Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast-Chapter 591: Chen Chu: "I Feel Like I Can Go Another Round" (I)

Boom!

Yet, amid the dissipating shockwaves, a blood-enshrouded figure shot out. It was none other than Chen Chu, entirely unharmed.

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The sight struck despair into the eyes of the elite demons. Against such an overwhelmingly fast, invincible, and powerful enemy, they were like lambs awaiting slaughter, utterly powerless to resist.

Under normal circumstances, a human warrior charging into their formation would have been intercepted and surrounded by powerful Purgatory Demon experts.

However, Varas, their legion commander and a middle-stage Ninth Heavenly Realm powerhouse, had been obliterated by a single strike from this man. Their vice commander had met a similar fate earlier while attempting to confront the monster.

From atop the battlefield, Demon King Karas gazed at the blood-drenched figure that had traversed hundreds of kilometers from the mountain range and into the heart of their forces. Realizing further delay would doom the ten auxiliary legions, he roared furiously.

"Krast! Deploy the Dark Demonic Blood Soul Array to trap that human. All other demons, regroup with the Kunus Legion and withdraw from the battlefield near the Parona Mountain."

Boom!

As the demon king issued the command, Chen Chu shattered the skull of a colossal beast over two hundred meters long and a hundred meters tall, resembling an ancient giant elephant.

With the death of this beast king, the remaining Armored Elephants descended into chaos, throwing the Purgatory Clan's previously dominant battle line into disarray.

Phew!

Standing atop the beast's massive corpse, Chen Chu exhaled slowly. After his relentless slaughter, his aura had recovered to half its strength. The murderous aura surrounding him surged skyward, making him appear like a hellish god of death.

Still, Chen Chu carefully suppressed his power, deliberately maintaining a facade of weakness. He relied primarily on his physical strength in combat, and avoided full recovery.

Using the Phantasmal Ocean Demon art, enhanced to its limits, and the Hidden Divinity art, now enhanced to the stage of divine abilities through innate feedback, Chen Chu masked his true strength. Even a great demon king would struggle to discern the reality of his condition.

One altered his life aura, while the other concealed or even temporarily erased his presence.

Yet, without the Celestial King’s principle shielding him, Chen Chu knew the demon god above would have seen through his disguise by now. The gap between their power was simply too vast, and he was operating directly under its watchful gaze.

As the demon kings issued their orders, the thousand-kilometer Purgatory Clan battle line began to collapse. The main battle legion was the first to retreat.

Krast, the commander of Battlefield Three, hesitated briefly before flying toward Chen Chu. He was accompanied by two beginning-stage Ninth Demonic Mark demons and seven late-stage Eighth Mark demons.

By this point, Chen Chu had decimated most of the high-level experts on the battlefield.

Boom!

As the demons approached, their demonic runes flared, unleashing torrents of demonic qi that soared into the sky like pillars of black energy. The qi churned violently, forming a massive dark array that spanned several kilometers and enveloped Chen Chu.

The moment the array took form, Chen Chu sensed the surrounding space warp and twist. He found himself trapped in a labyrinth of distorted space saturated with dark demonic qi.

The array emitted a disorienting spiritual wave that interfered with the spirit and soul, causing confusion, sensory disruption, and blurred perception, in a manner that bore a resemblance to the Dark Veil.

However, the labyrinth’s structure was fragile, and could easily be destroyed with a single strike.

Boom!

Chen Chu spun abruptly, his halberd glowing with crimson light. The weapon transformed into a blood-red halberd over two hundred meters long, imbued with the power of hell itself, and shattered everything in its path.

Bang!

A peak Eighth Heavenly Realm demon attempting a sneak attack was obliterated instantly.

The array weakened immediately, and Krast's face darkened as he snarled. "Bara, you fool! We only needed to trap him briefly!"

That idiot actually believed he could kill this human. Couldn’t he see that his aura has already recovered to half its strength?

Without hesitation, Krast abandoned the array. His figure turned into a streak of black light, fleeing into the distance.

Boom!

Just as Krast attempted to flee, searing golden flames and thunderbolts erupted, tearing through the dark veil. Simultaneously, a beginning-stage Ninth Heavenly Realm demon was obliterated.

The remaining seven advanced demons turned pale, abandoning any thought of resistance and fleeing without hesitation.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Kill them all!"

"Charge!"

As a tide of high-level enemies swarmed Chen Chu, the human army's forces, emboldened by his invincible display, launched an even fiercer assault.

With the Purgatory Demon Clan now retreating, human troops surged to the forefront, their expressions alight with excitement and fervor.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Drones in the skies engaged with the fleeing mutated beasts, while rockets and artillery behind the lines rained devastation upon the retreating alien forces. Armed mechs followed closely behind, rifles blazing in unison.

However, even the weakest among the alien forces had physiques equivalent to Fourth Heavenly Realm cultivators, allowing them to sprint at speeds exceeding a hundred meters per second. They quickly outran the artillery bombardment.

Such sudden collapses in enemy ranks could happen in the blink of an eye.

At Battlefield Three, with Chen Chu leading the charge and slaughtering his way deep into enemy ranks, an invisible force began spreading among the advancing human warriors.

The Celestial King’s principle encompassed aspects of humanity’s technological civilization, entwining itself with the mechs and weapons on the battlefield. As this power advanced with the frontline, it subtly eroded the domain of Deorus’s principle, gradually altering the local fabric of reality.

Disruptions in the world's magnetic field that interfered with communications, and the corrosive effects of chaotic transcendent energy on electronic systems, were quietly neutralized.

As an entity wielding a complete principle, the Celestial King could influence minor principles of a localized space. With time, his power could even override the very fabric of natural principles.

However, this particular assault had not gone as planned. The sudden influx of Purgatory reinforcements had thwarted the intended element of surprise, falling short of the Celestial King’s expectations. Worse, the operation had exposed the existence of Chen Chu—an exceptional genius.

There were also more heavenly-king-level powerhouses in the opposition. Thinking of this, the Celestial King showed a thoughtful gaze.

Deorus, on the other hand, was seething; Battlefield Three had collapsed far too quickly.

In the eyes of these two supreme entities, spanning tens of thousands of kilometers from the human Abyssal City to the Purgatory Demon Clan’s buffer zone, a clash of principles was occurring.

The area was split in two—the Celestial King’s principle and Deorus’s principle constantly entangled and eroded each other. They had been locked in this struggle for countless day-cycles.

Now, with the frontline battlefield fractured, a breach had opened. The principles previously dominated by Deorus were rapidly dissipating and being overtaken.

The reason? No one on the transcendent battlefield could stop the human genius.

This human must die. Deorus suppressed his urge to personally strike and shifted his focus to the central battlefield.

The Purgatory Clan held a significant advantage there. Aside from the lone Mech No. 1, which had ventured deep into enemy territory, humanity was struggling both in the direct confrontation and in the mythical-level clashes.

Victory is near.

Watching the biological mech penetrate three enemy legions and plunge into the Purgatory Demon Clan’s rear, Deorus’s gaze grew icy. Soon, humanity will learn the price of such audacity.