"What's going on?"
Wei Hong frowned slightly when he saw Pang Chong sit down with a flop.
"We've been discovered!" Pang Chong's face was ashen, and his fingers trembled, cold raindrops hitting his body and face.
He repeated, "We've been seen!"
"What!?" Wei Hong's eyes widened in shock.
To be discovered from several kilometers away required almost a divine intuition.
Swish!
Without any hesitation,
he turned and ran, but had only taken a few steps
when he found himself unexpectedly light, his body rising uncontrollably into the air, his vision spinning.
The tumultuous sky, the torrential curtain of rain, the gloomy forest, and the muddy ground beneath his feet flashed by...
In the gradually blurring and distorting field of view,
the last image he saw was unmistakably that of a headless corpse falling forward.
Bang!
Su Heng fell from the sky.
With his left hand holding a robe wrapped with bone ash, he stamped Wei Hong's head into a pulpy mess.
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"You... I..." An imposing figure over three meters tall cast a tremendous shadow, as if covering the entire sky and the curtain of rain.
Pang Chong, a Family Head from a prominent family, couldn't form a complete sentence in front of Su Heng. He just kept trembling, crawling backward with hands and feet.
Su Heng watched him, feeling an inexplicable disgust at his pathetic state.
"Trash."
Bang!
He pointed forward with his hand.
A streak of black and red energy shot out like a bullet.
The expression on Pang Chong's ugly, dark face froze, and in the next moment, it ripped apart and exploded.
Brains and skull fragments splattered everywhere, and an eyeball with streaks of blood rolled onto the muddy ground at Su Heng's feet, getting crushed underfoot.
"Huuh..."
The world finally quieted down.
Su Heng took a deep breath and dispelled the twisting force field that surrounded them.
He allowed the ice-cold rain to drench him.
Hiss!
As they touched, thick white smoke billowed out.
This was not Su Heng channeling his energy, but rather excess heat accumulated inside his body during the fight, now rapidly dissipating.
Su Heng stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down from a high vantage point.
This location had a good view; the entire battlefield was clearly visible.
The original stronghold had been completely burned to ashes, the blaze extinguished by the rain, leaving a huge crater in its place. Trees in the surrounding forest lay flattened, and the black soil held radiating lines. In some of the lower terrain, murky pools of water had formed.
Further off, some fleeing villagers were taking shelter from the rain in mountain caves.
An incongruous voice rose among the white noise of the pouring rain.
Zhao Meiying joined Su Heng on this stretch of the cliffside.
Her expression was somewhat dark.
Standing beside Su Heng, she even felt somewhat at a loss.
"I'm sorry," Su Heng said, looking down. "I wasn't able to leave him with a complete corpse, but I have gathered the bone ash."
He handed the wrapped bundle he was holding to Zhao Meiying, who vigorously wiped her hands on her robe
before carefully reaching out to take it, "Thank you."
Meanwhile, around the square, the barbarians cloaked in tattered animal hides knelt on the ground, frantically worshipping Tuo Long the Great.
With a wave of his hand, the latter spread a sky full of filthy blood light. This blood light merged into the barbarian Samurai's bodies, contorting and distorting their figures.
The bronze color of their skin rose and blackened, turning into the rough and thick Scale Armor of crocodiles.
Sharp fangs grew inside their mouths, and their faces twisted grotesquely.
Most people couldn't bear it.
They exploded directly.
The few who survived became over two meters tall half-demon monsters, with blood-red eyes, ecstatically howling to the sky.
"Next up is to create more demon servants and sweep through the lands of the three counties of Jiangzhou,"
Tuo Long the Great's eyes glinted red; he breathed heavily,
Excited for the impending slaughter.
Just then,
From within the calming haze, a figure suddenly burst forth.
Tuo Long the Great first stiffened, then turned to look and, recognizing his familiar comrade Kui Lang, he slightly relaxed.
Kui Lang was significantly stronger than Tuo Long the Great.
This time, an avatar had descended.
"Thank you for helping to buy time," Tuo Long the Great started with a cupped fist salute, then spoke with a touch of surprise, "You seem a bit pale; did something go wrong just now?"
"One of my avatars was blown up, and I couldn't retrieve the spiritual soul that resided in it," Kui Lang said, baring his teeth.
"So, what is the purpose of your visit?"
"I want to watch that guy die," Kui Lang's eyes shone fiercely, "I'll help you, but I want to deal with that person myself."
"No problem," Tuo Long the Great nodded in agreement.
"What's your plan?"
"Plan? What need is there for a plan to kill a mortal?" As a death-ranked sovereign able to wield his full power, Tuo Long the Great was extremely confident in his strength. He scoffed calmly, "We are sovereigns reigning supreme over all life, and he is but the challenger. Let him come, and like an ant, I'll crush him underfoot; it's that simple."
"Hahaha!" Kui Lang had just exchanged blows with Su Heng but found nothing wrong with Tuo Long the Great's declaration.
For them, an avatar could only exert so much limited power.
An embodiment like Shen Zheng was already top-notch.
Yet the strength it could harness was barely two or three tenths of their prime.
"A fine plan, I like it," Kui Lang laughed.
"However, before that, we should send him a little gift first," Tuo Long the Great's voice grew more authoritative and heavy, like rolling thunder. Beasts trembled in fear, and the barbarian Samurai who had been blessed were kneeling on the ground, shivering, not daring to look up.
"We are the sovereigns of Demon Country; without the deaths of thousands upon thousands, how can we announce our arrival?"
Tuo Long the Great took a step forward, arriving at the river's edge.
The whole broad river trembled under his feet, boiling, turning pitch-black.
Winds howled around, and dark clouds gathered in the sky.
Boom!
With a blood-colored thunderbolt striking down,
"A millennium ago, we were known as walking catastrophes, mortals were nothing but livestock and dogs we raised,"
Amidst the thundering and flashes, Tuo Long the Great laughed wildly, "And now, the era of old has arrived, and I will use the deaths of millions to proclaim my arrival."
"Let's see how you stop such a catastrophe!"
Boom!
Tuo Long the Great's body swelled inch by inch, his ferocious and dark hand violently reached forward.
The inherently silent and invisible current was forcibly grasped in Tuo Long the Great's hand. Lifting it up, a more than ten-meter-high wave crashed into form.
The tide fell, then rolled up once more in the terrible and dark river, forming even larger waves.
One wave after another, surging forward, swiftly covering the city, blotting out the sky.
At a glance, they were like rolling mountains, with booming sounds.
Pushing horizontally towards the downstream Baihua County.