The fall of Dong Ting dealt a heavy blow to Thunder God Mountain.

Even though countless Purple Thunder Orchids still bloomed on the eastern front, and Dong Ting's Purple Thunder Demon Peng minions continued to battle in the sky, the decline was inevitable.

Fortunately, the fifth-class Evil God, Purple Thunder Orchid, re-emerged on the battlefield from beneath the Divine Mountain; and fortunately, the second-class Evil God, Purple Thunder Demon Peng, was still bombarding wildly.

The Faceless Jade Venerable wanting to break through the defense line wasn't something that could be achieved in a short period.

The Martial Monk did not help guard the front line.

At this moment, he was about thirty kilometers south of the Divine Mountain, amidst a fog.

Solely enjoying the thick Holy Spirit Energy.

A few minutes ago, Purple Thunder Demon Peng tried to share the energy but was kicked away by the Martial Monk.

In that recent battle, he was in "Battle Golden Monk" mode the whole time, consuming a lot of his own energy, and now it was time for replenishment.

Such a reason was a good cover.

Apart from the consumption factor, the high and mighty Lord God probably wouldn't want to share resources with others either.

So what if Purple Thunder Demon Peng was a second-class Evil God?

Just a beast.

Moreover, the Origin Energy dispersed from the bones of Dong Ting, though seemingly vast and plentiful, wasn't much that could truly be absorbed for personal use after being extracted by the Martial Monk.

For this reason, the Martial Monk was very careful and meticulous when absorbing energy.

The Martial Monk did not know that the human scoundrels he had just defeated, who fled in panic, had once again snuck back.

Dare the Ran Sect come again?

Of course, they dare!

Some soldiers came for their families, some from hatred in their hearts, and quite a few simply followed the Master of Ran Sect.

As long as Lu Ran wanted to come,

They'd cross mountains of blades and seas of fire, risking their lives to accompany!

[The Martial Monk is in the fog.] Lu Ran gazed at the mist-covered area, watching the god feasting alone.

[I see it.] Yan Shuangzi responded.

She couldn't see through the fog, but by this time, the Martial Monk had absorbed a lot of energy, thinning the mist considerably.

If the Ran Sect had come any later, the Martial Monk might have absorbed all the energy and left by then.

[In a bit, I'll head to the north of the Martial Monk and initiate the Domain of Silence.] Lu Ran roughly estimated the distance and flew forward, [Stick to the original plan and listen to my countdown.]

[Yes!] Yan Shuangzi pressed her hands on the shoulders of Tu Feng and Leng Tianxing.

This time, the Evil Shadow Team had different members, no longer using the Divine General.

Once the martial arts realm reached the God Realm, the body attributes of the soldiers were greatly enhanced.

But inevitably, different gods and demons had different attributes.

Apart from any Divine or Evil Techniques, purely comparing strength attributes: Leng Tianxing, who inherited the Divine Position of Flash Star Demon from the Star Official, was stronger than He Yingcai, who inherited the Divine Position of Tangled Silk Shadow from Bi He.

An even clearer example is Si Xianxian, who stands out supreme in terms of strength!

Don't be deceived by her being a female Divine Sculpture with a relatively slender build; most male Divine Sculptures are no match for her.

Don't bother distinguishing between male and female, even beastly deities would bow before the Mad Immortal.

Because Si Xianxian possessed the Divine Position of the Angry Sea Flame Flood Dragon!

The reason the Mad Immortal Guardian wasn't beside the Evil Shadow Guardian was that her Divine Position was incomplete, and her body attributes hadn't reached their limits.

"Hoo~"

Lu Ran flew down slowly, carrying the Fiery Phoenix Patterned Gourd, arriving about two or three kilometers south of the Martial Monk.

The small human clan knelt on the ground, thoroughly engulfed by the thick sea of mist, quietly pressing the Treasure Gourd to the ground with one hand.

[Blazing Phoenix, the instant I flash away, release those people.]

"Buzz~" The small Blazing Phoenix gently vibrated.

[Good girl.] Lu Ran ran his thumb over the golden Phoenix Pattern, gripping the Silent Night Blade with the other hand, transmitting a message to all the soldiers of the Ran Sect, [Everyone ready, listen for my countdown!]

The Martial Monk was about to absorb all the Holy Spirit Energy, they had to act quickly.

