Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 483 - 467: The Nine Riders

On the third day of the street battle, Zhou Leng went to fight again.

By noon, the spiked club finally couldn’t withstand the high-intensity Innate War and shattered.

At the moment the spiked club broke, the demons across the long street showed childlike innocent smiles.

The human martial artists behind Zhou Leng were stunned.

At this point in the fight, the weapon was gone, and if the demons counterattacked...

Before the broken pieces of the spiked club hit the ground, Zhou Leng raised his right hand and grabbed a spare legendary ice hammer.

The blue-black chain linked the wooden handle to the silver spiked hammer, which radiated coldness, appearing more troublesome than the spiked club.

The smile on the demons’ faces transferred to the human martial artists.

The chain hammer was far harder to master than the spiked club, so Zhou Leng originally didn’t plan to use it, or at least intended to practice more before using it.

Now, with no choice, he could only grit his teeth and use it.

The bad news was, when he first started using it, it was indeed a mess.

The good news was, the freezing aura of the ice hammer was terrifyingly strong in Zhou Leng’s hand, even if he missed a hit, the legendary level of cold erosion could damage the demon’s bodily functions, ensuring a lethal blow with the next strike.

Better yet, Zhou Leng had a Demon Spirit Master help activate the frozen sphere, keeping the range around five meters.

Without a large number of Demon Spirit Masters to maintain it, the total power of the frozen sphere decreased, but the range shrank from its original three-kilometer radius to five meters.

This resulted in the absolute freezing power around Zhou Leng being about three times stronger than before.

In the eyes of the demons, a terrifying scene unfolded.

Zhou Leng, with the frozen sphere hovering over his head, swung the ice hammer erratically around, laying waste all around.

Every demon that entered the frozen sphere’s range couldn’t exert even half of their strength.

The demons dispatched a muscle beastman with demigod bloodline.

Two missed strikes, one hit squarely, dead.

They sent out an innate giant insect.

Two strikes, dead.

With no other option, they sent a Demon Giant.

Three hits yesterday, two today, and the Demon Giant shattered into pieces of ice on the ground.

The Celestial Calamity Army commander gritted his teeth and deployed the Demon Dragon, fully fortified with various spells, and wearing legendary armor.

Unlike ordinary Demon Dragons, its pitch-black oily dragon skin was studded with fist-sized black crystals.

The Black Crystal Demon Dragon, the most commercially valuable Demon Dragon.

Black Dragon Crystals are a famous luxury item and demonic material in the Ten Realms.

The demons parted ways, the Demon Dragon extended its massive wings and approached Zhou Leng.

"Human, when the black crystal descends, all words become pale and weak."

"Power creates everything, changes everything, destroys everything."

After speaking, the Demon Dragon charged forward.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Leng’s eyes suddenly lit up with an inexplicable fighting spirit.

With the frozen sphere overhead, he swung the ice hammer and attacked the Demon Dragon.

The Demon Dragon was only a muscle innate.

Zhou Leng was far from being a match for a Great Innate Demon Dragon, but against a muscle Demon Dragon, they were evenly matched.

Their battle shook the earth, crashed buildings, quickly dodging and maneuvering as they left the battlefield, fighting amidst the fortress’s buildings.

Man and dragon, like two tanks, roared loudly, battled for a long time, with no winner.

Boom...

The Demon Dragon crashed into a four-story building, smashing a large section of the wall, bricks tumbling down.

It roared angrily, spewing dark dragon breath.

Zhou Leng swiftly dodged.

The Demon Dragon’s power was almost as strong as that of a Giant, and with powerful spells, it was far more troublesome than a brute force Demon Giant.

The Demon Dragon cast spells in rapid succession, Zhou Leng continually closing in.

Suddenly, Zhou Leng found a flaw in the Demon Dragon, suddenly rushing behind it, wrapping both arms around its thick tail.

