Chapter 328 – This Lord and His General, Slaughtering Wildly

In direct confrontations between Legendary Realm experts, it typically boils down to clashes of Domains and control over the power of heaven and earth.

Legendary powerhouses use their Domains as foundations, sitting high above the Nine Heavens while commanding the surrounding natural forces to serve their purposes.

The range of natural power a Legendary can manipulate depends on the size of their Domain. According to general theory, the maximum distance a Legendary expert can control elemental forces is five times the radius of their Domain. However, this also involves the Legendary’s mastery and willpower, which is why many Legendary Realm beings cannot reach this five-fold limit in manipulating elemental particles.

But if a Legendary’s Domain is shattered or not deployed, the range of natural power they can control and the strength they can unleash would be far below their maximum capacity.

The Domain is the core.

Control over natural forces is the external manifestation.

This is why Legendary ranks are typically measured by Domain size.

Yet now…

This human girl’s Domain clearly hadn’t even reached the two-kilometer level, yet she commanded the majestic power of heaven and earth spanning tens of thousands of meters around.

Her Domain was real.

The majestic natural power was equally genuine.

The slender figure stood firmly atop the clouds, steadily controlling this vast, violent, and immense natural force without showing any sign of strain.

After all, Dolai had long grown accustomed to controlling energy hundreds of times greater than its own body mass. Commanding and manipulating these natural energies came quite easily to it.

It felt it could even use its Devour ability to perform large-scale Whale Swallows of natural power, then convert it into its own energy for use.

Though it had only recently stepped into the Legendary Realm, and had been mainly cultivating Domain and spatial powers during this period, leaving other abilities relatively undeveloped.

While absorbing natural power from tens of thousands of meters around, Dolai’s thoughts could still drift freely, showing how effortless this was for it.

The Blackwing King’s eyes widened. He had no time to ponder this utterly un-Legendary scene before him, relying instead on his rich experience to determine what must be done immediately.

“We can’t keep charging power, nor can we wait for Domains to slowly collide!”

“Our control over natural forces is far inferior to our opponent’s. The longer we build momentum, the more disadvantageous our position becomes!”

“Attack now!”

He transmitted the command instantly through some form of mental connection.

The other Legendaries, regardless of their personal thoughts, understood the Blackwing King was right. They launched their attacks ferociously.

A river of lightning tore through the sky!

A fiery wolf dozens of meters tall materialized, roaring as it pounced forward.

Even though Dolai had stripped away the majority of the natural power, the killing moves unleashed by these two Legendaries remained formidable enough to obliterate most Peak Fourth Order experts with a single strike.

However, the true main force remained the Blackwing King and the two other veteran Legendaries.

On the left, the Gnoll Legend with blurred features let out a low growl as it swung a massive, furry red claw. The claw continuously expanded, stretching over a hundred meters long, its crimson fur growing, spreading, and shedding simultaneously, drifting ominously in all directions.

The Filth in the surrounding atmosphere seemed to intensify.

Any Legendary struck by this red-furred claw would inevitably be contaminated by the Filth, their Souls defiled. Even mere prolonged visual contact could cause symptoms like hearing whispers, seeing hallucinations, and mental confusion.These symptoms were, if not identical, then fundamentally the same as those exhibited by explorers who had been exposed to the Disaster Moon and the Crimson Mist for extended periods during the Crimson Mist Disaster Moon.

It was the Taint Sickness.

And the Legendary Realm powerhouses of the monster factions had already begun to borrow, or rather, unleash the tainted power latent within their bodies—after all, the vast majority of “pure-blooded” monsters were born from the Filth.

Before the Jackal Sage, countless withered, emaciated hands materialized.

Their reserves were not yet sufficient to unleash their strongest, most ultimate strike, but the scale of these withered hands they had spread forth still far surpassed the number used during the ambush on Uta.

The withered hands formed a gray sea, possessing the same tainted power as the crimson-furred giant claw.

These withered hands did not surge forward. Instead, their palms split open, revealing grotesque mouths. These eerie mouths chanted along with the Jackal Sage, reciting sinister and bizarre incantations. Waves of invisible curses traversed the sky, descending directly upon Dolai.

Slow ×500!

Bind ×500!

Blind ×500!

Weaken ×500!

Fatigue ×500!

The vast majority of these curses were emitted by the withered hands. Individually, their effects were negligible, but when accumulated to a certain degree, they brought about a terrifying qualitative change.

The Jackal Sage had once relied on their curse power to exhaust a Legendary Realm expert to death. A Legendary afflicted by their Great Slow Curse moved as sluggishly as a Fourth Order being, unable to escape even if they tried.

In this war, the Sage was the second most important figure, second only to the Blackwing King.

“This combat method seems quite worthy of reference!”

“The world is vast, and Bone still has far too much to learn.”

In the distance, Deadbone pondered.

He commanded the Undead Legion, maintaining a position from which he could support Dolai at any moment. Simultaneously, a miniature version of the Undead Holy Mountain manifested behind him. Within the holy mountain, the undead clattered about, gradually undergoing certain changes in accordance with his will.

