Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials-Chapter 247 - 140: Tai Mountain God? (3)

In a single breath, the leader of the Rute Army transformed into a gigantic figure over four meters tall, his body covered in black muscles, reflecting light like it was forged from steel.

He looked almost like a completely different person compared to his previously frail and aged body.

His entire aura surged in an instant, nearly reaching the level of the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, and his momentum continued to rise.

In the sky, Zheng Yi’s heart spirit was immersed in the silhouette of the Tai Mountain God, coldly observing everything.

Heaven and earth are unkind, treating all beings as straw dogs.

Now merged with the incarnation of the Tai Mountain God, Zheng Yi, though retaining self-awareness, had divinity overwhelming humanity, a lofty and indifferent sensation akin to the Heavenly Dao, with human consciousness diminished to the extreme, yet his mental computation reached another extreme.

He looked indifferently at these people rising to the sky, advancing toward him, watching their transformed physical appearances due to biological modification, seeing the bulging veins on their faces, their features becoming pronounced, with black pupils turning dark red.

An indescribable evil aura was emanating from the depths of their souls, manifesting through their desperation and unwillingness, as they let out their final roars.

Even if true divine spirits descended, these people refused to accept the judgment of destiny, unwilling to accept divine punishment, they were determined to resist heaven and earth.

Especially the leading general, claimed to be the true leader and spiritual exemplar of the entire Rute Army, had at this moment completely turned into a monster, hurling himself beneath the Tai Mountain God, his orderly teeth had become sharp fangs glinting coldly, spewing endless black mist upon opening his mouth.

Looking up to the sky, these modified ultimate biological weapons unleashed their most powerful force ever, also their final resistance, filled with extreme rage.

Alas, all this was merely laughable child’s play in the face of absolute power.

Having emerged from the Great Yi City Immortal Realm, Zheng Yi profoundly understood that before the true might of nature, in the eyes of a great power who could overshadow the sky and the sun, the vicissitudes of the world were nothing but a breeze.

The rebellion of these people seemed to be nothing more than the meaningless struggle of ants.

Zheng Yi, merged with the Lord of Tai Mountain Prefect, wielded this sword almost consuming all the belief power accumulated through the day and night incense offerings of Soul Hall followers over recent years.

Thus, this sword of his, not tolerated by heaven and earth, reached an extremity, demonstrating the power to challenge the heavens.

If one had seen such a powerful attack before, it was during the confrontation in Yanyin City between the Black Mountain Monarch and other Transformed Great Demons against the Purple Mansion Cultivators of Nine Yin Hall, where both sides’ spells pried open the natural forces, revealing such terrifying energy surges.

In the face of power at this level, ordinary people indeed seemed as insignificant as ants, even superpower users were no exception.

Hence, no matter how unwilling the Rute Army general and others were, no matter how they expressed their burning fury and hatred against the heavens, it was to no avail before the magnificent presence of the Lord of Tai Mountain Prefect akin to the world itself.

The Lord of Tai Mountain Prefect, suspended in the sky, wore a cold expression, his eyes suddenly widening, filled with dazzling white light, as a blinding ray abruptly descended from the sky, striking the vast military fortress shielded by cement and steel.

Rumble!

Like celestial gods wielding the sword of punishment, momentarily, the sky halted, and the formless pressure seemed to make heaven and earth stop functioning all at once, remaining stagnant there.

Subsequently, the full-force explosion of the Rute Army general and a dozen elite soldiers, despite having underwent modifications to be as tough as steel, in the terrifying sword qi...

They roared, struggled, but as if encountering the most extreme high heat of the sun’s surface, they directly vanished into nothingness within the sword qi.

Annihilated effortlessly, without hindrance.

Following this, a massive wail resonated inside and outside the military base, amidst the earth-shaking roar, the terrifying sound carried heaps of dust, rising up a hundred meters high.

Like a mushroom cloud, the smoke encased the sky above the Rute Army base.

The earth trembled, the terrifying force directly transmitted to the ground, where thick, giant cracks spread out like the earth opening its mouth, covering the whole military base area.

Boom!

Another loud explosion, amidst countless faintly heard screams, the huge military fortress of the Rute Army shockingly just collapsed.

Amidst boundless dust shaking, a dark, deep hole of the underground was revealed.

Once the rumbling noise completely ceased, terrifying howls and piercing screams emerged one after another from the underground, that now seemed like a ruin.

In the sky, the silhouette of the Lord of Tai Mountain Prefect gradually dissipated, revealing the figure of Zheng Yi clad in black.

He no longer possessed the divine aura that was exalted and akin to the Heavenly Dao.

Though the silhouette of the Lord of Tai Mountain Prefect was controlled by Zheng Yi, unleashing that earth-shattering strike was by no means easy, costing all the belief power accumulated over years in a single blow.

The results achieved were indeed astonishing, the sword cutting the lifeline of the entire Rute Army fortress, utterly turning this place into ruins.

Even in the Great Yi City Immortal Realm, only power at the Purple Mansion Level could achieve such a feat.

Dispersing the formless sword qi from his hands, Zheng Yi’s whole body plummeted like a meteor, with his two feet crashing heavily into the center of the already ruined military base, initiating a small-scale tremor.

Now, this place was filled with remnants and dismembered limbs, with barely any living beings remaining; more people were fleeing, cursing their parents for not giving them more legs to escape.

Zheng Yi’s dignified eyes fell deeply on the collapsed ruins; in his gaze, there was no mercy, no hatred, only indifference.

He stood at the core area of the military fortress, above which the gigantic chasm carved by the Tai Mountain God’s silhouette’s sword revealed the scene below the core.