Chapter 486 — The Most Miserable Demigod in History

Through this devouring-type move, it withstood the majority of the explosion's damage. Even so, Yuan Han could not avoid sustaining severe injuries. Sensing that its wounds—only just healed—had torn open again, Yuan Han let out a shrill, pitiful wail, wretched and helpless. At this moment, Yuan Han had no idea what was happening, but it had only one thought: flee!

But before it could even react, another forbidden weapon was dropped from the depths of space. [Rin, Bug-Bug: This is Azure Dragon. Special forbidden weapon, the Four Saints Domain Bomb, has been launched. Please confirm receipt.]

Yuan Han, jolting in alarm within the sea of fire—another "BOOM."

Dazzling white light once again shrouded this stretch of land. This time, however, the forbidden weapon was not an attack-type weapon, but a domain-type weapon.

The white light spread ceaselessly. Soon, around the vast perimeter created by Ginseng Baby's self-detonation, four colossal illusory figures, ten thousand meters tall, appeared—the phantoms of the Four Sacred Beasts!

Interlinked with one another, they formed a vast domain irrigated by faith power and starry-sky power, shrouding and sealing off more than half of the Meteor Nation.

Within the domain, all natural forces and spatial forces were suppressed, and a peculiar force forcibly restricted the flow and fluctuation of energy within Yuan Han's body.

Above the domain's center were Bug-Bug—enhanced by Rin's perfected Nine-Colored Divine Light—and Rin himself, sustaining the entire domain, both keeping Yuan Han firmly in their sights and restricting its movements.

"ROAR!!!!!" At this moment, Yuan Han was furious beyond measure, struggling in panic to break free—but Shi Jin and the others' plan was tight and precise. The moment the power at the center of Ginseng Baby's self-detonation began to ebb, the Martial Emperor tore through the void and descended swiftly from the high heavens!!! [Shi Jin: Senior Martial Emperor, your turn. Remember, don't kill Yuan Han—just knock it unconscious.] [Martial Emperor: Received.]

"Supreme Martial Tyrant Fist!!!" The Martial Emperor, clad in the armor of ghost-beasts, with all eight of his bonded beasts fused into one—the Tree of Life in his beast-taming space healing the strain of the fusion—descended and, in that instant, unleashed a punch that could only be called the ultimate secret art.

The fist wind churned heaven and earth, a momentum vast and overwhelming.

"Wu Dong!!!!!" Seeing the Martial Emperor appear, Yun Han at last understood exactly what was happening, and in that instant it roared out a torrent of curses. This time it was truly panicked, for it could feel its own spatial skills utterly sealed! There was no way to flee.

"Yun Mie!!!" Sealed and gravely wounded as it was, Yun Han could only unleash a quasi-divine art.

The ultimate secret arts of both sides collided once more. BOOM!!!

A colossal shockwave once again coiled and swept through the high sky—space shattered, laws quaked—and the whole of the Yun Kingdom was left in ruins, a scene out of an apocalypse. "Your Majesty!!!!" Great upheaval had come to the Yun Kingdom, and the totems of Yun Han's command, who had been scouring the neighboring nations for resources, rushed back almost at the first instant. At this moment, only they dared come and see what on earth was happening in the Yun Kingdom.

As for the other totem nations, there was no need to guess—Yun Han and Donghuang had finally come to a decisive battle. Not one of them entertained the slightest thought of muddying those waters; whether it was the Martial Emperor who had driven them out, or Yun Han who wished to conscript them, both filled the surrounding totems with dread. They truly dared not make a move.

When big shots like these fought, all they wanted was to watch the outcome in silence.

[Contract System: Ginseng Baby is online.] [Shi Jin: Next, you and Susu will handle support.] Once Ginseng Baby was back online, Shi Jin glanced at the Martial Emperor and Yun Han. Though Yun Han had been repeatedly gravely wounded, it was still fierce, and the might of its quasi-divine arts remained tremendously powerful—far above the quasi-divine arts of Eleven and the others individually.

Most importantly, Eleven and the rest could not use a quasi-divine art twice in a row, whereas at this moment both Yun Han and the Martial Emperor could wield quasi-divine-level attacks as though they were ordinary skills. Shi Jin could only shake his head.

He chose not to interfere in their battle and went off to harvest resources of his own. "ROAR!!!!" At that moment, the black giant ape, a great general under Yun Han, was the first to return to the Yun Kingdom's territory—but Shi Jin, of course, would never let it go reinforce Yun Han. BOOM!!

Before the black giant ape could even react, a flash of black-and-white light crossed its vision, and a massive cannon shell slammed straight into it. Caught completely off guard, the ape took the blow head-on and was driven out of the Yun Kingdom's borders by the sheer impact.

Right after that, a black-and-white colossus a hundred meters tall, wreathed in thunder and lightning, burst onto the scene amid the crashing thunder, striding toward it step by step, its giant fist swinging down.

"ROAR!!!" Eleven bellowed. Take this!

[Shi Jin: Don't kill it. Leave the final blow to us. Everyone conserve your strength.]

So many totem generals—how many undead stand-ins would that make! [Eleven: Ying! (Reporting the beast-tamer for stealing kills!)] Elsewhere, Shi Jin, with his red hair and crimson eyes, stood high in the sky, calmly regarding the black battle-tiger before him. In a flash his figure vanished, and he cut down at the giant tiger; at the same time, the tiger roared and swung its colossal claws, which clashed and intertwined with the edge of his sword!!

Shi Jin and the others had no idea how things were progressing on the Martial Emperor's side, and against these totem generals none of them dared waste strength on quasi-divine arts, each keeping some trump cards in reserve. Yet even without quasi-divine arts, relying on the foundation of Eleven and the rest, they had more than enough to deal with this pack of totems that Yun Han had forcefully elevated.

The main battlefield was proceeding more smoothly than Shi Jin had expected. The Martial Emperor was indeed ferocious—the force behind every punch was comparable to Shi Yan and Eleven unleashing a double quasi-divine art, a pure proving of the Dao through strength. Moreover, now that he knew Shi Ying and Susu could purify radiation, the Martial Emperor's fighting style today was all the more reckless.

Previously, when the Martial Emperor fought Yun Han, he would sometimes still mind the opponent's attacks and dodge when he could. But today, Yun Han discovered that the Martial Emperor not only stopped dodging—he traded wound for wound, every single time.

Most importantly, Yun Han felt that the Martial Emperor's strength had climbed another level compared to a week ago, and the incurable wounds within the Martial Emperor's body—it could no longer sense them at all.

"Damn it!!!"

With fragments of its body sent flying through the air, Yun Han felt this time that it was truly in danger—that it might well overturn.

The other side had come fully prepared, and even the space here had been perfectly sealed. It had no way to withdraw at all.

"DIE!!!"

To suppress Yun Han quickly, the Martial Emperor paid no heed to his own injuries, clashing head-on with Yun Han again and again. In but a brief moment, a tenth of Yun Han's body had been pulverized. The ground was strewn with Yun Han's fragments, and Shi Zhao, perceiving the main battlefield through Lin, was stirred—how many hundreds of demonic iron-eating beasts would that be?