NOVEL NEXT Chapter 302: The Eight Desolations Fiendgod
Chapter 302: The Eight Desolations Fiendgod
“Young brat, courting death!”
Jun Yutang furiously waved his hand and roared, “Capture him alive! I want him to kneel before me, begging and crying!”
Behind him, four Unity Realm cultivators eager to prove themselves surged forward, confident in their numbers as they charged at Lin Fengmian.
Lin Fengmian looked at Jun Yunshang with a faint smile. “Hang in there, little girl. Things are about to get tough.”
“Eight Desolations Fiendgod!”
Before Jun Yunshang could react, a dark mist erupted from Lin Fengmian, billowing outward and merging with the ominous black mist from all directions.
The air around them churned with black fog, interwoven with streaks of lightning. As Jun Yunshang’s eyes widened, Lin Fengmian seemed to expand, becoming larger than life.
In an instant, the battlefield changed. The swirling black mist surged like a tidal wave, coalescing around Lin Fengmian.
Moments later, the mist dissipated, revealing an awe-inspiring and terrifying figure standing tall amidst the chaos – a fiendish god descending upon the mortal world.
The manifestation stood over thirty zhang tall, with four heads and eight arms, each face radiating an ominous and ferocious aura.
The four heads were unique: one bore the solemn visage of a god, another the ghastly maw of a ghost, and the third a terrifying dragon’s snarl.
But most eerie of all was the central head, which mirrored the faces of all who looked upon it. To each onlooker, it showed their own reflection, a thousand different visages all in one.
According to Luo Xue, these four heads symbolized humanity, divinity, ghosts, and demons – each representing a facet of existence that was profound in its implications.
However, Lin Fengmian cared little about the philosophy. All he knew was that this manifestation was absurdly powerful.
Seeing four people recklessly attacking him, he grasped the ten-foot long giant sword transformed by Zhen Yuan with both arms and swept it out.
Two of them were chopped back by him and fell into the city, where they were not sure whether they were alive or dead.
A massive hand grabbed a third cultivator, slamming them into the ground with such force that it left a deep crater.
The ghostly head unleashed a terrifying roar, shaking the fourth cultivator’s soul from their body, leaving them helpless.
The evil god didn’t have much else in his appearance except for many hands. He grabbed the man with both hands, ripping him apart on the spot, and blood spurted out.
In mere moments, the four Unity Realm cultivators were either dead or gravely injured, leaving the rest of the city’s defenders paralyzed with fear.
The towering fiend-god stood unchallenged, holding Jun Yunshang protectively in one of its hands. Its gaze swept across the crowd below as its voice, cold and thunderous, declared:
“Since you refuse to surrender, I will have to kill you all.”
The voice echoed through the city like a storm, shaking everyone to their core.
Jun Zijin and Jun Yutang turned pale, their throats dry as they swallowed nervously.
The immense fiend god radiated an aura of primal dread, as if it was truly a being from the depths of hell.
The rest of the onlookers were stunned, their faces blank with disbelief. A Heavenly Manifestation over thirty zhang tall, how many spirit stones and rare treasures must have been consumed to create it?
Hadn’t Lin Fengmian broken through just a few days ago? How had he managed to forge such a colossal manifestation so quickly?
Unbeknownst to them, Lin Fengmian had drained the treasuries of two imperial princesses and Jun Jueli, along with additional resources provided by Luo Xue.
With ample resources and Luo Xue’s meticulous guidance, Lin Fengmian had avoided all unnecessary detours in cultivating his manifestation.
How could it not be completed quickly?
“Why are you all standing around? Attack him!” Jun Yutang roared.
“Don’t let him intimidate you! We outnumber him – kill him!”
Though stunned at first, the defenders steeled themselves and charged forward, their figures slicing through the air like streams of light.
Lin Fengmian held Jun Yunshang securely in one arm and let out a deafening roar as he charged toward the oncoming wave.
The remaining seven arms swung into action, dark energy coalescing into blades, spears, axes, and halberds in their grasp.
The four heads scanned in all directions, coordinating with the seven arms as if he were a small army unto himself, engaging the attackers with ferocity.
Each swing of his arms sent the cultivators flying, scattering them like leaves before a storm.
The attacks from the crowd fell on Lin Fengmian’s fiend god manifestation like raindrops on a steel fortress, deflected effortlessly.