Meanwhile,

Within the Infinite Serpent Domain, Dolai’s small face was stern.

Its Domain expanded, capable of blocking and weakening most external attacks. However, Dolai’s Domain was too Elementary, and facing multiple opponents alone, the Infinite Serpent Domain could only weaken the incoming forces to a limited extent.

The crimson-furred giant claw tore through the sky.

Countless curses descended like rain.

In the distance, several of the Blackwing King’s massive black claws seemed to melt into the shadows, appearing in the surroundings in the blink of an eye. They shimmered with an iridescent black light, terrifying and ominous.

Layers upon layers of killing intent had already enveloped the area.

The Blackwing King’s judgment was not wrong; their blockade was not entirely useless. To some extent, they had interfered with Dolai’s ability to gather elemental particles from the world.

However,

Worldly energy? If it wasn’t enough, then so be it. The power of a Legendary was not so inconvenient.

“Limitless Devour · Extreme State!”

Having stepped into the Legendary Realm and fully prepared, Dolai could maximize its Limitless power in an instant.

In that fleeting moment, Dolai’s entire body transformed into a celestial forge, radiating boundless light and immense heat!

From its petite, slender frame erupted energy that was no weaker than the surrounding worldly energy—no, far surpassing it, exceeding even the magnitude of a celestial torrent.

When energy reached such an extreme level of vastness, all techniques, skills, and traits paled into insignificance.Dolai shattered the layers of spell debuffs enveloping it as if breaking free from shackles.

It carried pure yet violent, overwhelmingly immense thunderfire energy, crashing in all directions.

A dazzling, eye-catching orange-red Blazing Sun suddenly appeared high in the sky several kilometers away from Wolfhead Mountain. A tide of energy, condensed like a silken ribbon, violently swept outward, causing space to crack with audible snaps and splintering visible black fissures.

Over ten kilometers away, a steep mountain peak was swept by the energy ripple. The entire summit exploded into fragments, countless rocks rumbling down the slopes, while more turned to dust under the energy impact.

At Wolfhead Mountain, falling rocks poured like rain, continuously striking the shimmering, rippling shield of the Thousand-Prism Mirror.

The endless light and surging tides of energy persisted for a considerable time before gradually subsiding.

Amid the faintly visible residual energy glow, General Dolai and the Blackwing King, along with other legends, stood facing each other from a distance.

“That last strike didn’t give Dolai the upper hand.”

“Immediately after, Dolai exchanged several more blows with the enemies amidst the energy tides, yet still couldn’t gain an advantage.”

Through the Heavenly Eye, Mu Yuan clearly observed the battle situation.

After all, Dolai was alone and a newly advanced legend. One-on-one, it might instantly kill any legend present except the Blackwing King, but against multiple opponents, General Dolai was outmatched.

The enemies weren’t mere targets.

They coordinated seamlessly, with multiple Domains and lethal techniques firmly positioned at critical points. Even if Dolai wanted to replicate its earlier tactic—trading heavy damage from enemy attacks to swiftly eliminate a powerful foe—it currently found no opening.

Moreover,

with the Blackwing King aware of Dolai’s regenerative abilities, taking on enemy ultimates now carried significant risk, potentially exposing it to lingering Filth that couldn’t be easily purged.

Of course, Dolai still held its true ultimate move in reserve.

In the current version, Dolai’s greatest strength wasn’t thunderfire power, but spatial power!

With Space Devour combined with the Space-Tearing Seal, Mu Yuan was confident Dolai could instantly kill at least two legends—no amount of enemy coordination could withstand it.

However…

Once Dolai’s ultimate was revealed, if the remaining legends focused solely on fleeing, General Dolai would struggle to keep them from escaping.

But these legends absolutely could not be allowed to survive!

“Every strong foe like the Blackwing King that survives means the Jackal Fang’s power grows stronger, and the future dangers facing our Tianyuan Territory increase.”

Rounding it off, if they couldn’t keep all these Gnoll legends here, Tianyuan Territory’s future would be precarious.

Unacceptable!

Absolutely unacceptable!

“Execute Plan B.”

“Dolai acknowledges!”

Plan B was simple and brutal: a pincer attack.

Lord Mu would wield the Scepter of Heavenly Authority to provide ultra-long-range support.

He made his move!

Above the northern skies of Wolfhead Mountain, energy ripples first spread thread by thread, then endless thunderfire light surged forth. Faintly visible, ferocious thunderfire dragon heads tore through heaven and earth as they emerged.

This was a grand-scale spell!

Yet its casting method differed somewhat from before.

At this moment, Mu Yuan’s true self stood at the control hub of the Scepter of Heavenly Authority, both hands pressed firmly against the golden cylinder before him.

His spirit, consciousness, and energy briefly merged with the Scepter of Heavenly Authority, becoming one.Within his body, energy surged like a torrent, producing a rumbling roar. His skin began to crack slightly, a result of the overwhelming energy coursing through him, exceeding his physical limits.

