The entire battlefield fell silent for an instant.
Mid-stage Sky-Soaring Realm.
A single slap?
What exactly was this monster?
But the divine corpse did not give the crowd time to be shocked.
It continued forward.
With every step it took, soldiers were knocked down by the shockwaves.
With every punch it threw, military formations were torn apart.
Fifty thousand soldiers in the outer camp were covered by the shockwave, resulting in a large number of serious injuries.
The lights of the medical camp instantly lit up all at once.
"Stretchers!"
"Hemostatic talismans!"
"Internal organs ruptured, quickly use Life-Sustaining Pills!"
"Don't block the damn way! Carry the seriously injured first!"
The medics roared until their voices broke.
Yet the divine corpse kept advancing.
It was like a killing machine devoid of emotion.
No anger.
No roaring.
No provocation.
It simply used the most basic movements to crush everything in its path.
From the direction of the central army, Patriarch Ren soared into the sky.
He held a dragon-head staff, his white hair flying, flames of fury burning in his eyes.
He had actually been in a good mood these past few days.
The Crimson Moon Demonic Sect was destroyed.
The Ren family had successfully chosen the right side.
His great-granddaughter Ren Yingying's position in the Great Zhou harem was secure.
He had even obtained a golden core from the Bloodfiend Patriarch.
Following this trend, the Ren family would at least enjoy dividends for three generations in the future.
As a result, just after going to sleep tonight, someone smashed the camp.
And the camp they smashed belonged to Wang Hao.
If this wasn't handled well, Patriarch Ren felt he wouldn't even be able to hold onto that golden core with peace of mind.
"Let this old man meet you!"
Patriarch Ren struck out with his staff.
Boom!
The aura of the Demigod Realm erupted.
The dragon-head staff transformed into a hundred-zhang-long blood-qi flood dragon, roaring as it crashed toward the divine corpse.
The divine corpse finally stopped.
It looked up at the blood-qi flood dragon.
Then it reached out a hand.
Grabbed.
Tore apart.
Boom!
The hundred-zhang-long blood-qi flood dragon was forcefully torn into two halves by it.
Patriarch Ren's eyelids twitched wildly.
"This physical body..."
Before he could finish speaking, the divine corpse had already stepped through the void, rushing to his front.
Its speed was completely inconsistent with that heavy three-zhang-tall physical body.
Patriarch Ren held the dragon-head staff horizontally in front of him.
Bang!
The divine corpse smashed down with a punch.
The staff bent violently.
Patriarch Ren's arms went numb, and his entire body was smashed back a hundred zhang.
He roared angrily, the blood-qi in his body boiling.
"Ren Family's Town-Suppressing Secret Technique, Nine-Turn Dragon Blood Force!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His aura surged continuously.
Nine blood-colored dragon patterns appeared on the dragon-head staff.
Patriarch Ren stepped on the void and charged up again.
This time, he attacked like a torrential rain.
Layers upon layers of staff shadows struck, making the void tremble.
The divine corpse stood in place, allowing the staff shadows to fall on its body.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every strike was enough to severely injure a Sky-Soaring Realm expert.
But when they hit the divine corpse, they only splashed strings of blue-gray blood light.
Its skin was cracked open.
Its muscles were smashed in.
There was even a rib that was blasted out by Patriarch Ren.
But the next moment.
The black chains piercing the divine corpse's collarbones vibrated slightly.
From deep within the void, a surge of dark energy poured into the divine corpse's body.
The wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The caved-in muscles bulged up again.
The cracked skin recovered as if it were new.
Patriarch Ren's expression completely changed.
"It can heal itself?"
The divine corpse raised its hand.
A punch.
Still just a punch.
Patriarch Ren used all his strength to block it.
But this time, the power on the divine corpse's fist was even heavier than before.
Like an ancient divine mountain crashing down.
Boom!!!
Patriarch Ren was smashed from the sky into the ground with a single punch.
The earth exploded into a ten-zhang-deep pit.
Cracks spread for hundreds of zhang.
Smoke and dust soared into the sky.
"Patriarch!"
The Ren family experts exclaimed.
A moment later.
The sound of coughing up blood came from the bottom of the pit.
Patriarch Ren climbed out leaning on his dragon-head staff, the protective astral qi on half of his body shattered, his white beard covered in blood.
He looked up at the divine corpse, shock appearing in his eyes for the first time.
"What exactly is this monster?"
"This old man struck it with a full-force blow, and it didn't even sway."
"It hit this old man with one punch, and this old man almost saw his ancestors."
When Old Master Li from the southeast Li family arrived, he happened to hear this sentence, and his face twitched.
"Old Ghost Ren, still joking at a time like this?"
Patriarch Ren spat out a mouthful of blood.
"If I don't joke a bit, it will make this old man seem like he died without enough dignity."
Old Master Li was speechless.
Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword stepped on his sword and arrived, his expression extremely solemn.
"This thing doesn't seem like a living creature."
"Its physical strength is close to the early stage of the Martial God Realm."
"It has no divine soul fluctuations, yet there is external energy repairing it."
