In the Chaos Battlefield, a cacophony of savage roars erupted, echoing from ancient times right into the present.
Dozens of terrifying Disaster Beasts loomed over the battlefield. Most were great monsters, and a few even had the audacity to be called Demon Kings!
A nine-headed bird was shrouded in swirling black clouds. As it flapped its wings, one could faintly hear the howling winds and the moaning of vengeful souls; the earth trembled as some giant monster bulldozed beneath the ground; furious winds whipped across the battlefield…
“Hahaha, that little punk is mine!”
“These humans are truly pathetic; they can’t even muster a bit of fighting spirit. They really should rely on us!”
“Leave me a piece of flesh! I’d like to see if this fiery golden body is as crispy as it sounds!”
These high-tier Disaster Beasts could wreak havoc on a grand scale—capable of toppling cities and annihilating nations.
When they charged in, they indiscriminately crushed anything in their path, friend or foe alike.
The arrival of this ‘reinforcement’ came with a horrifying cost for the enemy forces.
It was a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.
Even the green-wooden defenders on the walls couldn’t help but exchange glances, sensing the wavering in each other’s eyes.
“If the Disaster Beasts attack the city like this on day one, are we going to… be wiped out already?”
“Can Young Hero Li and Commander Qu break through this siege?”
“I just shot an arrow, and it could pierce green stone! But before it even reached that wind beast, it was blown away like a withered leaf…”
“Can we still… win?”
High-tier Disaster Beasts exert a kind of natural intimidation over humans.
They had long been revered above all living beings, considered divine, and the results were evident.
Their mere presence signified catastrophic misfortune.
They were the source of calamities, the embodiment of fear.
Many of the green-wooden defenders were local recruits, and the fear of the Disaster Beasts was ingrained in their very bones.
“You guys are still talking doom and gloom while Young Hero Li is out there fighting for us?!”
Wu Lang, missing a few teeth and bleeding profusely, spoke with a mouth that seemed to be leaking wind.
He swept his gaze around, forcing the terrified soldiers to lower their heads and squash the growing panic.
“There’s always a way out.”
“I haven’t run yet, so why are you scared?!”
Huang Donglai appeared on the wall, looking like he had just come back from a marathon. He had been deep in thought, wondering what Brother Li would do in this situation.
“What if we tie Thunderfire Pills to crossbow bolts and sh**t them out?”
“Even if the bolts can’t harm the enemies, the explosions would at least create some kind of distraction.”
Once Huang Donglai finished, Wu Lang’s eyes brightened with hope.
But they searched high and low…
Hmm?
Where were the remaining Thunderfire Pills?
…
“Young Hero Li, just keep pushing forward.”
Qu Sheng rode upon a snow-white dragon, an aura of the surrounding scenery began to radiate from him.
The inner world could form a field.
The outer world could truly release the visions in one’s heart, affecting heaven and earth.
Li Mo stared blankly; he saw Qu Sheng speaking, and his wild black hair suddenly dusted with frost.
“Who says a general doesn’t remember the names of the dead?”
“I remember…”
Qu Sheng remembered every fallen comrade.
He had grown up poor and enlisted at a young age, starting as a child soldier, a glorified grave-digger on the battlefield.
It was a cushy job too; they’d pilfer valuables from the bodies and stash them away—if the sergeant got his share, he’d turn a blind eye.
But his luck was terrible.
Many times, while scavenging, he encountered survivors who hadn’t yet kicked the bucket.
Because of this, he learned many dying secrets and swiftly advanced through the ranks, gaining an edge by understanding why many were wrapped in horse leather, allowing him to survive further conflicts.
Thus, he memorized many names.
Names that didn’t even make it onto the battle roster.
There was a saying he’d heard countless times:
“Take a piece of me with you and continue living.”
Eventually, Qu the Boy became Qu the Sergeant, Qu the Captain, Qu the Commander…
He had achieved a level of zen; everything fell into place.
Each dying wish formed the mighty Green Wood Commander we see today.
A chorus of hoofbeats, turning sparse into a torrential onslaught, and where Qu Sheng had once stood alone, he was now followed by a thousand troops.
The long-deceased heroes once again stood at his back as bloodied wraiths.
Souls, return!
This was his outer world.
“Today, I go to d*ath with you all, fulfilling a grand regret of my life!”
“Shall we embrace our fates together?!”
Commander Qu, leading over fifty thousand wraiths in battle.
To become the celestial commander!
The wraiths surged across the battlefield, crashing into the tide of Disaster Beasts.
The beasts were savage, but the wraiths had already tasted d*ath; they were more than fearless!
They even carried Thunderfire Pills!
As their bodies began to fall apart, they would dive right onto the Disaster Beasts—kaboom!
In a heartbeat, the high-tier beasts found themselves being pulled and bogged down.
“Commander…”
Li Mo was stealthily perched on his cloud steed.
