Chapter 631: The Unstoppable Fury

In a deathly silence, it felt as if even the sound of a needle dropping to the ground could be heard.

At that moment, whether it was Fang Hao or Cheng Longhu, every soldier on both sides stood stupefied, mouths agape. In their suddenly contracting eyes, Yenir’s figure was unmistakably reflected.

The entire battlefield came to a halt, as if everyone had forgotten they were in the midst of combat.

Were it not for the continuously churning nuclear explosion light twisting through the electric grid, those looking down from the sky might have thought that the thousands of Third-Stage fighters below were nothing more than statues.

“Impossible!? How can this be!”

“How did you escape?! No! I clearly saw you vaporize before my eyes!”

There was no time to carry on with the next part of the plan.

In the center of the battlefield, Cheng Longhu snapped back to reality, clutching his battle bow in terror and shouting uncontrollably.

It was overwhelmingly shocking and horrifying! For a moment, he even forgot his objective—forgetting that they intended to let Yenir die in battle and then execute Li Xuanguo!

His whole body trembled as he staggered backwards.

Gazing at Yenir’s ‘resurrection’ at the edge of the battlefield, and looking at his unscathed, pristine face that had not even a drop of blood,

he would rather believe it was a hallucination than accept it as real!

After all, that was a nuclear explosion—every shred of flesh should have been melted away!

“Hallucination! It must be some illusion prop! I clearly saw you die! Your aura definitely vanished!”

“Don’t be fooled! Don’t fall for it! This is fake…!!”

“Bullshit!”

“If it’s fake, then have it your way—eat my sword!”

“Boom!!!”

Before Cheng Longhu could convince himself that it was all an illusion, Yenir sneered coldly. Without giving him even a moment to react, the longsword in his hand burst into raging flames!

Striking while his enemy was vulnerable!

Showing no gentlemanly restraint, Yenir charged directly at Cheng Longhu while the Rebels were still dazed!

In the midst of the chaos, he aimed to behead the enemy commander! He had already figured it out—this old man held an exalted rank in the Rebels and excelled at long-range combat. If he didn’t kill the old fool, he’d be in deep trouble later!

“Swish-Boom!!”

His trump card was now fully revealed.

Yenir no longer bothered to hide his true strength.

Propelled by the speed boost of Dimensional Slash, he charged forward, quickly cloaking himself in billowing black mist—as if awakening an evil god—growing in size at a staggering rate!

Two meters, three meters, ten meters!

Judgment Form! Evil God Boost! Blood Shadow Limit!

Give me…

Fire!!

“Boom!!!!”

The explosive crackle of expanding Spirit Energy became almost tangible, its force intensifying even further!

His speed shot up to supersonic levels!

Yenir unleashed his ultimate form in a single burst!

At that moment, he charged like a demonic god, radiating an overwhelming, unmatched aura as he barreled forward at speeds impossible to track with the naked eye!

His pair of swords cleaved through the air, each tip igniting with black flames. A massive sonic boom and an astonishing arched storm erupted around him. Rather than a lone charge, he had become a one-man army—a raging inferno of destruction!

No longer sparing the amplification of Blood Shadow, the dense scent of blood instantly filled the entire arena.

As if carrying a realm of blood, behind Yenir loomed a grim, ten-meter-wide blood-red phantom face, its eyes blazing as it grasped a battle sword and roared towards the sky.

Strength up! Endurance up! Speed up! Willpower up! His combat capabilities doubled across the board!

Back when Yenir was only at the Third-Stage Mid-level, he had dared to go toe-to-toe with Fang Hao using nothing but his Judgment Form. Now, with his power having multiplied several times over, his renewed Judgment was more than ten times stronger!

No one knew just how powerful he had become—not even Yenir himself!

In that moment, Yenir felt as though he had returned to the trial dungeon, briefly reliving a taste of Fourth-Stage Divine Might!

Divine Rage Second-Stage Slash!

In just one second, Yenir barreled across the entire battlefield with unstoppable force, suddenly appearing before everyone’s eyes.

