The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 473 - 384: Breath of Wind, The Damaged Legendary Level_1
Lu Yuan unleashed his full power.
The high-frequency vibrating muscles in his Ming King Body pulsated like mountain ranges, the Flower of Flesh blossoming.
In a daze, Lu Yuan felt as if he were about to break through some unseen barrier, to grasp some intangible connection.
The immortal Demon Mountain empowered his body, and from the void above, an unprecedented force descended.
"OMMM—"
The giant grey-white axe emitted a peculiar hum.
An intense, pure black radiance inexplicably appeared upon the blood-red gleam of the axe blade.
The two streams of light merged, instantly pierced through intervening space, and with a SWISH, streaked across the body of the Emissary of the Ten Thousand Gods, who was loudly chanting and forming arcane seals.
"Ugh..."
In an instant, the Emissary of the Ten Thousand Gods’ chanting ceased abruptly, and the movements of his hands froze.
He raised his head, staring fixedly at Lu Yuan. His strange, contorted face seemed etched with utter shock and disbelief.
In the next second, spiderweb-like black cracks appeared on his upper body, from the chest diagonally upwards, and then it shattered like broken porcelain.
Lu Yuan raised his hand, and an invisible force drew the black Crystal Ball, gradually dimming in mid-air, into his grasp.
Lu Yuan casually examined the black Crystal Ball in his hand, his eyes shining with a peculiar light as he replayed the sensation of the axe strike he had just delivered.
The Miracle Realm...
Lu Yuan was certain he had once again touched the Miracle Realm.
It was thanks to the mysterious power of the Miracle Realm that the axe strike had so cleanly dispatched the Emissary of the Ten Thousand Gods.
The porcelain-like cracks on the Emissary of the Ten Thousand Gods’ body were also a result of the Miracle Realm’s power descending upon him.
Every time I make contact, I delve deeper into this realm. It won’t be long before I might be able to fully enter it...
Lu Yuan thought to himself.
Having dealt with the Emissary of the Ten Thousand Gods, he casually glanced ahead. In the distance, he spotted a figure rapidly fleeing.
A sharp light flashed in Lu Yuan’s eyes as immense power surged within him. The ground beneath his feet suddenly caved in and exploded, and his colossal form shot upwards.
Almost forgot... there’s one more.
...
"WHOOSH—"
The Eleventh Throne, enveloped in a dense platinum light, skimmed over the canopy of the primeval jungle like a meteor.
His eyes were grave, his expression both moved and solemn. Like a startled bird, he fled with great haste.
"BEEP. BEEP."
An alert sounded from the expensive, diamond-studded watch on the Eleventh Throne’s wrist.
He looked up at the sound and saw a faint white light in his field of vision, heading his way. It was the Fly Shuttle arriving to retrieve him.
Seeing the silhouette of the Fly Shuttle, the Eleventh Throne’s gaze relaxed slightly.
But just then—
"BOOM!"
A deafening roar erupted from beneath him. A terrifying aura, like a volcanic eruption, surged skyward. A vast shadow rapidly ascended, blotting out the daylight and instantly engulfing the Eleventh Throne’s figure...
"Damn it!"
The face beneath the Eleventh Throne’s platinum mask contorted.
Without the slightest hesitation, his platinum light flared, and a potent surge of blood energy erupted from beneath his skin. As this blood energy surged, his entire body swelled. His speed increased dramatically, and he shot forward.
But though he was fast, something else was faster.
The instant the shadow rose, an axe-light descended from above. Like a hot knife through butter, it effortlessly sliced through the layers of platinum light protecting the Eleventh Throne, then struck down...
"BOOM!"
The Eleventh Throne felt as if struck by lightning. His platinum mask clattered to the ground, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Horrified, he tried to use the impact’s momentum to flee, but several enormous palms were already closing in like dark clouds.
"CRACK! CRACK! CRACK—"
The massive hands shattered the Eleventh Throne’s final, thin layer of protective energy. The terrifying power imbued in them made his bones creak and groan under the crushing grip.
He felt like a balloon about to be burst. An irresistible, immense force squeezed his chest, causing the turbid blood within to surge upwards, and he nearly fainted.
Soon, he felt an icy gaze upon his face.
Struggling to open his eyes, he met a pair of chilling orbs—blood-red pupils that spun like flowers.
The owner of those eyes stood with his back to the sun, looking down imperiously at the Eleventh Throne.
"I have long admired the Mosa Religion and am just looking for an introduction...
Why are you in such a hurry to leave?
Could it be..."
The man’s voice paused. He then grinned, revealing a row of perfectly white, sharp teeth, and said softly, "Are you afraid I might actually eat you?"
The Eleventh Throne was completely immobilized. The oppressive weight of that savage, domineering, and terrifying aura—like a tsunami crashing down from close range—suffocated him. His body tensed instantly, eyes wide, and when he tried to speak, only choked sounds, "Ugh... ugh... ugh..." escaped his lips.
.....
"HISS—"
The heavy mechanical doors slowly parted.
Behind the doors stood three figures.
The foremost individual wore a military uniform; his temples were lightly streaked with grey. He exuded a natural authority, the very air of a high-ranking commander.
The other two, likely his personal bodyguards, followed closely behind him, their faces impassive.
As the man in the military uniform and his entourage walked in, someone immediately hurried forward, bowing respectfully and murmuring, "General."
