Otherworldly Desert Dust

In the instant the golden giant claw struck down, Wu Hen had already planned to draw his sword.

At this point, if he still preserved his strength, he truly wouldn't survive the day.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!!!"

Suddenly, a massive mountain range of lightning struck from beside him, formed almost instantly by millions of lightning chains, leaving Wu Hen without time to react.

Wu Hen had thought the lightning mountain was targeting him, but then he saw it crash directly into Leng Shu, who had transformed into the Golden Fierce Giant Spirit.

Leng Shu's golden claw was already swooping down towards Wu Hen's forehead when the giant spirit shadow was blasted away by the million lightning chains, shattering the formidable giant spirit's shell instantly and revealing its true form.

An enormous pit of thunder suddenly appeared, from which Leng Shu, exhaling acrid smoke and staggering, climbed out. His eyes filled with anger and confusion as he stared at the Ancient Qilin!

The Ancient Qilin responded with another curtain of lightning, striking at Leng Shu.

Leng Shu was forced to defend himself passively, and against such a powerful creature, he had to use all his strength.

At first, Wu Hen was quite surprised. He hadn't tamed the Ancient Qilin yet, but here it was, assisting him at such a crucial moment.

But soon Wu Hen understood.

The Ancient Qilin possessed considerable intelligence. Its situation was similar to Wu Hen's, trapped by these people within the golden barrier. If Wu Hen were killed by these people, it would then face their siege.

It wasn't siding with Wu Hen to fight alongside him, but rather had to manage the situation carefully, ensuring that none of the three parties gained absolute advantage; otherwise, it too would face the fate of being used for soul casting.

Leng Shu had previously hesitated to make a move, aiming to strike Wu Hen fatally.

Yet he had ultimately overlooked the Ancient Qilin. After a long fight with Wu Hen, they had become like the proverbial snipe and clam—the time had come to join forces.

The actions of the Ancient Qilin further enraged Leng Shu, upset that his soul-casting was actually helping this lad.

Indeed, the lad was already at the end of his strength!

Meanwhile, Wu Hen had already broken free from the encirclement of the War Song Alliance and had escaped the area controlled by the Ten Thousand Blade Sword Tomb.

He couldn't help but want to give this wise Thunder God Qilin a thumbs-up.

"Great Heavenly Dog, you hold off that scum, I'll take care of these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, then we'll have our ultimate battle!" said Wu Hen.

The Ancient Qilin wished it could also send down a Thunder Mountain to strike Wu Hen dead too!

If not for his various harassments, how would it have ended up in such a predicament?

"Lishan Sect, haha, you old relics, putting together such a luxurious tomb for me, now let me send you into your tombs," said Wu Hen as he leaped up, heading directly towards the sky.

Cai Yanbin and Feng Lingzhen of the Lishan Sect were also tremendously shaken. They hurriedly gathered together, using the same Holy Decision Method to contend against Wu Hen, the great demon.

Seeing that Wu Hen could still stand strong among over three hundred Holy Cultivation experts, they realized that if it hadn't been for their eldest senior brother Leng Shu's intervention earlier, it would have been their entire Lishan Sect that perished.

Now they had no choice but to cling more tightly to Leng Shu's power, doing their utmost to combat Wu Hen.

Previously, Wu Hen had killed more than fifty people, which indeed had a certain deterring effect on the entire War Song Alliance. Everyone was here for soul casting, and this battle wasn't about securing benefits for them. Initially, with the advantage in numbers and strength, they enjoyed the sense of superiority that came from trampling other lives until they realized that those being trampled were themselves, the fringe characters. They naturally started to feel fear and began to retreat.

As Wu Hen attacked the Lishan Sect, who were already very unpopular within the War Song Alliance—always looking down on others due to their clique—the superficial alliances within the union also fully manifested. Once Wu Hen displayed his killing aura, the ten members of the Lishan Sect were left completely isolated!

The weapons formed by the Holy Breath that streaked down from the Sky Dome, while dense, were no more than a light drizzle to Wu Hen, this formidable Seventh-rank Life Form.

He let the Ominous Bronze Spear fight on its own, blocking the actions of those like Lao Liu in the crowd, while he himself wielded the Demon Sword Concubine in both hands, slashing at the group hidden in the high skies.

The Demon Sword Concubine also released ten thousand years of demonic power, its Devil Soul materializing behind Wu Hen, transforming him into a peerless Demon God.

He slashed the sword towards the Female Red Robe Master, Feng Lingzhen.

Feng Lingzhen used the Holy Barrier to defend, but she was still cleaved apart by Wu Hen's blade!

The blade edge hadn't even touched Feng Lingzhen's body when her form burst apart, turning into a shower of blood.

Her eyes were still intact, still fixed on Wu Hen who had transformed into a Demon God, unable to grasp why this Holy Cultivator possessed such bizarre abilities.

"Sister!" Cai Yanbin roared furiously, his cry incredibly mournful.

"You cry out with such earnestness, yet why do you turn and run?" Wu Hen said with a smile curling his lips.

