The Corpse of a God Descends, The Avengers Beaten into Despair (Part 2)

Wang Hao's voice was not loud.

But on this battlefield, it acted like a nail, firmly anchoring the hearts of everyone who was on the verge of collapsing.

The seven hundred thousand strong army was being suffocated by the pressure of the nine divine corpses.

The Avengers Alliance was beaten so badly they began to doubt their own existence.

Sky Realm experts were sent flying around like sandbags.

The demigod patriarchs were all covered in blood.

Yet the moment Wang Hao appeared, that fraying string in everyone's hearts suddenly snapped taut again.

It wasn't because of their blind trust.

It was because the things Wang Hao had done in the past were simply too outrageous.

So outrageous that a subconscious understanding had formed in everyone's minds.

For problems that normal people couldn't solve, they could wait for Wang Hao.

If it was a problem Wang Hao couldn't solve, then there was no need to solve it—they should just prepare for their funerals.

Of course, there was a high probability that Wang Hao would even calculate the cost of their funeral arrangements together with it.

Xiao Chen lay in a crater, his face covered in bloody mud. Looking at the figure in a bathrobe hovering in mid-air, his feelings were extremely complicated.

On one hand, he admitted that Wang Hao's entrance was indeed very steady.

On the other hand, he simply couldn't accept that their savior was wearing a bathrobe.

This made their desperate life-and-death struggle just now look like a bunch of employees working overtime until they vomited blood, only for the boss to wake up, walk out, and ask: Why haven't you finished yet?

What was even more excessive was...

The boss even complained that they were being too loud.

Wanyan Gu crawled out from the ruins of a granary with half a wooden plank stuck to his head, and said earnestly, Are the pajamas of your Great Zhou Emperor all this intimidating?

Qin Hongye wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said coldly, Those aren't pajamas; he was just too lazy to change his clothes.

Wanyan Gu sighed, To be this lazy and yet this strong, it's really unfair.

Ye Guyun leaned on his sword to stand up, staring at the Thunder Abyss Demon Suppression Tower behind Wang Hao.

Stop talking nonsense and watch closely.

Xiao Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Watch what?

Ye Guyun said, Watch what kind of power can truly pierce through divine corpses.

This sentence silenced the group.

They were geniuses.

They had their pride.

During the battle against the Crimson Moon Demonic Cult, although they were used as beasts of burden by Wang Hao, they had also proven their worth.

But tonight, facing the divine corpses, they felt for the first time how powerless so-called geniuses were in the face of monsters that truly transcended boundaries.

It wasn't that they didn't work hard.

It wasn't that they didn't risk their lives.

It was that they simply couldn't deal any damage.

This was even more demoralizing than defeat.

Defeat at least meant the gap could be closed.

Being unable to deal damage meant you didn't even have the qualifications to make the opponent look at you seriously.

The nine divine corpses stopped.

They simultaneously raised their heads and looked at Wang Hao.

Ghostly green flames danced violently in their eye sockets.

It seemed that some instinct within them sensed the lingering aura of danger on Wang Hao's body.

It was a very bizarre scene.

Nine ancient divine corpses, nearly thirty feet tall, with physical bodies approaching the early stage of the Martial God realm, pierced through their collarbones with black chains, shattering the earth beneath their feet.

And opposite them was a young emperor at the peak of the Astral Qi Realm.

He was even wearing a bathrobe.

Judging solely by cultivation realms, Wang Hao didn't even have the right to stand before them.

Yet at this very moment, none of the divine corpses continued to slaughter the army.

Their attention was entirely drawn to Wang Hao.

Wei Zhongxian stood on the central command platform, his eyes solemn.

He knew the Emperor's current state better than most people.

Wang Hao's own realm was indeed only at the mid-stage of the Qi Control Realm.

In terms of actual cultivation, he was far inferior to these demigod patriarchs.

But the most terrifying thing about the Emperor was never his cultivation realm.

It was his trump cards.

It was his divine-level martial arts.

It was his bizarre artifacts.

It was his ability to always pull out something new from who knows where.

More importantly, if the Emperor dared to step forward, it meant he had at least a fifty percent certainty.

