Chapter 1489: Tujian Mai: White-Bearded Old Man... Holy Shit! Uncle, Who the Hell Are You?

Hak's head exploded with blood, and the space around his skull was shattered by the shockwave.

At this moment, his entire brain felt no longer his own.

Although he had become a wraith and could no longer feel physical pain.

But what he could no longer feel was merely bodily suffering.

The pain inflicted by Bai Hu Zi now was unquestionably soul-deep agony... The terrifying vibrations transmitted into the earth, causing the entire land to tremble, heaving up and down like an earthquake of magnitude eight.

"...... An earthquake-type attack? No, it's more like a force was driven into the ground, triggering an earthquake! If that's true, then just how powerful is this attack?"

Grandmaster Dama barely kept his composure and rose into the air.

Zhang Mingbei also rose into the air at the same time.

Yet, both soon realized Zhao Xu was still standing in place.

They turned their gazes toward him and found Zhao Xu staring blankly at his feet; before they could ask, Zhao Xu's trembling voice reached them.

"...... The crust has been shattered! These vibrations have penetrated into the mantle!"

Grandmaster Dama: "!!!"

Zhang Mingbei: ""

After realizing what Zhao Xu had said, Grandmaster Dama and Zhang Mingbei nearly doubted their own ears.

The shockwave had traveled through dozens of kilometers of crust and entered the mantle! This is something a human being could never accomplish! You might as well say that... the giant with the white crescent beard shattered the entire Asian landmass.

As if sensing their thoughts, Zhao Xu fell silent for a moment, then said, "...... About that."

"...... What about that?"

"A few more strikes like that, and Asia... will probably split into several continents... No! Most of it will likely sink into the ocean."

Zhao Xu swallowed hard, his face growing even more grim, "Actually... right now, Asia is barely holding together."

Grandmaster Dama: ""

Zhang Mingbei: ""

We're not well-read—don't scare us like this.

Aren't we still fighting enemies from another realm? Why does it sound like after this battle, entire continents will sink into the sea?

Far away, Qi Mu Nanxiong silently opened the Jiezhugong Society livestream and began broadcasting this epic battle.

Tony Isn't the Richest: "The world's great war has begun!"

Tony Isn't the Richest: "Too bad I didn't get to join this battle."

I Am the Hou Jue: "I didn't get a spot to fight either—did I say anything?"

Luo Hao: "At this moment, I should also be in that world... One moment of weakness!"

Mount Penglai's Kaguya: "No need to speak! Just watch the battle."

I've Got Popcorn Ready!

Tujian Mai: "I'm admiring Old Man's heroic stance right now."

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Tujian Mai: "Wait...! Holy shit... who the hell is this guy with golden hair and a white beard?"

Tujian Mai saw the younger version of Bai Hu Zi and froze.

Uncle, who are you? Miss Xia Shizi: "It's shocking, but... that really is Bai Hu Zi."

Tujian Mai: "......"

Tujian Mai choked on her disbelief.

The Bai Hu Zi in the memory replica didn't look like this—was this the younger Bai Hu Zi? But didn't everyone in the Jiezhugong Society say the Top of the Head War was already over? Who can explain this to her! The more Tujian Mai thought, the more dizzy and confused she became.

My Sister Is Not Cute: "Don't overthink it! Old Man Bai Hu Zi just used some special feature in the Jiezhugong Society to reverse his aging."

Tujian Mai: "...... Hahaha! So that's how it is."

Okay... that's an explanation.

Although the younger version of Bai Hu Zi looked utterly bizarre, after enduring it for a while, Tujian Mai admitted she could barely accept it.

At this moment.

On the battlefield.

A black radiance suddenly surged up from afar.

Wugeng Liuli, cradling Ophis, soared past the three Weida Sect masters.

Her jet-black wings spread wide, shrouding her body in dark mist; her expression was calm and gentle, like a dark angel fallen to earth.

"Judgment of Sin!"

Wugeng Liuli raised her palm and casually slashed downward; the distant air twisted, and three black crosses rose into the sky.

Black chains bound three golden-skulled kings to the black crosses.

"Bear your sins! Bear your judgment! In the name of my Black Cat."

Jet-black flames ignited, burning the souls of the golden-skulled kings; the golden-skulled kings trembled violently, their agonized screams erupting suddenly.

Like wailing ghosts.

Simultaneously, their spiritual presence rapidly faded.

Wait a moment—what is this?! The three Weida Sect masters watched this scene and felt their scalps prickling.

Although Black Cat's tone sounded absurdly otaku, seeing her power and appearance... they couldn't help wondering—could Black Cat really be a fallen angel? Grandmaster Dama swallowed hard, his voice dry, "...... I just want to ask! Do fallen angels actually exist in this world? Hahaha! And these crosses—does that mean hell is real? I've learned something today."

"Before today, if someone told you giants existed—and that one giant was this strong, capable of piercing through the mantle—would you believe it?"

Zhao Xu glanced at Bai Hu Zi, who was rubbing the corpse of the Death God Hak, and asked coldly.

Grandmaster Dama: "......"

If you'd said that earlier, I'd have replied—sure, I believe your lies, you old bastard.

But now... Grandmaster Dama said he was exhausted and didn't want to answer.

The underground caves had already been eradicated, and he was about to retire... Two joys combined should have brought even greater happiness, so why did he suffer such a shock right before retirement? Why! Zhang Mingbei: "......"

Old Zhang's thoughts were completely different from Grandmaster Dama's.

He was thinking seriously: Are these guys really Earthlings? No! Zhang Mingbei suddenly realized.

If these guys were truly Earthlings, then back during the Underground Caves War, would it have been fought so fiercely? Any one of them could have led humanity in a counterattack on the underground caves.

At that point, it would have been... the monstrous beasts of the underground caves crying and wailing, desperately begging for mercy, but to no avail, finally resisting and being killed, then entering every household to make an immortal contribution to further enriching the national cuisine......