Chapter 1904: 786, Myriad Domains Altar
Translator: 549690339
“Snap”
A divine-level battle puppet instantly turned into scrap metal the moment it flew out of Stone Mountain.
A faint paw print dissipated in the void.
The divine-level cultivator controlling the puppet trembled, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes widened as he fell backward.
Everyone else was stunned and dared not charge forward for the moment.
“Whoosh”
Stone Mountain crashed down towards the altar.
Not just one, but at least ten stone mountains plummeted down.
Atop each mountain were hundreds, if not thousands, of human cultivators.
Not only were there stone mountains, but also the bodies of various demons were being thrown onto the altar.
Above the altar, marks turned into green serpent shadows, slamming into the stone mountains and mutated beasts.
The mutated beasts trembled under the impact of the serpent shadows, shattering into pieces of bloody mist.
The stone mountains trembled from the impact, cracks appearing on them, and many cultivators on them lost their footing and fell off.
“I am Su Jinxing, direct disciple of the Great Wilderness Temple — I hope the two God Masters will show mercy—”
From not far away, a voice came from a stone mountain.
A middle-aged man in a black robe stood atop the mountain and bowed to the giant elephant and the silver-robed elder ahead.
“The Great Wilderness Temple has thirteen universe-level powerhouses, and it’s also a substantial force in the divine realm,” Lu Zixu whispered.
“Bai Zhen has seen the two God Masters. On behalf of my family’s Ancestor Bai Qing, I extend greetings to the two God Masters,” a calm voice rang out from another mountain, from a middle-aged man dressed in a green robe and wearing a purple jade crown, who bowed in a respectful greeting.
“Ancestor Bai Qing, a prominent figure in alchemy within the divine realm, a universe-level powerhouse with a significant reputation,” Lu Zixu spoke again to explain to Han Muye.
At this moment, cries of recognition came from several stone mountains.
The Wasteland is a place where many younger powerhouses from various divine realms undergo trials; thus, the presence of younger generations from significant forces was common.
“It depends on whether these two overlords are willing to spare them,” Lu Zixu murmured softly, his body emitting a faint spiritual light.
His status as a member of the direct lineage of the Lu family was not inferior to others; as long as the Wilderness Overlords were willing, he would speak out as well.
“Li Changyun has seen the two God Masters.” Not far away on another stone mountain stood a young man wearing half a suit of black armor, bowing and speaking.
“From the Li Family?” Lu Zixu was taken aback and muttered softly, “Could it be that there were some earlier signs in this Wasteland that prompted these elite forces to come and investigate?”
The Li Family, head of the Lower Four Families in the divine realm.
At this time, every stone mountain was teetering from the impact of the serpent shadows.
All the cultivators on those stone mountains were watching the scene unfold before them with tension.
“Humph, you humans intrude upon my Wasteland without reason and still expect to leave alive?” A low growl sounded, and the silver-robed elder waved his hand, sending a shower of silver light flying towards the stone mountains.
These streams of silver light seemed to be only an inch long each, but upon hitting the stone mountains, they caused them to crumble instantly.
Each stream of light contained unimaginable power.
A beam of light appeared before an old man controlling a black-armored battle puppet, who gritted his teeth as he propelled his puppet forward.
But even the divine-level peak battle puppet could not withstand a single beam of light and was pierced and shattered.
The divine-level cultivator also broke apart, his blood spilling everywhere.
“Can’t catch it!”
“Quick, dodge”
“This is the handiwork of a God Master; even a Primordial battle puppet might not be able to withstand it.”
Shouts of alarm rang out from the stone mountain.
This was the power of a universe-level powerhouse, a technique from a formidable entity within the divine realm.
Several divine-level cultivators behind Lu Zixu all stepped forward, their faint golden light interlinking to form a light screen, encasing Lu Zixu in the middle.
If it were them as before, not to mention protecting Lu Zixu at this moment, they might not even have had the chance to take action themselves.
But now, as they were all in refined puppet bodies with primordial-level strength, their combined combat potential was extraordinary.
Three beams of light struck the light screen but couldn’t break through it.
On the other side, Great Venerable Muyue lightly shifted her form, easily dissipating a silver beam of light.
She frowned slightly, standing still without speaking.
“Boom”
The God-Slaying Puppet Fighters also took action, smashing an approaching beam of light with a punch.
This straightforward method of facing the light beams left the surrounding panic-stricken cultivators slightly amazed.
At this point, many cultivators had already begun fleeing backwards, trying to evade the light beams’ onslaught.
Meanwhile, many others had been penetrated by the light beams, collapsing weakly on the ground.
In front of Han Muye, two beams of light streaked towards him.
Watching the approaching beams, Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and reached out to grab them.
This gesture took everyone around him by surprise.
To catch with bare hands a beam of light discarded by an overlord of the Wildlands?
Was this courting death?
“Buzz”
A slight vibration in Han Muye’s hand revealed two strands of silver bristle.
This was pure physical strength overpowering a Wildlands overlord’s supernatural powers.
The Wilderness Overlord might be extraordinary, but he still fell short of a Primordial Chaos Overlord like the Dragon Crocodile; moreover, these silver beams weren’t even a Wilderness Overlord’s most potent techniques.
These beams were merely cast without much care.
Holding the silver bristles in hand, a flicker of battle intent shone in Han Muye’s eyes.
A confrontation with a Wildlands Overlord-level combatant.
Before his breakthrough, he wasn’t entirely confident, but now, he believed he had a chance to fight!
Seeing the bristles in Han Muye’s hands, Lu Zixu’s eyes lit up.
He stepped forward, and a broken spear appeared in his hand.
A universe-level combat weapon, albeit broken.
“I am Lu Zixu of the Lu family. Brother Han and I entered the Wasteland unintentionally. We hope for the God Masters’ forgiveness and that you will let us leave,” Lu Zixu shone with Flowing Light, and with his guards’ support, stood solid like a mountain.