"Where did the Heavenly Secret Pavilion get this kind of thing?"
No one answered.
Because in the distant night sky, more rumbles were heard.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Like a giant drum being struck.
Each sound heavier than the last.
Inside the central army tent, Xiao Chen was shaken off the stretcher.
He grimaced and climbed up.
"What now?"
Ye Guyun pushed open the tent curtain, looked at the sky, and his expression rarely changed.
"There isn't just one."
Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat.
"What do you mean there isn't just one?"
Wanyan Gu rushed in holding a helmet.
"This is bad!"
"Eight more just fell from the sky!"
Xiao Chen's vision went dark.
"Eight?"
Qin Hongye walked into the tent with a cold face.
"Adding the one fighting in the camp right now, that's a total of nine."
Xiao Chen was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Is it too late for me to pretend to faint now?"
Ye Guyun said, "Too late."
Wanyan Gu said seriously, "You can really faint, I'll help you with a punch."
Xiao Chen glared at him.
"Have you been wanting to hit me for a long time?"
Wanyan Gu said honestly, "Not for a long time, just wanted to right now."
Outside.
Nine blue-gray figures landed at the same time.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The four sides of the Great Zhou military camp all shook.
Dust soared into the sky.
Formations shattered.
Countless soldiers were shaken so hard they couldn't stand steadily.
Nine divine corpses, all descended.
They did not immediately form an array.
Nor did they say a single word of nonsense.
They just slowly advanced toward the Great Zhou central army from nine directions.
Every step felt like stepping on everyone's heart.
The experts of the Avengers Alliance ascended into the sky one after another.
Patriarch Ren.
Old Master Li.
Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword.
The Northern Barbarian Grand Shaman accompanying the army.
Several demigods from various sects.
More than forty Sky-Soaring Realm experts.
This was a high-end combat force enough to sweep across any faction in the Western Regions.
But at this moment, facing the nine divine corpses, they felt a chill seeping out from their bones.
Because they saw that the injuries inflicted on the first divine corpse by Patriarch Ren had completely recovered.
And the Sky-Soaring Realm patriarchs injured by it were still lying on the ground spitting blood.
The gap between the two sides was laid bare right in front of them.
Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword slowly drew his sword.
The hum of the sword was clear and resonant.
"Everyone."
"If we can't block them tonight, the seven hundred thousand strong army will definitely fall into chaos."
Old Master Li sighed.
"This old man is at such an old age, I originally thought that clinging to Great Zhou's thigh was to enjoy blessings."
Patriarch Ren coughed up blood and said, "If you want to enjoy blessings, you have to survive tonight first."
The Northern Barbarian Grand Shaman gripped his bone staff tightly, his expression gloomy.
"These things have the smell of divine corpses on them."
Wanyan Gu, who had just run over, heard this and his eyes widened.
"What does a divine corpse smell like?"
The Grand Shaman glanced at him.
"If you die a very miserable death in the future, are buried for eight thousand years, and then dug up, it'll be roughly this smell."
Wanyan Gu: "..."
He silently retreated behind Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen said angrily, "What are you hiding behind me for?"
Wanyan Gu said seriously, "You are a genius of the Great Zhou, you should stand in the front row before you die."
Xiao Chen was so angry he almost suffered a relapse of internal injuries.
In the sky, the nine divine corpses stopped at the same time.
The ghostly green fire in their eye sockets suddenly flared up.
The black chains on their collarbones rattled.
From deep within the void, that dark energy began to madly pour into their bodies.
Nine streams of physical coercion, approaching the early stage of the Martial God realm, erupted simultaneously.
Boom!
The entire Great Zhou military camp felt as if it were being pressed down by a giant invisible hand.
Countless soldiers turned pale, their knees growing weak.
Warhorses knelt on the ground, whining in distress.
Formation masters bled from their mouths and noses.
Even the powerful experts in the Sky-Soaring Realm felt their chests tighten.
Commotion began to spread throughout the army.
"How are we supposed to fight this?"
"Nine Martial Gods?"
"Where is His Majesty?"
"Why isn't His Majesty here yet?"
"Order from the central command, hold your ground!"
"Deserters will be executed!"
Wei Zhongxian stood on the high platform of the central command, his face as dark as still water.
With a flick of his whisk, the Eastern Depot agents immediately scattered in all directions to stabilize the army's morale.
But he also knew that military law alone could not suppress their fear.
Because tonight's enemies were beyond the comprehension of ordinary soldiers.
This was not a war.
This was a mythical disaster descending upon the military camp.
Right at this moment.
The first divine corpse moved.
It charged at Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword.
Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword slashed out with his sword.
A vast river of sword energy tore across the night sky.
The divine corpse neither dodged nor evaded, forcefully pushing forward against the sword energy.
The sword energy ripped dozens of wounds across its body.
In the next instant, the wounds healed.
The divine corpse rushed in front of Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword and smashed down with a punch.
Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword blocked horizontally with his ancient sword.
Boom!
He was sent flying backward, smashing through a cliff.
The second divine corpse charged at Old Master Li.