With his Qi and blood surging all over, his body swelled, using nearly three hundred tons of force to drag the Demon Dragon.

The Demon Dragon wanted to cast a spell but lost its balance, interrupting the casting, turning its head in panic and confusion towards the little figure behind it.

Such a small human, yet able to drag it.

Furious, the Demon Dragon tried to turn back to breathe dragon breath, but found it had just expelled it, insufficient power remaining.

So, with steely resolve, it dug its claws into the ground, violently swung its tail to wrestle with Zhou Leng.

This giant dragon weighed over a hundred tons, comparable to a blue whale.

"Up!" Zhou Leng murmured, and the ground beneath his feet cracked like a web, then his body spun in place, swinging the Demon Dragon.

Screech...

The Demon Dragon’s claws left deep grooves in the ground.

Screech...

The Demon Dragon lifted off the ground, flung sideways by Zhou Leng.

The martial artists and demons watching nearby, as well as the numerous commanders monitoring the battle via drone, all held their breath.

That was a Demon Dragon.

Zhou Leng, clutching the Demon Dragon, spun in place, the ground beneath his feet collapsing and cracking.

The Demon Dragon was swung rapidly, drawing circles in mid-air.

Suddenly, Zhou Leng used all his strength, thick white steam spurting from the pores in his arms.

Screech...

The Demon Dragon flew out.

Boom!

The Demon Dragon crashed into the previous four-story building.

Crashing through all four floors.

Rumble...

Amidst a sky full of dust and debris, the four-story building collapsed.

Zhou Leng charged forward over the fallen rubble.

The Demon Dragon, groggily rising, shook its brain gently.

Inside, there was a clanking sound as if it were filled with water.

Suddenly, the Demon Dragon’s tail tensed, snapping its head back.

The man’s hands gripped the place where the dragon’s tail met its hindquarters, shouldering its tail.

"What are you going to do... can’t we just talk it out..." the Demon Dragon cried out in a sharp, mournful tone.

Zhou Leng took a step forward, breaking the ground, lifting the dragon’s tail on his shoulder, and executed an overhead throw.

The giant dragon, over ten meters long and weighing hundreds of tons, was lifted off the ground, traced a semicircle in the sky, and landed heavily on its back and head.

Bang!

The ground caved in, the demon dragon’s body trembled thrice, and its eyes lost focus.

Zhou Leng rushed to the demon dragon’s nape, swinging the Frost Cry Sword.

Swish...

With one slash, he beheaded it. The power of frost sealed the wound, leaving not a drop of blood.

Under the watchful eyes of the two armies, Zhou Leng quickly dismembered the demon dragon, storing the pieces in a spatial wooden box.

The speed of his actions sent chills over every demon present.

How many giant dragons must this madman have killed to become so adept at slicing them up?

Zhou Leng, carrying a chain hammer, strode across a battlefield of ruins, leaping back between the two armies.

A crowd of innate demons was intimidated, retreating slowly, not daring to confront him.

"Demon Slayer!"

"Demon Slayer!"

The human race’s army advanced.

Within a side hall of the City Lord’s Mansion, Huqiu Fortress’s commander watched footage of the masked martial artist’s battle through the Four Fang Horn.

According to the demon warlock’s analysis, this person was the same who had turned the tide at the Battle of Tai Lake, and also contributed to seizing the third mine.

In this city battle, he had fought for three consecutive days, killing thousands of innate beings.

"The Innate King..."

The Four Fang Horn stared at the image of Zhou Leng.

He felt the man seemed familiar, but he had only met Zhou Leng once, for a brief time, and Zhou Leng back then did not have such battlefield dominion, so he didn’t connect him to Zhou Leng.

"No matter what, he must die. Send orders, deploy the Undying Knights, first gather death power, then directly defeat this human martial artist to restore morale."

"Yes!"

On the afternoon of the third day of street combat, a terrifying rumor spread.

The Undying Knights appeared.