If he had a hundred percent certainty, he would have collected an admission fee in advance.

If he didn't even have a fifty percent certainty, he would have sent someone else to test the waters first.

Having followed Wang Hao for so long, Wei Zhongxian had formed a very accurate judgment of the Emperor's level of shamelessness.

High in the distant sky.

In the direction of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, deep within a folded space.

Xie Wujiu stood before the Heavenly Dao Divination Platform, observing the battlefield through the ghostly flames in the divine corpses' eyes.

When he saw Wang Hao walk out wearing a bathrobe, his eyelid twitched fiercely.

This was a humiliation.

Not that Wang Hao was intentionally humiliating him.

But Wang Hao's attitude of being woken up and deciding to deal with this on the way was in itself the greatest insult to the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's trump card.

Xie Wujiu gritted his teeth.

Keep pretending.

Keep on pretending.

This seat does not believe you can truly suppress nine divine corpses so easily.

Divine corpses are immortal and indestructible, and the black chains connect to the God Burial Abyss. Unless you can sever the chains, they will continuously regenerate.

Wang Hao, this seat wants to see how many times you can use your trump cards!

He raised his hand and pressed it onto the divination platform.

The ghostly green flames in the eyes of the nine divine corpses flared up simultaneously.

The black chains in their collarbones rattled loudly.

From deep within the void, dark energy poured in madly.

The nine divine corpses moved.

This time, they did not advance separately.

Instead, they charged at Wang Hao all at once.

Boom!

Nine figures shattered the void, the shockwaves blasting out nine white tunnels in the night sky.

Every divine corpse was like a high-speed moving mountain.

They had no formation variations.

Nor did they need any.

Nine monsters with bodies close to the early Martial God realm charging simultaneously was already the most terrifying formation in itself.

The air along their path was squeezed until it exploded.

The ground was ripped up layer after layer.

The Great Zhou soldiers looked up at this scene, their faces deathly pale.

Many subconsciously gripped their weapons tighter.

They knew they couldn't help.

But at this moment, no one took a step back.

Because Wang Hao was standing in front.

And the Black Dragon Flag was right behind them.

If the Emperor didn't retreat, why should they?

Wang Hao watched the nine charging divine corpses, his expression unchanged.

He raised his right hand.

Thunder Abyss.

Buzz!

The Thunder Abyss Demon Suppression Tower suddenly rose into the air.

The lightning patterns on all nine floors of the tower lit up simultaneously.

The tower doors opened.

The first lightning snake rushed out.

Then the second.

Then the third.

Thousands of lightning snakes surged madly from the tower, turning into a torrent of lightning that blasted toward the three divine corpses at the very front.

The lightning snakes corresponded to attacks below the seventh realm.

A single lightning snake could not harm a divine corpse.

But when there were enough of them, they could still form a brief suppression.

Boom boom boom boom!

The lightning smashed into the divine corpses, blasting away large chunks of cyan-gray flesh.

The momentum of the three divine corpses stalled slightly.

The black chains immediately began to heal their wounds.

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.

Fast regeneration speed.

The New Emperor Sword chimed in excitedly from the side, Should I go take a bite out of them?

Wang Hao replied, You can't bite through them.

The New Emperor Sword was unconvinced.

I have seventh-realm combat power!

Wang Hao looked at him.

They have bodies close to the ninth realm.

The New Emperor Sword fell silent for a moment.

Then should I go curse at them?

Wang Hao said, They have no brains.

The New Emperor Sword was furious.

Just because they don't have brains means they can't be cursed at?

Wang Hao said indifferently, You can try.

The New Emperor Sword immediately flew out, pointing at one of the divine corpses and cursing loudly.

You big cyan-gray lug! Didn't your mother teach you not to disturb people in the middle of the night?

The divine corpse had no reaction.

The New Emperor Sword continued.

Are you not speaking because you have a guilty conscience?

The divine corpse still had no reaction.

The New Emperor Sword turned back and shouted to Wang Hao, Tyrant, they really don't have brains! Cursing at them gives absolutely no sense of accomplishment!

Listening from below, Wei Zhongxian's eyelids twitched.

