Chapter 326 – A Mortal Body Against Legend, This is Basic

The battlefield outside Wolfhead Mountain resembled a meat grinder, crushing everything caught within its grasp.

The Tianyuan Generals were formidable—a rough count revealed four, five, six, seven, or even eight super-standard experts among them. In mere moments, they had annihilated twenty to thirty high-tier intelligent monsters. However, the Jackal Fang had gathered the forces of several large monster tribes to form this monstrous tide.

Back when the Tianyuan Territory had attacked Gnoll Tribe One, they had encountered a considerable number of powerful entities. Just the chieftain-level monsters—intelligent beings comparable to peak or ultimate Fourth-Order experts—numbered several.

After Uta and others leveraged the advantage of a counter-ambush to instantly slay dozens of powerful foes, even more high-tier monsters swarmed in from all directions. Some war machines, three or four, or even seven or eight of them, fused together to form even larger flesh-amalgam monstrosities.

These flesh amalgamations, due to their excessively massive and bloated bodies, struggled to move easily. But the price paid for this was vast, marsh-like energy reserves and an oppressive pressure so immense it made it hard to breathe.

On some of these flesh amalgamations, over a dozen long arms, seemingly composed of countless segmented limbs, grew. These arms whipped like lashes, and when the gigantic hands slammed down, the ground shattered instantly.

Xiliu dared not take the blows of these flesh amalgamations head-on. Faced with these behemoths that had grown several times or even over ten times in size, she found herself at a loss on how to engage. Her instantaneous burst damage was no longer sufficient!

Red Robe’s illusions were even less effective against these amalgamated entities that inherently possessed hundreds or thousands of chaotic consciousnesses. Meanwhile, high-tier intelligent monsters prowled the periphery, launching opportunistic sneak attacks that constrained the two women’s combat space.

Xiliu and Red Robe, facing such formidable enemies, found themselves locked in a grueling battle.

Yet, even under these circumstances, any slight opening revealed by the surrounding intelligent monsters would result in them being swiftly eliminated by the duo’s combos.

“So strong, so dashing, so incredible!”

Elf Tilly’s eyes blazed with admiration. Any other two Fourth-Order experts trapped in such a perilous situation would have long succumbed and perished. But these two, despite being heavily surrounded, gave the impression that they were the ones encircling the horde of high-tier monsters with just their two forces.

“No, the truly remarkable one is that peerless warrior in black armor!”

Giant Qiang Er’s gaze was fixed on Lu Liu’s section of the battlefield. Dozens of high-tier monsters surrounded him completely, yet he advanced step by step. A golden giant’s phantom swept through the enemy ranks like destroying a thousand troops, forcing the high-tier monsters to retreat in fear, step by step. With the power of one man, he made ten thousand enemies tremble.

“This is a true peerless champion, a real Macho Man!”

As the Giant said this, he then witnessed another part of the battlefield where high-tier monsters exploded one after another, shattered by sheer force. The crimson figure weaving through the battlefield seemed to never need a second strike against any foe.

…

Uta indeed never needed a second strike. Aside from the flesh amalgamations, no Fourth-Order BOSS could withstand a single blow from him. The massive amalgamated monsters, however, could never catch up to his speed.

He did not attack the amalgamations. This was the Lord’s tactic.

Firstly, the amalgamations were clumsy and posed no threat in his eyes. Even if he were accidentally struck by one, his physical body’s resilience meant he would, at most, sustain minor injuries. His margin for error was high.He possessed the ability to obliterate the flesh-amalgam monsters towering dozens or even hundreds of meters tall, but doing so would require shattering more Flesh Shackles and unleashing his true serious strike—the Dragon God Fist.

It wasn’t worth it.

It was better to extend the duration of his “burst state” and eliminate as many high-tier monsters as possible.

This was the Lord’s strategy.

Several high-tier battlefields remained deadlocked.

A raiding squad composed of leader-class monsters, shrouded in a hazy black mist, had somehow stealthily reached Wolfhead Mountain.

A Gnoll Great Chieftain wielded a high-grade World-Breaking Stone, intending to shatter the Thousand-Prism Mirror in one strike.

The Thousand-Prism Mirror was a large-scale spell, not a barrier, but its fundamental nature was similar to a barrier—susceptible to influence and destruction by World-Breaking Stones.

The Jackal Fang raiding squad carried more than one World-Breaking Stone.

If their tactics succeeded, even if Mu Yuan immediately deployed a second “Thousand-Prism Mirror Reflection,” it would still be pierced and torn apart.

However,

the enemy’s movements could not escape the observation of the Heavenly Eye, and his fate stars buzzed with warnings.

Isloria stood on the cliff, looking down at the uninvited guests.