The third charged at Patriarch Ren.
The fourth and fifth charged directly into the group of Sky-Soaring Realm experts.
The battlefield instantly spiraled out of control.
The Avengers Alliance, for the first time in a true sense, was beaten into despair.
It wasn't that they weren't strong.
They were already a group of top-tier experts in the Eastern Wasteland.
But the divine corpses did not play by the rules of martial arts.
They had no sense of pain.
No vital spots.
No fear.
And they could heal themselves.
A full-strength strike from a Sky-Soaring Realm expert landing on them would at most break the skin.
A punch in return from a divine corpse would result in coughing up blood at best, and broken bones and snapped tendons at worst.
Geniuses like Xiao Chen, Ye Guyun, Qin Hongye, and Wanyan Gu were also forced into the battle.
They formed a formation and launched a surprise attack on the flank of one of the divine corpses.
Ye Guyun thrust his sword at the joint behind the divine corpse's knee.
Sparks flew in all directions.
A chip broke off the tip of his sword.
The divine corpse looked down at him.
That gaze held no emotion.
Yet it made all the hairs on Ye Guyun's body stand on end.
Xiao Chen let out a furious roar, burning his true intent, and slashed his broken sword at the exact same spot.
Clang!
The broken sword trembled.
The webbing between Xiao Chen's thumb and index finger split open.
Only a shallow mark was added to the divine corpse's knee.
Wanyan Gu's arms transformed into barbarian tattoos as he hugged the divine corpse's calf.
"I'll hold it down!"
The next moment, the divine corpse lifted its foot.
Wanyan Gu was lifted entirely off the ground.
Before he even had time to curse, he was casually kicked away by the divine corpse, smashing into a distant granary like a stone.
Qin Hongye's Red Lotus True Fire landed on the divine corpse's chest.
The flames burned through a layer of flesh and skin.
A black chain vibrated.
The injury recovered.
Qin Hongye's face turned slightly pale.
"We can't break its defense."
The divine corpse struck back with a backhand slap.
Xiao Chen only had time to push Qin Hongye away before he was swept by the wind of the palm strike.
Bang!
He flew back hundreds of feet, smashing into the ground and sliding to form a long trench.
His vision went dark for a moment.
His ribs seemed to be broken again.
Lying in the mud, Xiao Chen watched the experts continuously falling from the night sky, and only one thought remained in his mind.
Is this the power of the Martial God level?
They couldn't even break its defense with all their might.
But that day, Wang Hao had blown up a Martial God's body with a single punch.
Just how strong was that tyrant?
Just as this thought crossed his mind.
A golden light suddenly lit up from the central command tent in the distance.
It was not the sun.
Yet it was more domineering than the sun.
A voice filled with morning crankiness came from the direction of the central command.
"So noisy."
The entire battlefield paused.
Whether soldiers or patriarchs, everyone subconsciously looked up.
They saw Wang Hao walking out of the central command tent.
He was not wearing his dragon robe.
Nor was he wearing his imperial crown.
He merely had a black sleep robe draped over his body.
His long hair was casually tied up, and his eyes still carried a hint of displeasure from being woken up.
Wei Zhongxian immediately stepped forward, holding the dragon robe with both hands.
"Your Majesty, would you like to change your clothes?"
Wang Hao glanced at the nine divine corpses that were currently dismantling the camp in the distance.
He then glanced at the Avengers Alliance being beaten and sent flying everywhere.
He said indifferently, "There's no time."
"Let's receive the delivery first."
The New Emperor Sword rushed out from behind the tent, howling with excitement.
"Where's the delivery?"
Wang Hao looked up at the nine divine corpses, his eyes gradually lighting up.
"Nine ancient divine corpses."
"Physical bodies approaching the early stage of the Martial God realm."
"And they can self-heal."
"Xie Wujiu is too polite."
He rolled his wrists.
"These will yield quite a lot of refining materials."
Patriarch Ren, who was coughing up blood, almost choked to death upon hearing this.
They were about to be beaten to death.
And Wang Hao's first reaction was actually materials?
Lying in the crater, the corners of Xiao Chen's mouth twitched.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
This was the real Wang Hao.
In his eyes, the divine corpses were not a disaster.
They were moving spoils of war.
Wang Hao stepped into the air.
His black sleep robe fluttered in the night wind.
He had no imperial regalia, yet he appeared even more dangerous than when wearing the dragon robe.
The Thunder Abyss Demon Suppression Pagoda flew over from above the central command and hovered behind him.
The pagoda doors were half-open, with surging lightning.
The New Emperor Sword transformed into a humanoid artifact spirit, standing on Wang Hao's left side with its scabbard over its shoulder, looking eager to try.
Wang Hao looked at the nine divine corpses, extended a finger, and gently beckoned.
"Come."
"Let me see if your bodies of ancient gods."
"Can withstand my palm."
That's right, at the new check-in location, Wang Hao had checked in and received fifty years of cultivation, reaching the middle stage of the Sky-Soaring Realm. This speed of power improvement was truly enough to infuriate geniuses and children of destiny to death.
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