Master Sword's contribution to the battlefield was very stable.

Stable in completely the wrong direction.

However, the New Emperor Sword wasn't entirely useless.

He transformed into a beam of sword light, shuttling at high speeds around the divine corpses, specifically targeting their eye sockets, joints, and chains to harass them.

Although it couldn't break through their heavy defenses, it could slightly interfere with their movements.

For a battle of this level, a trace of interference was enough.

Wang Hao raised his left hand.

The eighth floor of the Thunder Abyss Demon Suppression Tower lit up.

The remaining five full-power strikes of the Eighth Realm inside the tower were his important trump cards.

At this moment, he did not hold back.

"Thunder Phoenix."

Boom!

Deep within the tower gates, a streak of crimson-gold lightning condensed.

In the next instant, the phantom of a Thunder Phoenix flapped its wings and flew out.

The cry of the phoenix tore through the night sky.

The lightning might of an Eighth Realm full-power strike instantly overwhelmed the dark aura on the battlefield.

The Thunder Phoenix crashed into the chest of the foremost divine corpse.

BOOM!!!

Blinding lightning exploded.

The massive body of that divine corpse was blasted away head-on for the first time.

A charred, gaping hole was blown into its chest.

Large chunks of its cyan-gray flesh crumbled.

One could even see its sternum cracking apart.

The entire army erupted into a burst of cheers.

"It pierced through!"

"His Majesty is mighty!"

But the cheering only lasted for a single breath.

Because after flying backward for hundreds of feet, that divine corpse forcibly stopped itself.

The black chains piercing its collarbones vibrated violently.

Dark energy from deep within the void surged in like a tide.

The charred wound began to squirm.

The shattered sternum slowly reset itself.

The Ren family patriarch's expression turned ugly.

"Even a full-power strike from the Eighth Realm can't completely destroy it?"

The Li family elder gritted his teeth.

"It's not that it can't be destroyed, it's that the chains are sustaining its life."

The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion walked out from the rubble. His robes were tattered, but his gaze was as sharp as a sword.

"We must sever the chains."

Wang Hao had obviously noticed this as well.

His gaze fell on the black chains attached to the collarbones of the divine corpse.

The light screen of the Sign-in Intelligence System emerged.

[Target: Projection of the God-Burying Chain.]

[Status: Connected to the void sealing space, continuously providing dark restorative energy to the divine corpse.]

[Weaknesses: Lightning purification, severing karmic connections with Divine-level martial arts, suppression by national destiny.]

[Hint: Shattering the chain projection will yield God-Burying Chain fragments.]

Wang Hao's eyes lit up.

"Sure enough, there are more and more bizarre things."

"And they are getting more and more valuable."

Hearing this, Wei Zhongxian couldn't help but whisper, "Your Majesty's descriptions are always unique."

The New Emperor Sword shouted, "Then I'll chop the chains!"

It transformed into a streak of sword light and slashed at the black chain on a divine corpse's collarbone.

Clang!

The edge of the blade landed on the chain.

Sparks exploded.

The New Emperor Sword was sent flying backward by the recoil, spinning over a dozen times in the air.

"So hard!"

Wang Hao said indifferently, "I told you that you couldn't cut it."

The New Emperor Sword retorted stubbornly, "I was just testing how hard it was!"

"And what is the conclusion now?"

"It's even thicker than Wei Zhongxian's face!"

Wei Zhongxian's smile stiffened.

"Master Sword, this old servant has noted that down."

The New Emperor Sword immediately changed its tune, "But it's not as hard as the tyrant's heart!"

Wang Hao glanced at it.

"Say one more word, and you won't have dinner tonight."

The New Emperor Sword shut up.

The battlefield was tense to the extreme, yet because of this conversation between a person and a sword, an inexplicable trace of absurdity was added.

The nerves of many soldiers, which had been stretched to the breaking point, actually relaxed a little.

The fear was still there.

But at least they could still breathe.

The nine divine corpses surrounded them once more.

This time, they seemed to have received Xie Wujiu's orders and began to take up positions.

The nine black chains intersected in the void, faintly forming a massive formation diagram.