No one knew where the Martial Monk would go next or what he would do.

[3...2...Move!] Lu Ran's figure flashed suddenly, crossing several kilometers to arrive about three or four kilometers north of the Martial Monk.

"Buzz!!"

The Silent Night Blade vibrated intensely.

The blade hummed, yet the Divine Weapon Domain it released was silent.

In an instant, the Martial Monk shivered, acutely sensing something was wrong.

"Swish~"

The Evil Shadow Guardian brought Tu Feng and Leng Tianxing into the scene.

Again appearing behind the Martial Monk, again in a semi-encircled position.

"Hmm?" The Martial Monk's eyes widened, suddenly tilting his head back to slam his head at the sneaky attackers behind him, while his body leaped up, kicking furiously to both sides.

It wasn't just kicking!

With Tu Feng and Leng Tianxing too close to the Martial Monk, the deity's first move was actually to raise and thrust his knee!

Everyone reacts differently to sudden events.

Some instinctively dodge, some defend, others attack.

Deities are no different.

The Martial Monk's own nature, combat habits, and everything else dictated his first reaction wasn't to escape the encirclement, but to fight three by himself!

For a moment, the muffled sound was incessant.

Leng Tianxing was kneed in a vulnerable spot, then seamlessly kicked in the lower abdomen, retreating several steps without even having time to react with a "thud, thud, thud."

Yan Shuangzi held the Martial Monk's head with both arms, also stepping back two steps, then hurriedly lunging forward again.

Only Tu Feng!

As a disciple from the Martial Monk Faction, his martial skills were superb!

Tu Feng decisively gave up trying to grab the Martial Monk's arm, sidestepping to dodge the knee strike, and just as the Martial Monk extended his leg, he fiercely hugged the god's calf.

"Traitor!" The Martial Monk immediately recognized who had come.

Among the three ambushers, the only one who could barely complete the plan was his former disciple!

Without hesitation, the Martial Monk firmly pressed down with his right leg that got caught, while thrusting his right elbow forward.

"Thud!!"

Tu Feng had no intention of sparring skills, completely abandoning dodging, allowing the other's elbow to slam brutally against the side of his head.

This was a Great Martial Monk!

Hit!

Hit hard!

No matter what, Tu Feng held the Martial Monk's right leg, refusing to let go.

"Shut up!" A sinister female voice echoed fiercely from behind, full of malice.

Yan Shuangzi was both shocked and furious. If it weren't for Tu Feng being present, the Martial Monk might have really knocked the three of them back in an instant.

But Tu Feng, risking his life to persist, brought about Yan Shuangzi's forward lunge. She wrapped her arms around the Martial Monk's waist, as a teleportation array opened above her head.

Two or three kilometers away, hidden within the thick sea of fog, the Fiery Phoenix Patterned Gourd had already spewed out many figures.

Among them was Elder Lu Yuan.

Normally, two or three kilometers would truly be just a few steps away for the Divine Sculpture of a couple of hundred meters at a time.

Yet even for such a distance, Lu Yuan opted to teleport Wuya and Leng Tianyue there.

"You guys!!"

The Martial Monk, with Tu Feng clinging tightly to his right leg, was tripped forward by Yan Shuangzi lunging at him.

At the same time, Wuya and Leng Tianyue, who had teleported over, along with Leng Tianxing who stood firm, rushed towards the Martial Monk.

"Ah! Ah-ah-ah!"

The Martial Monk shouted in anger, unable to contain his fury.

"I'll make you shut up!" With the addition of comrades, Yan Shuangzi decisively changed tactics.

She straightened her body, fiercely locking the Martial Monk's neck with her arms, rapidly forming a chokehold.

The Martial Monk's Stone Sculpture naturally wouldn't faint from being choked, nor would it easily have its neck broken.

Yan Shuangzi's maneuver aimed to fix the Martial Monk's head in place!

As the saying goes: A flurry of punches can defeat a master.

Each of the five Ran Sect warriors entangled with the Martial Monk possessed a complete Divine Position, their physical attributes explosive!

No matter how powerful the Martial Monk was, he was only a "single Divine Position" existence. How could he withstand the grasping legs, arms, and necks of five Divine Sculptures?

Meanwhile, further south from the Martial Monk by two to three kilometers, there were several more warriors emerging from the Fiery Phoenix Patterned Gourd.

"Thump!"

