"So, so powerful!"
"How about, Your Excellency, you just cultivate, otherwise we'll never catch up."
"What makes you think we can catch up to Miss Youyou if Your Excellency cultivates? With Your Excellency's trash skills?"
On the city wall, Yi Yue Luxi's small mouth was slightly agape, frozen in a statue-like posture for a long time.
Inside her mind, one voice after another echoed.
Identical.
It was as if she had schizophrenia.
Yi Yue Luxi herself was accustomed to it, but she was unaccustomed to An Jianyou, who had suddenly transformed from a 'newbie' to a 'big shot.'
The Yi Yue Luxi from Blue Star spoke, "Is there a possibility that Miss Youyou… cheated."
...
The battlefield fell into a bizarre calm.
The two mythological figures from the Evil God faction, fearing a surprise attack from An Jianyou, retreated far away, guarding with utmost caution as if facing a great enemy.
Qian Hong, with white mist emanating from her body, also retreated to rest.
Her 'brain' whirred, likely recalling the battle process.
Her consciousness was newly born and somewhat ignorant, but the combat instincts and talent ingrained within her were helping her to digest and absorb quickly.
Among the three battlefields, the Blade Soldier Corps was under the greatest pressure.
Hei Dao himself was fine and could fight for several more hours, but many of the soldiers were already at their limit. He naturally halted their advance, allowing the entire army a brief respite, though his gaze remained fixed on the two descending mythological figures in the distance.
Even the Cursed Evil creatures, devoid of reason and driven only by their predatory instincts, paused for a moment.
Perhaps they were awestruck by An Jianyou, who exuded the aura of a 'High-Level Cursed Evil.'
Until,
Yet another mythological might surged forth, shattering the brief calm.
...
Further north on the battlefield, in a more distant location.
A lake, under the glow of the red moon, had somehow turned crimson and was boiling.
A powerful being with a single horn on his forehead, clad in dark red armor, slowly walked through the blood-red lake amidst the chanting of hundreds of cultists, arriving at the center.
Closing his eyes, he allowed the boiling blood to surge upwards, climbing his body like hands. The dark red armored figure remained motionless.
This was a warrior from the Blood-Colored Empire, possessing the strength of the peak of the Sixth Awakening mortals.
He was stronger than many high-ranking officials of the Great Oasis.
However, at this moment, this warrior served only one purpose:
To be a vessel, to welcome the descent of the great ancestor!
This was the preparation of the Blood-Colored Emperor.
Divine descent also varied.
The most convenient method was to borrow a trace of power from the Mother Goddess through a ritual and descend using an epic statue as a vessel, capable of unleashing power comparable to that of a mythological being.
A more advanced method, naturally, was to use a more fitting vessel.
The offspring of a mythological being were the most fitting vessels.
Descending through such means would allow the Blood-Colored Emperor to unleash even greater power, though it would only be slightly stronger than that of Bull Demon God and others. This was the limitation of divine descent, and also the limitation of the world.
"With this current body alone, it is still difficult to be a match for that human, but..."
"Fortunately, this Emperor has prepared a trump card."
*Splash—*
The divine nature of a high-level being was poured in, and the body of the Sixth Awakening warrior, enveloped in blood, underwent a visible transformation.
Facial features changed.
Physique changed.
The surging blood within his body also shifted from red to golden-red, imbued with wisps of noble divine particles.
He broke through the blood lake, reaching out to summon a long sword radiating a dense blood glow into his hand.
He soared into the sky.
...
In Battleground Three, An Jianyou had achieved a major victory, but... Fang You still dared not relax. That gaze remained fixed on him.
"As expected, it's here."
A colossal blood-red phantom suddenly appeared and then vanished.
Only vaguely could one sense a terrifying divine aura approaching.
This divine aura felt somewhat familiar to Fang Mouren.
"It's appearing again, the... fourth descending mythological being!"
In Sword Flower City, the White Tower, the Scorching Flame Great Oasis, and elsewhere, numerous high-ranking observers were... not that surprised anymore, they were somewhat accustomed to it.
