Chapter 268: The Stubborn Bull Demon

When he swung this sword, Li En himself didn't expect that his strongest strike required no actual blade.

"Skerva (Sword of Severance)!"

The sword model symbolizing severance, infused with massive magical energy, solidified into a field-like blade resembling a force shield.

This was Li En's second time using this Dragon Tongue incantation; his best expectation was to use the massive sword shape to repel the beast.

The thick scales, bark-like hide, and hellfire-composed skin, along with the metallic clangs when he'd clashed with Hela and Claire, had already told Li En how incredibly hard this flesh infused with a trace of divinity could be.

"How is this possible!"

But when the transparent force blade descended, every witness froze.

The spectators outside even stood up one by one, staring in stunned silence as the giant sword fell.

In fact, Li En himself was stunned.

"How is this possible? How could it cut through so easily?!"

The massive blade descended, and the beast's arm, once as hard as hellfire steel, met it—and split clean in two like paper sliced by a kitchen knife.

Only when the massive wrist and half the arm crashed to the ground did green-flamed blood gush forth.

"Moo!!"

The giant beast bellowed in agonized pain.

Its demonic crimson eyes filled with confusion—it had sensed no threat, no killing intent, yet one of its hands had been effortlessly severed.

It wasn't over. Without its arm to block, the ethereal blade continued downward, tearing open the flesh of its chest.

A massive wound was carved out, spewing green flame-blood like a volcanic eruption, even forming a pool of hellfire across the battlefield.

"Moo!"

The enraged beast wildly swung its remaining arm—it clearly wasn't without pain.

Li En's sudden, unexpected strike caused the frenzied Urda Bull Demon to scream in agony.

Only then did Li En remember his "Demolisher"—he had once again underestimated the power of the spirit soul Sul.

Its only, unadorned trait: in its peak, it could wound true gods, let alone this twisted creation with only a trace of divinity.

The "Demolisher," already elevated by Li En to Diamond rank, fused onto the force blade imbued with the concept of "severance," became an unstoppable Sword of Damocles.

This "justified ambush" delivered to the Urda Bull Demon a farewell gift it would never forget.

"Crack!"

The next instant, Li En was effortlessly blasted backward, slamming hard into the wall and cratering it.

"Li En!!"

No one expected that Li En's first strike had drawn all the hatred.

But unlike Hela and Claire, who were above Grand Warrior rank, could Li En, merely third-rank, truly withstand such a blow?

"Tastes good." He spat a mouthful of blood, shook his head, and seemed perfectly fine.

As the smoke cleared, Li En stood up directly—no fractures at all.

The black armor glowed faintly with dark radiance; against an attack of this level, it hadn't even cracked—clearly no ordinary gear.

In fact, the armor had softened in time to absorb the impact, sparing Li En from blunt trauma. He shook off the ash clinging to his body and rejoined the front line.

Leaving aside other matters, combat had proven: his armor and his body had decent defense indeed.

Perhaps, he truly could stand at the very front of this war, becoming the main force against divine monsters.

"Crack!"

Then, Li En was slammed directly into the ground.

There was no help for it—he'd drawn hatred too solidly, and the frontline shield-bearers simply couldn't hold back this beast.

This was the result of losing control of aggro and getting too close—the frenzied Bull Demon chased Li En and beat him!

"Moo!"

As the beast suddenly raised its head and roared, the world twisted again.

Vines and grass exploded wildly, growing taller than a person, sprouting claws and teeth, tearing at every living thing nearby.

Urda Bull Demon was not born a warrior—it was a corrupted seed of the World Tree, originally a pure "natural creation." Now, relying solely on its bloodline's battle instinct, its extreme physical hardness made it far beyond what this squad could easily contain.

Another wave of corrupted creatures activated, dealt with and resisted by second-line warriors.

"Don't scatter, hold formation! Those below Grand Warrior, stay clear of it! Mages, prepare fire spells…" A Huiguang Guard was still organizing.

It seemed neither his captain Claire nor Li En had paid him any mind.

But now, after the initial chaos, the planned tactic was finally executed.

Top-tier warriors restrained the monster's attacks, while the primary damage dealers—sorcerers and mages—launched volley after volley of fire arrows and fireballs.

Though hellish creatures generally had high fire resistance, Urda Bull Demon's body was half-wooden, born of the World Tree—surely it wouldn't resist fire well? The World Tree was famously vulnerable to fire; every named tree in history had been burned.

"Detected high fire resistance. Activate backup plan."

Reality always proved too stubborn to handle.

Fire arrows and fireballs barely even scuffed the surface—this "tree" truly could resist fire!

This wasn't due to faulty intelligence; Urda Bull Demon was far too rare. Finding even basic data was luck, and every specimen differed wildly—now they'd have to test and adapt as they fought.

"Keep going. Mages, don't stop casting."

The next moment, sorcerers and mages unleashed a barrage of magic missiles, arcane shocks, and missile storms—relying on the reliable damage of force magic for steady output.

"Boom!"

The magical light exploded, forcing the beast to recoil instinctively—but everyone could see: such minor wounds had negligible effect.

"Resistance to force damage?! Not high magic resistance—this is a divine being!"

Bad intelligence was quickly confirmed by reality.

Ice, lightning, acid—all tested, all ineffective.

Even the faintest trace of divine heritage granted terrifying universal resistance.

Next, the squad's frontline fighters "discovered" with dismay: even swordsmen and warriors had little effect.