“This area is off-limits, you know.”

The Gnoll Great Chieftain stared at the seemingly petite and delicate pink-haired human girl before him, his expression grave.

He had no choice but to be grave.

The power displayed by the generals of the living forces ahead had left them in awe.

They had done their best to tie down those super-standard generals and execute their raid and destruction plan. But could it be that this living force still had super-standard generals who had yet to make a move?

Or was the person before him a Legendary Realm existence who dominated this living force?

If it were the latter, they would still charge without hesitation—it was an order engraved into their very souls. As long as they could provoke the Legendary beings of the living forces to strike first, their sacrifice would be entirely worthwhile.

Even though the Great Chieftain had no desire to be sacrificed.

He still wanted to step into the Legendary Realm and become the Dominator of his faction!

“Your Excellency, which general might you be?”

“General? No, no, I’m just a civil official—weak, helpless, and pitiful.”

Isloria indeed lacked the aura of a military officer.

In the months since she had joined the Tianyuan Territory, she had spent day and night handling official duties, dealing with all kinds of documents, data, and books. She wore black-framed glasses for data collection and held a reference book in her hands, making full use of her time to study and learn while standing guard.

What she exuded was an elegant, serene scholarly air.

A pitch-black magic array suddenly began to spread inch by inch beneath Isloria’s feet.

Black mist coiled around them.

Crimson eyes emerged from the mist, opening and fixing their gaze on the delicate figure.

The Gnoll Great Chieftain let out a sinister laugh.

“I’m creating opportunities for the others—what are you waiting for!”

Isloria’s figure abruptly shattered like a bubble illusion.

Meanwhile, on the surrounding hilltops, one Isloria after another stepped forth. Around them, six, twelve, twenty-four, forty-eight Starlight Orbs shot out, weaving together to form a vast net.

She was waiting for her skills.

From the moment the Jackal Fang raiding squad set foot on Wolfhead Mountain, she had begun weaving the web of fate.

She had woven it for 300 seconds.

And during the 12 seconds of conversation, she embedded each target into it. Done. Mission accomplished.The Star Array Diagram emerged upon the ground.

The River of Stars blanketed the heavens.

A Domain quietly spread out.

By the time the Gnoll Great Chieftain regained its senses, it found itself as if bound by heavy shackles—its strength and energy severely suppressed—while dazzling beams of light shot toward it from all directions.

In a desperate move, the Great Chieftain took out a Flesh Core and swallowed it on the spot.

The next moment, its eyes widened in shock.

“How could this be…”

When devouring a Flesh Core to strengthen oneself and transform into a giant flesh monster, there was an extremely low chance of encountering the risk of flesh collapse.

And it, at this very moment, had stumbled upon that probability.

With unclosed eyes, it dissolved into a pool of blood.

The battle at Wolfhead Mountain had ended before it even began.

Isloria adjusted her glasses and reopened her book.

The wind brushed by, blood flowed, and she stood on the mountain, serene and natural.

…

Time passed slowly, and the battlefield meat grinder continued to churn through countless monsters, undead, and Forest Guardians.

Although the living forces had also lost many undead and treants, the Legendary existence of Jackal Fang, who was manipulating this war from behind the scenes, gradually furrowed his brow.

“We can’t tear through their defenses.”

“The raid team seems to have failed as well.”

“Stay calm, we still have another plan.”

“Wait, where is the second raid team? And the Flesh Nests we created on the front lines—why have they all withered?!”

A Legendary glared in disbelief.

The battlefield was chaotic, and their main focus had been on Wolfhead Mountain.

Yet, the elite squad had mysteriously vanished, and the Flesh Nests had withered unnoticed—had they been too fixated on watching Wolfhead Mountain?

“We can’t afford to delay any longer.”

The Blackwing King spoke.

At a glance, the ordinary battlefield still appeared to be in their favor, but it was foreseeable that as time went on and high-tier monsters fell one after another, Jackal Fang’s advantage in the ordinary battlefield would disappear.

They had intended to leverage the momentum from the ordinary battlefield to pressure the opposing Legendaries.

But now, they had become the ones forced to make the first move.

“This venerable one has long said that we should just take action directly to save time.”

A Legendary Realm Jackalwere spoke.

The Blackwing King shook his head.

His caution stemmed from his clear understanding that among the living, there existed forces far stronger than their Jackal Fang.

But based on the probing results, the one before them was not such a force.

It was time to act and bring everything to an end.

He declared.

The Crimson Mist drifting between heaven and earth gradually thickened.

…

East of the battlefield.

Boom—

Lu Liu struck back, forcing the surrounding high-tier monsters to retreat, severely injuring three and obliterating one.

He panted slightly.