Mythological beings of legend?
Hmph! Are mythological beings that rare? This Tower Lord has already seen three of them!
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There was still surprise, but the mental impact was far less severe. It was less about habit and more about numbness.
There was still a bit of confusion.
"Another mythological being has descended, but it seems rather useless, doesn't it? If this mythological being had descended earlier, the situation might have been different, but now, this mythological being has arrived too late."
Said the Lord of the Wealth Tower.
At this moment, as this mythological aura surged, the Cursed Evil creatures controlled from afar dispersed, and terrifying red-robed figures flew into the sky, revealing the figure of An Jianyou, who had been surrounded by them earlier.
She wore a black robe, her black hair flowing.
Although her appearance was 'fragile and easily bullied,' it also indicated from another perspective...
"After activating her non-human form, the erosion and pollution suffered by this Blue Star guardian god does not seem to be severe?"
"Indeed, the battle time was very short, so short that other beings from the Evil God faction didn't even have time to intervene... Perhaps it's precisely because of the short duration that the sequelae of her non-human form are less severe."
"Her condition is still relatively intact!"
The Lord of the Wealth Tower pondered, then made a judgment.
"This Blue Star guardian god would certainly not dare to enter 'non-human form' again, but she, by controlling that Seven-Star Red Robe, possesses a combat power even stronger than a 'divinely descended mythological being.'"
"In other words, the current combat power is evenly matched, and Blue Star even holds a slight advantage!"
In such a situation, what was the significance of another mythological being descending from the Evil God faction?
To make up the numbers and be sent away together?
This was obviously impossible. Low-level cultists might be fools, but mid-level pawns of the Evil Gods were already quite cunning, let alone those high-level beings.
They might have misjudged Blue Star, but they would never make a meaningless choice.
Could it be that...
...
"The Evil God faction is preparing to descend another mythological being?"
"This is already the fourth one!"
Dean Zhange roared.
From this, one could see the horror of the Evil God faction. Mythological beings appeared one after another, as if they were spring onions.
Uh, however, Blue Star, which harvested mythological beings like spring onions, was even more terrifying.
Especially that white-haired... black-haired girl, she was terrifying to an extreme.
Dean Rose also thought the same, and looked at Meidisha, asking, "Are you sure that the leader of the Blue Star world is that man codenamed 'Mentor'?"
From her position, she could also see the white-robed figure on the city wall from afar.
He appeared to be a proper, sunny, and handsome man, but was he the strongest in Blue Star? He didn't look like it at all!
He didn't look like the commander of the Black Armored Legion, who pierced the clouds like a sharp blade.
Nor did he look like the one who controlled the Cursed Evil, weak and delicate yet like a demon god.
Compared to those two, the white-robed Mentor gave her the intuition of... a normal strong person, and because he was normal, he wasn't special.
Hearing her Dean's inquiry, Meidisha nodded affirmatively.
"Miss An and Chief Instructor Hei Dao obey Mentor's command."
"However..."
Whether Mentor was the strongest, or what his strength was, that was Meidisha's knowledge blind spot.
She wouldn't deliberately inquire about it.
It was just that she had occasionally heard people discuss it, but it seemed very, very few people had ever seen Mentor truly make a move.
That Mentor, it seemed, hadn't gone all out for a long time.
"The leader is indeed not necessarily the strongest person," Dean Rose said. "Miss An's personality is clearly not suited for leadership, and the commander of the Black Armored Legion probably prefers to be a general. Thus, the leadership fell to the white-robed Mentor, who possesses not only considerable strength but also certain capabilities."
Dean Zhange nodded. "Rose is right."
Dean Rose looked into the distance. "Now, it remains to be seen whether that girl is stronger, or what tricks this newly descended mythological being has."
The mythological being had arrived.
Wearing a crown and blood-colored armor, a figure with a blurred but majestic face appeared tens of kilometers away, standing above the sky.