The Innate Extinction Formation.

As soon as the formation diagram was complete, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly stagnated.

The space around Wang Hao seemed to be trapped in an invisible mire.

Even the speed at which the Thunder Abyss Demon Suppression Tower released lightning slowed down by half a beat.

On the calculation platform of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Xie Wujiu's eyes.

"It's done."

"Wang Hao, the Innate Extinction Formation can seal a peak Martial God."

"No matter how strong you are, you are only borrowing power."

"This venerable one wants to see how you will break this formation!"

On the battlefield, the nine divine corpses raised their fists simultaneously.

Nine streams of fist intent locked onto Wang Hao.

That was not martial true intent.

Rather, it was fleshly killing intent pure to the extreme.

If the nine fists fell at the same time, even a mountain range would be smashed into a basin.

The Ren family elder's expression changed drastically.

"Wang family boy, watch out!"

The Heavenly Sword Pavilion Master forcefully raised his sword, only to be knocked back by the residual shockwave of a divine corpse.

The Li family elder tried to rush up to support him, but he coughed up blood and fell to the ground after flying just a hundred feet.

They were injured too heavily.

They couldn't intervene at all.

Xiao Chen struggled to get up, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"Damn it..."

"We can't even help."

Ye Guyun's sword-holding hand trembled slightly.

It wasn't out of fear.

It was anger.

He had pursued the pinnacle of the sword dao his entire life, but tonight he discovered that his sword couldn't even sever a chain.

This sense of powerlessness hurt more than his injuries.

Qin Hongye looked at Wang Hao's back and whispered, "If he can't block it, the entire army will be wiped out tonight."

Wanyan Gu was silent for a moment.

"Then he should be able to block it."

Xiao Chen looked at him.

"You trust him that much?"

Wanyan Gu said seriously, "He hasn't finished deducting my performance pay yet, he won't let me die."

Xiao Chen: "..."

Although the reason was absurd, it actually made people feel a bit more at ease.

In midair.

Wang Hao was locked onto by the nine divine corpses.

His sleeping robe fluttered loudly in the wind.

He slowly raised his right palm.

A profound, domineering aura that seemed to want to grasp heaven and earth in the palm of his hand rose from his body.

Divine-level martial art.

Heaven Imprisoning Earth Overturning Palm.

This martial art consisted of nine palm strikes in total.

The power of each palm increased progressively. Now that he was in the Sky Traversing Realm, he could skillfully unleash the first eight palms. If he wasn't afraid of the consumption, he could even strike out the ninth palm.

A combo of eight palms was something even an early-stage Martial God could not block. This was Wang Hao's confidence.

Previously, Wang Hao had evaporated a Martial God's body, using the Martial God Realm to unleash a ninth palm with power surpassing the Martial God Realm.

But tonight, facing nine divine corpses capable of self-healing, simply shattering their bodies was meaningless.

He needed to sever the chains.

He needed to sever the karma.

He needed to sever the void connection.

Wang Hao's eyes slightly narrowed.

At the same time, the Divine-level Nine Swords of Heaven Splitting he had just obtained from signing in began to circulate in his mind.

The palm technique suppressed heaven and earth.

The sword technique cleaved heaven and earth apart.

One imprisoned, one opened.

One sealed, one tore.

If the Heaven Imprisoning Earth Overturning Palm was about grasping the world into a cage.

Then the Nine Swords of Heaven Splitting was about slashing the only thread out of that cage.

Wang Hao's right palm condensed a golden palm print.

He brought the fingers of his left hand together like a sword, and an extremely fine streak of white sword light appeared at his fingertips.

The Heavenly Sword Pavilion Master's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Sword intent?"

"No, this is a sword dao divine ability!"

He was completely dumbfounded.

When did Wang Hao know sword techniques?

And to unleash something of this level right from the start?

How were professional sword cultivators like them supposed to live with this?

Xiao Chen was also dumbfounded.

"Doesn't he use palms?"

Ye Guyun was silent for a long time.

"Maybe he felt that only knowing palm techniques wasn't convenient enough."

Xiao Chen's mouth twitched.

This explanation was very Wang Hao.