Each of his counterattacks summoned bolts of thunder from the heavens, striking down those it touched and leaving death and devastation in its wake.
At this moment, Lin Fengmian was like an impregnable war fortress. No matter how many surrounded him, he stood immovable, a mountain amidst the storm.
His arms changed shape at will, transforming into giant snakes or dragons, seamlessly alternating between offense and defense. Their unpredictable nature made them impossible to guard against.
Some attempted to target its heads, but each one possessed its own unique power – enchantment, poison, or direct soul attack – turning even the boldest attackers into prey.
The most terrifying sight was when the dragon-shaped head suddenly grinned, its neck stretching several zhang forward, morphing into a massive black dragon.
The dragon head lunged, devouring two cultivators in one swift motion before retracting and resuming its original form.
This horrifying sight paralyzed the crowd with fear. What kind of monstrous creation was this?
Even Lin Fengmian himself felt a pang of revulsion. Even though he controlled the Fiendgod, the visceral experience of it chewing its victims raw unsettled him.
Still, he consoled himself with the thought that this was merely a weapon, not an actual act of devouring, and his discomfort eased slightly.
However, the power of the Fiendgod came at a price. Lin Fengmian’s spiritual energy was rapidly drained, like water flowing through a broken dam.
Despite its overwhelming might, the Fiendgod Manifestation consumed an enormous amount of energy, forcing Lin Fengmian to quickly end the battle.
Realizing the futility of brute force, the attackers began to summon their own Heavenly Manifestations to attack him.
However, these manifestations, only ten or twenty zhang tall, paled in comparison to the thirty-zhang Fiendgod, appearing almost childlike in comparison.
With the Fiendgod’s bizarre form and devastating power, the attackers were unable to subdue him and instead suffered heavy casualties.
The added pressure of defending against Jun Fengya and her forces outside the city left them stretched thin, their forces in disarray.
Jun Yutang, frustrated by their inability to defeat Lin Fengmian, shouted, “Useless! Capture him already!”
His yell caught Lin Fengmian’s attention. The Fiendgod’s gaze locked onto him, its central head twisting into a sinister grin.
“Why don’t you try?” Lin Fengmian sneered.
The towering fiendgod took a step forward, then another, before suddenly charging at Jun Yutang with earth-shattering strides.
Fear struck Jun Yutang to the core of his being. Although he was a Unity Realm cultivator, his strength came from forced breakthroughs and lacked true substance.
Faced with a monster like Lin Fengmian, he did not dare to engage. Turning his tail, he fled deeper into the city.
“Stop him!”
“Protect His Highness!”
The defenders scrambled to intercept Lin Fengmian, but his massive arms swept them aside like flies.
By now, Lin Fengmian had fully adapted to the power of the Fiendgod. Knowing that his spiritual energy was running low, he resolved to end this quickly.
Capture the leader and the rest will fall.
He raced through the city, smashing through defensive formations with brute force, ignoring the attacks that rained down on him. His sole focus was on Jun Yutang.
“Thunder Strike! Die!”
Lin Fengmian stomped down with immense force, unleashing a shockwave of lightning that radiated outward. The attackers were blown away, and Jun Yutang, who was caught in the wave, was stunned in place.
Seizing the moment, Lin Fengmian’s massive fist smashed down, sending Jun Yutang crashing into the ground like a cannonball. The sickening sound of breaking bones followed, silencing the battlefield.
Fearing Lin Fengmian’s follow-up attack, several cultivators rushed to shield Jun Yutang.
However, Lin Fengmian feinted and leapt high into the air. Seven of his arms swung simultaneously, striking the barrier above the city with a barrage of weapons.
Among them was the colossal Zhenyuan Sword, hidden within the onslaught.
At the same time, Jun Fengya and her forces, having waited for an opening, struck from outside.
Boom!
The combined attack shattered the city’s barrier.
The seven Unity Realm Cultivators maintaining the formation coughed up blood in unison, their faces pale as they stared at Lin Fengmian in disbelief.
What kind of monster is he?!
With the barrier broken, Jun Fengya’s forces stormed into the city and clashed with the defenders.
Relieved of some pressure, Lin Fengmian floated in midair, his gaze sweeping the chaos below before diving toward Jun Yutang, intent on finishing him off.
Terrified, Jun Yutang screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Help! Somebody, help me!”
His voice cracked as he cried out.
Why is it always me? My brother is also here, so why am I the one who gets beaten up?!