Cai Yanbin was indeed talented. As he shouted, Wu Hen had already raised his blade to brace for an attack. Under normal circumstances, seeing a close friend slashed like that, shouldn't he rush forward without hesitation?

But this Cai Yanbin, that old rascal, ran so fast and think so clearly that even Wu Hen felt it was absurd.

Indeed, for a cultivator, all personal ties are nonsense; ascending and saving one's own life are what matter most.

"Your sister will be heartbroken—I'd better send you to reunite with her." Wu Hen raised his blade and walked on air.

The blade glinted with the brilliance of the Star River, shimmering with a cold breath of death.

Cai Yanbin was fleeing. He hoped his fellows from the Lishan Sect would fend for him, but they had already fled to the ground and mixed into the rest of the War Song Alliance, betting that Wu Hen was face-blind and couldn't recognize their faces.

"Swish!"

Another blade dragged out a dazzling path of Star River, gloriously beautiful, especially when tinged with a thick mist of blood, making the blade look both demonic and holy.

Cai Yanbin's head rolled off, crashing among the War Song Alliance, making everyone reflexively step back.

They were genuinely startled.

They had always believed that within War Song Mountain, their Brother Leng Shu must be the strongest; never did they expect this unknown youth, who killed those Holy Cultivators as easily as slaughtering dogs, could be as terrifying as Chiyou reincarnated, not causing them to be profoundly frightened.

"Everyone listen to my command—he is at his wit's end. If we kill him, we shall obtain the Thunder God Qilin Soul, and Brother Leng Shu will surely lead us into the Holy State, making us part of Cloud Heaven Realm. But if we retreat now, this madman will surely slaughter us all, making it uncertain whether we'll live to escape War Song Mountain!" Yin Zhiyu shouted to boost morale during their moment of weakness.

"You shout so loudly—why don't I see you taking the lead? This person's cultivation method is bizarre, his Holy Breath is more than ten times stronger than ours. Despite being a whole major realm below us, he can trample us at will. Without a powerful figure at the front, we are but lambs awaiting slaughter!" Finally, someone sensible spoke.

Yin Zhiyu had been inspiring morale and stirring emotions from the start without stepping forward himself; even if he did act, he stayed far back releasing some trivial Holy Decisions, which could never suppress the Chiyou Mad God before them.

"Yes, we're all risking our lives for Brother Leng Shu, and you, being his brother, shouldn't you step forward now? Once you've subdued him, we'll certainly go all out!"

Yin Zhiyu had intended to argue, but then found such voices growing louder in the crowd.

At this moment, Yin Zhiyu hesitated, clearly perceiving Wu Hen's terrifying strength. He feared that Holy Cultivation was but one of Wu Hen's many Divine Skills, capable of competing with Leng Shu.

"Yin Zhiyu, lead us to slaughter him. Once my soul casting is successful, even at the risk of being attacked by Totems, I will certainly help you achieve the Supreme Soul Casting, and your future status and accomplishments will surely not be beneath mine!" Finally, from afar, Leng Shu at last spoke.

After many years together, Leng Shu knew well what kind of person Yin Zhiyu was.

Only by promising him enough benefits would he truly risk his life for him.

"Alright!" Yin Zhiyu finally made up his mind. He glanced at the Demon Blade in Wu Hen's hand, sensing that the blade's momentum wasn't as robust as before,

"You little thief, you have incurred the wrath of many—not just our War Song Alliance, but the entire Holy Sect cannot accommodate an ungrateful person like you!"

Yin Zhiyu suddenly burst forth in golden light, weaving into a spectral wolf.

He practiced the beast-shaped cultivation method, which explained why his earlier long-distance spells lacked power.

Yin Zhiyu charged toward Wu Hen, raising his arms as the golden spectral wolf raised its claws; he lunged forward, and the wolf ferociously bit at Wu Hen.

Wu Hen glanced at the Demon Sword Concubine, whose starlight was gradually fading, knowing that this Demon God weapon was also exhausted.

He withdrew the Demon Sword Concubine and took a deep breath, facing Yin Zhiyu head-on.

As Yin Zhiyu launched his attack, he also rekindled the fighting spirit of the other over two hundred Holy Cultivators. Enraged and deeply envious of the opponent's exceptional strength, they couldn't believe that so many of them couldn't kill one cultivator at the Holy Infant Realm!

Golden Flames linked into a continuous expanse of vast mountains; each person demonstrated their unique skills, resolved to bring Wu Hen down.

Wu Hen stood there, his Seventh-rank Physique making each of his pores function like advanced air valves, gathering Spiritual Energy from a radius of hundreds of kilometers in an instant. These energies surged into his body, swiftly transforming into power, turning into silver Holy Breath.

In a flash, silver Holy Breath once again filled his Physique. Wu Hen solidified it into extreme frost, then launched a palm strike toward Yin Zhiyu and the two hundred plus Holy Sect Practitioners!

A colossal avalanche formed instantaneously, the sky appearing torn open with a giant rift, its opposite end connecting to a Snow Realm Icefield. Billions of ice and snow instantly burst through that rift into this world, bringing the entire realm's collapse, sweeping up a cataclysmic avalanche!!