His status seemed more noble.
He did not attack, seemingly waiting for something.
"The fifth mythological being, could it really be here?"
"There's no mythological aura rising."
"Wait, it seems to be getting windy."
"Windy? What's so strange about the wind."
On such a day, wind was indeed not strange, but this sudden gust of wind was composed of visible gray whirlwinds that brushed past their cheeks and clothes, seemingly engulfing heaven and earth in an instant.
It was roughly a Level 6 or 7 strong wind, capable of shaking large trees.
But it had little effect on the Awakened present. If not for the strangeness of this wind, no one would have paid attention to it.
"Why did it suddenly start blowing?"
"Is this also a tactic of the Evil God faction?"
"But what can this slight breeze do? It can't even scratch an itch, let alone do any real damage."
Some envoys were dismissive.
However, powerful figures like Dean Rose and Dean Zhange frowned, a sudden ominous premonition rising within them.
"Wait, my connection... is broken!"
"This wind, no, this entire space feels wrong!"
"What in the world is this?"
Dean Zhange's brow furrowed.
On the city wall,
Yi Yue Luxi frowned. Her connection with her main body and Clone Number One had also become intermittent.
Elsewhere,
The Lord of the Wealth Tower fell into deep thought. This scene seemed... seemed like something he had seen in an ancient text. What was it!
"It's... a rule-type Cursed Evil!"
Madam Snake's voice rang out. "We are currently within the domain of a rule-type Cursed Evil, and we will be devoured as the Cursed Evil grows stronger."
"The wind is the 'special rule' of this Cursed Evil."
She furrowed her delicate brows, carefully sensing. "Southeast wind, northwest wind, the wind's direction is changing, and it's strengthening. As for other things..."
She couldn't figure it out for the moment.
But it was clear that a rule-type Cursed Evil was far more terrifying than a descended mythological being. Even the true body of a mythological being from the Evil God faction would not be as terrifying as this 'Storm.'
"Fortunately, I only came as a clone. It's still a bit of a loss that this wisp of consciousness will be buried here completely and unable to bring information back."
"This is the horror of a rule-type Cursed Evil, completely isolating heaven and earth."
"But how did such a Cursed Evil appear?"
...
How did it appear? This was the question in many minds, including Fang You's, who couldn't find an answer.
The dispatch map could show and mark Cursed Evil creatures. The higher the star rating, the more obvious they were; the larger and brighter the icon. However, this Seven-Star rule-type Cursed Evil, 'Storm,' had suddenly appeared on the map at this moment.
Located to the northeast of the city wall, sixty-three kilometers away.
Furthermore, outside this massive icon, there were rings of ripples like water waves, covering twenty to thirty kilometers to the north and over a hundred kilometers to the south, enveloping almost half of the Water Marsh Base City.
And visibly expanding.
...
"This is naturally, a trump card prepared by this Emperor."
In front of Bull Demon God and Flesh God, the Blood-Colored Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.
The storm concealed the figures of the three, obscuring the sky and the earth. Only the red moon continued to cast its eerie radiance.
"Previously, I borrowed the power of the Mother Goddess to pierce through the world barrier of Blue Star and cast tens of thousands of Cursed Evil. But whether it was the instantly evolved Ten Thousand Disaster-level Cursed Evil or that useless Seven-Star Falling Cloud Mica, neither was my true killer move. The purpose... was merely to mask the movement of the rule-type Cursed Evil 'Storm' entering Blue Star."
"After sending it in, I concealed it with 'secrecy,' and Storm absorbed the Mother Goddess's gifts, rapidly recovering, until now, it has finally revealed its power as a rule-type Cursed Evil."
"Rule-type Cursed Evil cannot be killed and can control the entire heaven and earth, the entire battlefield. The power of this 'Storm' alone is enough to trap and kill all mythological combatants of Blue Star."
"However, to avoid any unforeseen complications, I request the two of you to accompany me, using the power of Storm, to crush all of Blue Star's resistance..."
"Completely and utterly!"