Chapter 429: The Martial God Appears

A relatively flat stretch of road on the ground suddenly sank downward.

At the same time, the native Henry suddenly felt a tremendous force pressing down from above; caught off guard, his body sank heavily, pinned immovably in place by the overwhelming pressure.

The native Henry gasped in shock, immediately activating his ability to burrow deeper into the earth—but suddenly, countless shards of rock surged toward him from all directions, instantly coalescing into a massive gray-white stone sphere that crushed him at its center.

These shards contained terrifying mental force; even with his native ability to control earth and stone, he could not break free for the moment, roaring in fury as he continuously activated his power, desperate to escape the confinement.

Wang Yu retracted his spiritual awareness, severing the connection to this portion of mental force.

Although this native could block direct mental force from acting on his body, Wang Yu simply anchored the mental force to nearby shards of rock, forming a dragon of mental energy that temporarily trapped him in place.

He then flicked his banner again, his body radiating bright yellow light, significantly increasing his earth-dodging speed; according to his estimate, he would reach the rendezvous point in no more than a few minutes.

At that moment, an inexplicable ripple surged up from the ground, drilling down over a hundred meters before exploding with a "boom," sending concentric shockwaves rippling outward in all directions.

Every particle of soil and rock that touched the shockwave instantly shattered into powder and dust.

The yellow light enveloping Wang Yu's body twisted and deformed upon contact with the shockwave, immediately showing signs of collapse, forcing him to halt his earth-dodging technique.

What is this?

Wang Yu frowned, about to release his spiritual awareness to scan upward—but instantly changed expression, flicking his banner again.

"Puff."

Rolling black mist erupted violently from the banner, instantly engulfing Wang Yu's entire body, forming a massive sphere of pitch-black fog.

Almost simultaneously, the same shockwaves poured in from the ground in dense, countless waves, all converging toward Wang Yu's location.

"Boom boom boom."

On the ground, centered on that stretch of road, hundreds of meters of earth erupted simultaneously, hurling countless shards of rock and soil skyward.

Amid this astonishing spectacle, a black mist burst upward ahead of the shockwaves, shooting toward the boy in midair who was flapping his wings and releasing countless invisible waves downward.

"Number One."

"Zzzt."

At the cry of a woman's voice, a thick silver lightning arc shot out from nearby, striking the unsuspecting black mist in a collision of mist and electricity.

When the black mist rolled apart, dispersing all the lightning, a black-haired youth appeared in midair, holding a bone banner and standing on white clouds.

It was Wang Yu, restored to his true appearance.

He gazed coldly at a woman with golden hair and blue eyes standing atop a large stone below.

Seizing the opportunity, the boy in midair chuckled lightly, spread his wings, and swiftly retreated backward, increasing the distance between himself and Wang Yu.

Just then, a piercing shriek came from the horizon.

A flash of cold light!

A bronze arrow, seven or eight feet long, appeared instantly before the winged boy, blurred once, then shot forward.

"Puff."

The air before the boy rippled with concentric, semi-transparent circular waves.

The bronze arrow slowed drastically—but still flashed forward, piercing through the transparent waves and embedding itself directly into the boy's chest.

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

The winged boy flew backward like a ball, tumbling several times through the air before frantically flapping his wings to regain stability.

His face was pale, eyes filled with fear; his suit was torn open in a large hole, revealing beneath it a layer of silver-white armor, scales overlapping like fish scales, slowly swelling back into place.

"Who?"

The golden-haired woman, witnessing this, turned pale and shouted sharply, rubbing her hands together—thunder roared as she suddenly slapped backward.

"Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt!"

Several silver lightning arcs shot simultaneously toward a spot several meters behind her—where, unnoticed until now, a nondescript gray figure had appeared.

"Little girl, you're young, but your temper's fierce!"

A gruff, elderly voice muttered from the gray figure; he merely shifted his foot slightly, and the lightning arcs "puff, puff" missed, striking the ground before him and leaving behind several charred holes.

The golden-haired woman spun around, finally seeing the gray figure's true face: an elderly Han Chinese man with gray-white hair, deep wrinkles on his forehead, dark skin, a gaunt frame, and a plain gray robe, watching her with a faint, knowing smile.

"Old Man Meng, your stealth is terrible—you were spotted at this distance."

At that moment, a mocking male voice came from the horizon.

Following the sound of tearing air, a figure shot toward them, flames erupting from his back.

After several flashes, he arrived in the sky nearby, stopping a hundred meters ahead of the winged boy—a middle-aged man dressed like an ancient Chinese warrior, clad in golden armor, holding a massive black bow in one hand.

Behind the warrior's armor was a white metal pack, spewing flames that allowed him to hover in midair without falling.

Beneath the warrior, a woman clad in a tight black suit, carrying a long blade in a white scabbard on her back, with ample chest and rounded hips, was hanging in midair by gripping his feet.

"You know nothing—if you hadn't struck first and startled the girl, I wouldn't have been discovered first," muttered the man in gray.

"You two old men, bickering all the way—have you forgotten our mission?" said the black-clad woman below, impatiently. She released her grip, plummeting like a meteor from dozens of meters in the air.

"Boom!" A huge cloud of dust erupted from the ground below.

When the dust cleared, the woman stepped out of a shattered crater; her face was not particularly beautiful, merely pleasant, but an indescribable aura of martial spirit radiated from her brow.

"You're Helena, then. Kill you, and the British Commonwealth won't send anyone else to interfere with our mission." The black-clad woman glanced at the golden-haired woman, raised her hand, and drew her long blade from her back, then slashed her finger across the blade.

A loud "buzz" rose.

The once gleaming, water-clear blade suddenly blurred, emitting a piercing shriek.

Wang Yu watched the three newcomers, his eyes brightening.

"Wu Shen Team."

The golden-haired woman's gaze swept over the three new arrivals—the warrior, the elder, and the black-clad woman—and coldly named their affiliation.