After all, he was currently operating under the Dolai template.

Even if it fell far short of 80% of Dolai’s true power, he still wielded an immense and indescribable might.

In this ‘half-step Legendary Realm’ state, Mu Yuan’s Willpower Light blazed brilliantly. With the aid of the Scepter of Heavenly Authority, an epic structure, he exerted simple control and adjustments over the massive spell descending upon the target area.

He restricted some of the energy output and did his utmost to contain the area of effect of this legendary super-spell.

After all, Wolfhead Mountain was right beside them.

This control had its benefits, somewhat prolonging the duration of the large-scale spell—equivalent to releasing the nine roaring thunderflame dragons one by one. When necessary, he could even interrupt the spell’s output.

…

A few seconds earlier.

The Blackwing King was also frowning deeply.

If they couldn’t subdue this human Legend, it meant their grand strategy had failed.

As the esteemed regional overlords of Jackal Fang, how could their expedition against an obscure force of living beings end in defeat? Was this reasonable? Was this scientific? It would make them a laughingstock!

‘No, we still have a chance.’

He turned his gaze toward the distant Wolfhead Mountain.

As long as they could shatter this stronghold of living beings and kill as many of these insignificant creatures as possible, their expedition wouldn’t be a complete failure.

Just a minor setback.

At least they could give His Majesty some semblance of an explanation.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, the Blackwing King suddenly looked up, sensing the subtle, unusual energy ripples that had just emerged in the sky.

“It’s…”

“A celestial spell!”

“Everyone, gather close to me!”

The other Legends had long been prepared for this devastating celestial spell.

When they caught sight of the dragon’s head emerging and its claws tearing through the sky, they instinctively flashed to the Blackwing King’s side.

The Blackwing King produced an object that appeared utterly unremarkable—a black, earthenware jar-like treasure.

This was the rare artifact, the Space Urn!

In the next moment, an intangible spatial barrier rose, completely enveloping the Gnoll Legends within.

Now, they seemed to be in a different dimension; even if the world outside collapsed into chaos, it wouldn’t affect them in the slightest.

The furious thunderflame dragons crashed down, shattering the earth, tearing through the sky and space, yet they couldn’t breach the Space Urn’s barrier in the slightest.

“This is the superiority of space, a true spatial fortress!”

The Blackwing King wanted to boast a little, but the thought that the enemy’s use of the celestial spell wasn’t a desperate last stand but an attempt to annihilate them here made his expression turn bitter.

Blocking this spell would, in the end, only result in a stalemate.

“But don’t you think this celestial spell is much more powerful than we estimated?”

The Jackal Sage suddenly spoke.

They could see the outside world, though their power couldn’t extend beyond the barrier.

“It does seem more wild, fierce, and dazzling?” If we were out there, I probably couldn’t last more than a few seconds. But it doesn’t matter, we’re safe inside the Space Urn.”Right, so what if the energy is more violent and vast? Could it possibly crack our Space Urn…”

Crack—

Crack, crack—

The sound of something splitting abruptly rang out.In this isolated space cut off from all external sounds, the disturbance was unmistakably clear.

Several Gnoll Legends mechanically turned their heads and saw… on the invisible spatial barrier, crack after crack rapidly spreading outward like an intricate spiderweb, shattering completely the next moment.

As the barrier shattered, the destructive Thunderflame energy that had long enveloped the exterior, along with the even more powerful and massive Thunderflame Dragon waiting in the sky above, came crashing down.

Beneath the violent radiance of thunder and flames, a faintly visible spatial crack over a hundred meters long, covered in jagged tooth marks, slowly faded away.

General Dolai, holding two Space-Tearing Seals, had already zipped away, retreating again and again until it reached the foot of Wolfhead Mountain.

It gazed into the sky.

The flames were dazzling, tracing the form of Dragons across the heavens.

Thunderflame Dragon ×1!

Thunderflame Dragon ×2!

…

Thunderflame Dragon ×6!

One after another, six single-headed Thunderflame Dragons emerged from the sky, diving down in rapid succession toward the area far from Wolfhead Mountain.

The earth for dozens of miles around shook repeatedly, as if being pounded by a pile driver.

A tsunami-like torrent of energy, erupting from its point of origin, swept from south to north, engulfing countless monsters, mountains, and rivers. It only began to dissipate after losing most of its momentum upon reaching a vast, roaring river to the north.

Half a day later,

A few intelligent monsters had fled into the surrounding forests, while the tide of monsters encircling Wolfhead Mountain had been completely annihilated.

The smoke of battle gradually settled, leaving only the countless corpses and a scarred land riddled with craters, trenches, and fissures to speak of the battle’s ferocity.

At the center of this ravaged land lay a particularly striking feature:

A menacing deep canyon.

On either side of the canyon were steep, crystallized cliffs, while a bizarre, pale purple river meandered through its center, flowing northward until it vanished beyond the horizon.

In later ages, this place would be known as: Thunderflame Canyon.

(End of Chapter)