One Undying Knight turned into ten, leaving corpses wherever they passed.

The most terrifying aspect of the Undying Knights is that when they charge, they kill anything in their path, indiscriminately.

In just an hour, the Undying Knights absorbed enough death power.

From afar, ten Undying Knights, on hell warhorses five meters high, were pitch black like a dense fog, wielding massive black gold knight spears, charging at Zhou Leng.

Clip-clop-clip-clop... Bang-bang-bang...

The hoofbeats resounded, thudding heavily.

The innate demons ahead turned pale, parting like a tide to escape over the walls.

Zhou Leng looked up, staring at the black storm coming at him, hesitation flickered in his eyes, then transformed into determination.

Though knowing he was no match, he still decided to try one move before escaping.

"Go quickly!" the people behind shouted.

Zhou Leng put away the chain hammer, switching to his more mastered Frost Cry Sword.

Ahead, nine subordinate knights encircled the main knight in the center, their steps thunderous, growing faster.

Suddenly, the Undying Knights accelerated.

Boom!

Breaking the sound barrier, a white sonic wall, like a Qi wall, surrounded them.

All martial artists were horrified, fleeing everywhere.

On the chaotic long street, only one faced the black storm, swinging a sword to strike.

The main knight in the center held his spear, even tilting his head slightly, like a spectator, without striking.

The nine subordinate knights by his side all brandished their spears.

Boom-boom-boom...

Nine simultaneous explosions, nine horizontal pointed white Qi forces, like nine white dragons, detached from the spears, rushing forward.

At the grandmaster level, power is unleashed externally.

Zhou Leng never expected the Undying Knights to be this formidable, but retreat now meant certain death. His eyes flickered, he swung his sword with all his might.

Whoosh...

The Frost Cry Sword, surrounded by True Qi, erupted like fire, roaring incessantly.

The Taiqing Sea Robe unfurled like a cloak, billowing hollowly.

One sword cleaved down, directly striking the foremost Qi force.

Boom!

The moment Zhou Leng’s body collided with the Qi force, his entire body compressed forward like a spring, but in the instant after the collision, his body borrowed the Qi force to fly backward.

Yet, the Undying Knights’ power was too strong. The first Qi force not only shocked Zhou Leng but the remaining Qi forces also formed a terrifying penetrative power, successively impacting his body.

The Taiqing Sea Robe instantly disintegrated, the legendary armor shook violently.

Zhou Leng’s vision went black, and in midair, he couldn’t hold back anymore, as a metallic taste surged in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

In an instant, the onlookers from afar witnessed an unbelievable scene.

They saw that amidst the blood mist in the sky, a very small portion of blood droplets formed a strange suction, drawing in all the blood.

Then, the blood flowed back, returning to Zhou Leng’s mouth.

As the crowd marveled at this miraculous technique, Zhou Leng’s body slammed into the ground, then bounced up, slammed again, and bounced up once more.

Three bounces and three falls, like a powerless ball.

The hoofbeats, sounded again.

The next instant, Zhou Leng leaped up, glancing at the Undying Knight who had yet to unleash his spear.

"When I reach Great Innate, you and I will fight again!"

Zhou Leng turned to run.

His steps, Dragon Flash, reaching nearly 300 meters per second.

The Undying Knight pursued for a while, then stopped.

After all, he wasn’t a true grandmaster, having just used a supersonic charge, he couldn’t use it immediately again.

The mission accomplished, he looked at the retreating figure in the distance, turned his horse’s head, and returned.

Seeing the Undying Knights not pursuing, Zhou Leng slowed down, jogging towards the camp.

He cursed in his heart at the Undying Knights’ shamelessness, nine against one, who could withstand that?

Not to mention himself, even bone-forging stage Li Shenkong would have to spit blood and flee here.

Among everyone he knew, probably only the Three Sons of Ancient River could face this fiend head-on at the bone-forging stage.