He had been fighting for a considerable time, facing nothing but high-tier powerhouses.

He had to concentrate 200% of his focus and occasionally use the ‘Fearless Great Mountain Divine Venerable’ to break through. After these repeated clashes, Lu Liu’s consumption was far from small.

After all, he was only human—his energy reserves couldn’t even match those of a Dragon, let alone compare to General Dolai or the Undead General.

Suddenly,

A sense of alarm surged within Lu Liu, a chill rising straight up his spine—some terrifying presence had locked onto him.

He halted his steps, planted the Fearless Spear-Shield firmly before him, and a brilliant, ultimate golden radiance erupted from his body.

Fearless Great Mountain Divine Venerable!

The power of will, the will transformed into a shield!

A golden giant figure half-crouched, supporting a protective light as vast as the heavens.

And the next moment,Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sky in the distance split open, and a giant hand covered in red fur emerged from the shattered heavens. The colossal hand blotted out the sun, carrying an ominous and terrifying force as it slammed down fiercely toward Lu Liu.

Even before the red-furred giant hand struck, the surrounding land had already been contaminated.

A filth-ridden brownish-red spread outward. The earth seemed to grow a fuzzy red carpet.

In the distance,

“Legendary Realm!”

Not only had the Legendary from Jackal Fang made a move, but they had also resorted to a sneak attack.

The giant’s pupils contracted, his teeth clenched tightly.

That fierce general who could summon the golden Giant Spirit God was indeed formidable, possessing terrifying strength beyond the norm. Yet, even so, he was still not a Legendary.

He was merely at the peak of the Fourth Order.

Below the Legendary Realm, all are ants.

No matter how strong a Fourth Order is, they are still Fourth Order.

Boom—

A tsunami-like storm swept in all directions.

The earth and hills all crumbled and collapsed.

Dust filled the air like clusters of gray clouds. Above the clouds, the red-furred giant hand remained in its pressing posture, seemingly trembling slightly.

Golden light pierced through the gray clouds.

Fearless Great Mountain Divine Venerable, holding a massive shield high, slowly rose.

Above him, the red-furred giant hand split open a gash, blood pouring down like a great river.

Giant Qiang Er’s eyes widened in shock.

…

At the same time.

Gray waves surged around Uta, like water stained with filth and dust.

He was trapped within, his hands and feet bound as if by layer upon layer of restraints.

When he tried to break free and shatter these gray waves, he found them intangible to the touch.

“It’s a Domain.”

Uta didn’t understand Domains, nor did he possess one, but the territory had many generals who had forged their own Domains. He often sparred and exchanged insights with them, so he certainly knew how to recognize a Domain.

His instincts were also buzzing with warning.

A Jackal Sage clad in a gray cloak raised a Bone Staff, summoning thousands upon thousands of withered, emaciated hands from the gray waves.

The hands swarmed densely, reaching out to grab Uta.

Whether one had trypophobia or not, any human witnessing this scene would feel their scalp crawl.

These hands themselves carried spiritual and filth impacts, capable of erasing energy and withering everything they touched.

Uta couldn’t discern these intricacies.

He didn’t understand these convoluted methods.

But,

his instincts were warning him, reminding him of what to do.

He followed his instincts!

Crack—Crack!

Flesh Shackles, Second Stage, open!

Increasingly violent energy surged from his body, transforming into blazing crimson flames that coiled around him.

Flesh Shackles, Third Stage, shatter!

Crimson flames shot into the sky. The raging energy seethed, distorting the surrounding air and space as if by heat haze.

Uta’s bones cracked loudly, his muscles writhed like dragons and pythons, the veins on his face bulged fiercely like horns, and his features twisted under the wash of violent energy.

He growled.

Roared!

Bellowed!!

The gray waves boiled and churned violently.

Only a Domain can counter a Domain.

But that’s not absolute.

The Lord once said, if one’s power is strong enough to surpass all, then one can…

Use force to break all methods.

“Break!!!”

The gray waves were violently pushed aside.

A figure enveloped in crimson flames, carrying an indomitable momentum and radiating a brilliance of ultimate will, charged forward.

Punch!

Punch!

Punch again!The water waves shattered with a boom, torn open into a gap dozens of meters wide and over a thousand meters long.

In the center, countless withered, grayish-white hands froze in place before disintegrating into dust with a series of soft pops.

The Legendary Realm Jackal Sage’s pupils contracted abruptly.

In their turbid, crimson eyes, a figure enveloped in blazing red Qi rapidly expanded.

Dragon God Whirlwind!!

A crimson Dragon soared through the sky, tearing through space, shattering the earth, and violently piercing through the Jackal Sage’s gaunt body.

It carved a deep ravine into the vast land below.

(End of Chapter)