Silently, he swapped out his hammer for one identical to the last, without anyone noticing.
One could fight an army with the right weapons.
But what if he amplified it with spatial energy?
This spatial energy was no longer what it used to be—his growing realm had allowed him to evolve into a fledgling pocket dimension, but he couldn’t project it out yet.
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However, just moving this power was already mountainous in its gravity.
Li Mo said nothing, enduring the overwhelming energies; even his strong physique felt the strain.
At this moment, he focused solely on one target.
“Han Zhen!”
A massive Disaster Beast blocked the way, and before it could dodge, it was pulverized.
Its shimmering golden light faded away as it burst out of the bl**d mist.
At this moment, every totem around them was dimmed under the pressure of the formidable aura above Li Mo’s head.
The battlefield fell silent.
Suddenly, there was no one else before him because no enemy dared to stand in his way; merely his presence was enough to instill terror in those so-called “brave warriors.”
A god?
Even gods could d*e.
When their omnipotent deity—who commanded calamities—was stopped and killed, the very foundations of faith collapsed.
Unbeknownst to whom, the first to flee did so, triggering a chain reaction, causing a complete rout.
“I didn’t think… You’d really step in front of me.”
“What the heck kind of power is this…?”
Han Zhen also felt a wave of cold sweat breaking out; confusion washed over him as even his dignity as the imperial advisor slipped away.
But he knew he couldn’t flee.
To escape would mean a quicker d*ath.
“But the bl**d sacrifice isn’t enough yet…”
That bl**d-red arm, grotesquely opening its palm, moved uncontrollably, lunging towards Han Zhen’s abdomen.
Han Zhen turned pale.
One of his organs had been devoured.
He formed an ancient hand seal as the Bronze Divine Tree behind him started to collapse and vanish, revealing a bl**d specter emerging from within.
Han Zhen, arms raised to the sky, wore a sickly manic grin:
“bl**d God grants me eternity! What will you use to k*ll me?!”
“I am the Great Shang’s imperial advisor! And you… a mere guardian of the royal mausoleum…”
A terrifying and ancient aura descended.
Countless bl**d-laden tendrils began to envelop Han Zhen.
It seemed as if something was using him as a vessel.
In the murky depths, a pair of eyes watched Li Mo, filled with boundless malice and greed.
“The Great Shang’s imperial advisor?”
Li Mo remained unfazed, staring at the one who believed himself to be the supreme ruler, once controlling thousands beneath him.
He spat out a mouthful of bloodied saliva.
“Go f*ck yourself!”
Boom——
The Celestial Catastrophe Hammer erupted with excited rumblings, finally able to smash something to bits as if it were a vortex, welcoming all power within.
“d*e!”
Han Zhen met this hammer head-on; with each inch of his skin, layers were peeled away, revealing the flesh underneath.
He couldn’t even use any secret arts anymore.
Similarly, Li Mo couldn’t activate the luminous gold shield that was supposedly unbeatable!
“As long as I survive this hammer…”
The bl**d specter behind Han Zhen began to roar in a frenzy.
That freakishly strong arm devoured boundless bl**d energy, grotesquely detaching from Han Zhen’s shoulder and stretching endlessly.
Then it wrapped itself like layers of a cocoon around him.
Li Mo wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
Eighty was arriving as scheduled!
Why were the stars getting closer?
No, it wasn’t the stars coming nearer.
The sky was collapsing!
Heaven-spinning Hammer!
Military might, celestial combat secrets, seven enigmatic pills, spatial forces… all converged at this moment upon this hammer!
Boom——
The flesh cocoon was pulverized, and within, Han Zhen was flung backward, suspended in the air, still wearing a look of disbelief.
In a haze, Li Mo merged with the bl**d-soaked warrior spirit adeptly fighting behind him, shielding him from sight.
The bl**d god phantom behind Han Zhen, at this moment, seemed like morning dew evaporating under the sun.
“bl**d Phoenix Essence… ancestral spirits… bl**d God… save me!”
Han Zhen’s fears were in vain.
His ambition of national revival was not resolute; he was merely borrowing the name of rebuilding for a roll-back of ambitions, all of which became null under this hammer.
The air on the battlefield seemed to solidify.
Han Zhen.
Dead!
Li Mo watched as the figure dissipated.
Finally, he couldn’t stop his vision from blacking out; reluctantly putting away the Celestial Hammer, but he dared not release the breath stuck in his chest.
He had achieved the feat of eliminating a military leader.
Yet he remained in the midst of an army.
Surrounded by wolves.
But Little Li could barely stand, let alone move a finger, not to mention calling upon his Nimbus Cloud.
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PS: This could have been done earlier, but last time an audience member complained I got stuck at a crucial part. So this time, I pulled an all-nighter to finish this segment.
It was torture; I humbly ask the audience to recharge my motivation.