The bowstring trembled.

Luoshen, ignited with higher-level killing intent, wielded the Golden Law Bow and released a series of Water Flow Arrows.

"Whoosh~ whoosh~"

The sound of breaking through the air approached.

Big Nightmare, also engulfed in flames, flung a string of Night Charm Blades, which traversed two or three thousand meters, aiming precisely at the Martial Monk's forehead.

And yet, the Martial Monk, held by the five warriors of the Ran Sect, could not unleash his techniques nor activate his Golden Body.

Overall, the Domain of Silence lasted well beyond three or four seconds!

Because at this time,

far on the Yan Paper God Mountain, an elegantly beautified woman in a broad twilight robe was smiling faintly, head lowered.

The exquisite Simurgh Phoenix Crown on her head emitted a crisp and melodious sound.

Through the invisible Unity Contract, the boundless energy within the Goddess Sculpture was freely drawn upon by someone.

"Cry~~~"

Faintly, a bird's cry came from the distant sky.

Whether it was an illusion was unknown.

"Lady Yan Zhi." Qin Yanzhi, hidden from view, stood behind the Rou Paperman, "The Lady of Ran Sect invites you."

As a Fake God, Divine General Qin served under the Evil Shadow Guardian.

"Hmm." The Rou Paperman responded lightly.

An Other Shore Flower suddenly bloomed, and the Lady Divine Sculpture atop the Divine Mountain vanished without a trace.

At the same time, in the Thunder God Mountain area.

Yan Chou, positioned northeast of the Martial Monk's battle group, looked up at the rapidly approaching Second-class Evil God·Purple Thunder Demon Peng, as a teleportation array opened above his head.

"Whoosh!!"

The sea of fog churned as the Evil God descended.

The Rou Paperman looked up into the sky, watching the Purple Thunder Demon Peng shower countless Thunderbirds, wildly bombarding his path as he ferociously approached.

Her expression unchanged, she simply raised her hand gently toward the sky.

"Whirr-whirr~~~"

Red sleeves veiled the heavens, staining the firmament.

The Thunderbirds, crackling and roaring with unstoppable momentum, were like clay oxen entering the sea, being swept into her vast crimson sleeves.

Without a single explosion occurring, all transformed into pure energy, replenishing the Rou Paperman herself.

Vermilion Paper Evil Technique·Yan Zhi Sleeve!

"Cry! Cry~~~" The Purple Thunder Demon Peng screeched suddenly, feeling his body out of control, his stone wings slightly bending.

The Rou Paperman's other naturally hanging hand had picked up a Paper Mache Man at some unknown moment.

She glanced lightly at the Purple Thunder Demon Peng, her hand slowly clenching.

The Purple Thunder Demon Peng let out another sharp cry, abruptly plummeting downward.

Having waited for a long time, Yan Chou rapidly snapped into position, firing a Sea-piercing Flame up at him.

To prevent the Purple Thunder Demon Peng from touching the ground.

"Crack! Crack..." The Purple Thunder Demon Peng's lightning-clad exterior had no effect as his giant wings kept bending, the stone body gradually curling up.

It was as if an invisible giant hand grasped the massive Demon Peng Stone Sculpture, kneading it little by little into a ball.

"You abomination! Abomination ah ah!!"

From behind in the distance, came the Martial Monk's enraged howl.

The Rou Paperman didn't turn back, her lips only slightly curved upwards.

And the Martial Monk in the chokehold, at this moment, with his eyes wide and cracked, his stone face full of fissures, watched helplessly as another round of knives and arrows approached head-on.

"Clang! Clang..."

The Wind Blade struck again, stabbing fiercely at the stone surface.

The arrows followed, shooting precisely into the Martial Monk's brow.

"Crack! Crack..."

The Martial Monk, bound by limbs and having his head fixed by the chokehold, faced the relentless assault of knives and arrows.

The stone face was pockmarked with thousands of tiny holes, criss-crossed with fissures.

Until a sharp Wind Blade, forcibly pierced through the Martial Monk's head, whisked past Yan Shuangzi's ear...

From afar, Lu Ran witnessed this scene.

He held his blade vertically before him, floating alone in the air, watching one Wind Blade after another penetrate through the Martial Monk's shattered head, swiftly soaring across the battlefield.

A First-class God?

Ha, so remarkable indeed...

Slaying you, the First-class God!

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