beside this person stood guard War God Ares, Light God Baldr, one originating from the Greek pantheon, one a deity from the Norse pantheon.

Ares needs no elaboration; as War God, a casual grasp forms a weapon, proficient in combat.

As for Light God Baldr, he possesses an undying body!

Under the siege of multiple Divine-Demon Walkers including Kongming, the two still firmly guarded the strange man in the middle.

Kongming's Explosive Sword pierced into Baldr's left shoulder, blowing his entire left arm along with the shoulder to pieces, yet still unable to break through the defense line formed by the two.

To injure that man they were protecting.

"What is he preparing..." several Divine-Demon Walkers could sense it, but were stymied by the two, especially Baldr with his undying body, their defense line difficult to breach in a short time.

Suddenly, that motionless man in the middle abruptly threw back his head, letting out a long howl.

Amidst the long howl, his body began to enlarge, his head also beginning to twist, turning into a bull's head!

"Boom!"

With a huge sound, a thick wall fully ten meters high fell from the sky, followed by a second, a third.

In an instant, high walls fell like rain, dropping onto this area.

Everyone dodged in succession; when everything quieted down.

This area, the position where everyone was located had actually become a labyrinth, all Divine-Demon Walkers trapped within the labyrinth.

The Minotaur, the monster in the Cretan Labyrinth of myth and legend.

Now creating his own labyrinth, temporarily trapping all Divine-Demon Walkers within it.

"Five minutes, I can trap them for five minutes, that's already the limit!" The Minotaur's bovine lowing turned into speech, telling the nine beside him from the Gods' Alliance.

The additionally temporarily recruited people were naturally thrown into the labyrinth, serving as cannon fodder to obstruct enemies.

They could exert a bit of effect at least.

The nine from the Gods' Alliance were outside the labyrinth, looking at Tang Luo in the black lake.

"Attack, crush this monk and the Corrupt Blood together!"

"Wait, what's that?"

Just as the Twelve Olympians of the Gods' Alliance prepared to act, the ground beneath their feet shook violently.

The earth shattered, large amounts of black blood welled up.

"That monk is done for?" Several looked at Tang Luo's tottering figure in the black lake.

The Corrupt Blood began to boil.

This time there were no black beastmen; many people felt their own blood beginning to drain away.

Clearly there were no wounds on their bodies, yet the blood inside them was decreasing inexplicably.

It was as if it had been absorbed by some intangible thing.

"Ugh!"

Quite a few people in the labyrinth suddenly vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, and this blood had, at some unknown time, already turned black.

The power of the Corrupt Blood had actually enveloped this area long ago, invading bit by bit.

Now the moment of eruption had finally arrived!

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist invocation rang out; pale golden flames suddenly surged high, spreading back in turn, and in an instant cleaned up most of the original black lake.

The black blood on the ground began to flow, the sound of flowing water continuously entering the ears.

As large numbers of gods and demons walking the Blood Path had their blood absorbed and fell, all the black blood flowed underground, as if it had never appeared at all.

However, everyone's complexions were quite grave.

They heard burst after burst of heartbeat sounds, feeling that something underground was "awakening", was "being born"!

This thing made them instinctively feel a trace of fear, and trembling!