In an instant, he unleashed a circular slash and a furious cleave! The accumulated power of his Second-Stage Divine Rage erupted, shrouding him in destructive flames!

One sword slammed into over a dozen Third-Stage Peak fighters on the outer edge, while the other decapitated Cheng Longhu with a single, precise stroke!

With eyes as cold and merciless as ice locked onto a still-shocked Cheng Longhu, Yenir was certain that if his sword connected, the old man would be cleaved in two on the spot—a one-sword, instant kill!

Eliminating this old fool would surely throw the Rebels into chaos!

Then, by casually dispatching a few more fighters of similar rank, he could fully charge the Evil God Ritual!

Even Judgment and Divine Rage would ascend to their ultimate forms!

As Yenir ruthlessly advanced, Cheng Longhu’s formation was struck with utter terror.

To him, the suddenly demonic Yenir was nothing less than a hellish fiend, his mere presence making his scalp feel as if it might burst!

That one slash—cutting through his soul and even his brow—filled him with an overwhelming sense of impending death, a scream of despair exploding from deep within!

I’m going to die! I’m definitely going to die!

If that sword hits me, I’m sure I’ll die!

I can’t block it! I can’t block it!!

Driven by an intense will to survive, this peak fighter—over seventy years old and weathered through countless life-and-death crises—seemed to tap into his final reserves, retreating as fast as possible in a frantic dash!

No longer believing it was a trick—Yenir was truly alive! And he intended to crush him right then amidst the hundreds of Third-Stage fighters!

This time, he no longer saw Yenir as a mere death wish or an arrogant, untouchable force. One thing was clear: even if Yenir were reactivated and taken down again, he himself would be the first to fall!

“Help me!! Save me, please!!!”

“Stop him!!”

Casting aside the dignity of being a top commander, Cheng Longhu rolled and crawled, even abandoning his epic warbow as his voice, distorted by panic, pleaded while he fled backwards!

He had never been skilled in close combat; with his physical limitations, he would surely be cleaved apart by Yenir’s sword—leaving nothing behind!

Meanwhile, amid Cheng Longhu’s piercing, almost feminine shrieks, over fifty Third-Stage Peak fighters around him snapped back to reality in shock.

They could feel Yenir’s blatant murderous intent and the overwhelming oppressive force he exuded.

In an instant, even the slowest Third-Stage fighters grasped the severity of the situation!

Without hesitating over the Otherworldly Ghost entangled with them, they quickly reacted, abandoning their Military Third-Stage comrades in a frantic retreat.

In a flash, the entire battlefield seemed to replay the moment Yenir had first appeared—as a storm centered on him erupted once more!

Like a flesh grinder, every Rebel Third-Stage fighter, despite their injuries, charged at Yenir as fast as they could, desperate to stop him!

But the time given to them—or rather, Yenir’s speed—was far too great!

“Bang!!!”

With a sweeping ring slash of black flames empowered by Divine Rage, the dozen or so Third-Stage Peak fighters closest to Yenir were blasted away like mantises trying to stop a rolling wheel, spewing blood as they were flung aside!

Moreover, an amplified wave of panic, intensified tenfold, left them momentarily without the courage to charge again!

They had been ready for this all along.

After clearing every obstacle, Yenir sneered coldly. The Heavenly Cloud Sword in his right hand accelerated once more, slicing toward the back of Cheng Longhu like a deathly red beam born from darkness!

Once again, with Mind Storm working in tandem to lock his target, in the ensuing mass battle, he reigned as the undisputed king of the battlefield—the invincible nightmare!

“Bang!!”

Without the slightest hesitation or mercy.

With a resounding bang, Cheng Longhu, still desperately fleeing, burst open like a pricked balloon.

In an instant, blood rained down, as if a burst of crimson fireworks had ignited on the battlefield.

One-sword instant kill!

Third-Stage Peak Rebel leader Cheng Longhu is dead!

—-

“And…”

“Who!?”