Chapter 561: . Level Thirteen true body (1)

Book 561. Thirteen-Level True Form (1)

A colossal, indescribable grotesque monstrosity surged swiftly into the sky above the battlefield. Its form was nearly identical to the totem that had hovered over Sara’s head moments before—only vastly larger, far more monstrous, and terrifyingly savage.

Dozens of eyes, varying in size, flickered with eerie light; octopus-like tentacles erupted from its maw, writhing wildly across the heavens. Clusters of sinister crimson flames, accompanied by an unprecedented aura of malevolence, swept like a tidal wave, engulfing the entire space in their infernal embrace.

All who witnessed this behemoth stood frozen, transfixed. They had scarcely recovered from the shock of Lu Sheng’s earlier display when their minds were once again shattered by the sight before them.

Only when a single wisp of crimson flame drifted lazily onto a dazed martial artist did reality snap back into focus.

This warrior—a twelfth-level Stellar Realm master—began to contort violently: his body swelled, twisted, ruptured. Limbs sprouted anew from his flesh; eyeballs bloomed across his frame like grotesque blossoms. Within mere heartbeats, he transformed from a normal human of the Stellar Race into a monstrous beast hundreds of zhang tall—then let out a guttural roar and lunged at the nearest fighter, tearing into him with feral fury.

Blood sprayed. Screams pierced the air.

Only then did the survivors jolt back to awareness.

“Thirteen-level! It’s a Thirteen-Level Commander-Class Abomination in True Form!” someone shrieked, voice trembling.

The remaining dozens of human martial artists scattered instantly, faces drained of color, desperately evading the falling clusters of demonic fire.

Meanwhile, the vast horde of Abominations—already withdrawn to the distance—now reared up again, driven mad by the infernal flames and corrupting aura, even more frenzied and bloodthirsty than before. They surged forward en masse toward the center of the battlefield, reigniting the war-tide in violent, churning waves.

The monstrous entity fixed its countless eyes upon Lu Sheng, while its maw vibrated violently, its myriad octopus tentacles thrumming in unison, emitting a cascade of alien, dissonant syllables.

Lu Sheng ignored it entirely. His gaze swept the field, locking onto Saiya and Tang Dun—both flustered, desperate, teetering on the edge of annihilation. After a brief hesitation, he launched himself forward with sudden, brutal force.

Thirty-three thousand immortal cells within his body detonated simultaneously, flooding him with raw power. He blazed like molten gold, divine and incandescent—a golden celestial blade slicing through the pale sky, trailing a long, radiant wake of gold as he plunged straight into the monster’s core.

The cataclysmic impact hurled the creature backward, slamming it deep into the surging tide of Abominations behind.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

One after another, the monsters along his path exploded into gore and mist. In seconds, he carved a near-vacuum corridor through the battlefield—a safe zone, forcibly torn away from the chaos.

This was likely the only thing Lu Sheng could do for humanity now. If they still perished… well, he’d have to offer his regrets later.

His two arms—forged of solidified gold—burrowed deep into the semi-ethereal body of the Commander-Class Abomination, nearly piercing it clean through.

The beast shrieked, its cries growing sharper, more shrill. Crimson flames lashed at Lu Sheng’s form, while its tentacles struck again and again, each blow cracking the void itself—shattering space like splintered glass, leaving behind jagged black fissures.

The infernal fire clung to his skin, devouring, searing—pain so profound it scorched the marrow, threatened to incinerate the soul itself.

Muscles beneath Lu Sheng’s cheekbones tensed, distorting his handsome face into something feral, bestial. His eyes burned with primal ferocity.

He braced his arms outward, muscles coiling like serpents, as thirty-three thousand immortal cells roared in unison, unleashing torrents of power—channeling every ounce into his limbs. Sunlike runes blazed across his biceps, luminous and searing; the gold thickened, almost viscous, pooling like molten metal.

“**Rip!**”

With a thunderous cry, he strained—his strength, titanic beyond measure, forcing the Abomination’s massive frame to groan under unbearable tension. The wound he’d carved earlier widened, splitting further, tearing open like a gaping maw.

“**ROOOOAAARRRR—!**”

The Commander-Class beast howled in agony, its countless eyes bulging wide, its tentacles rigid as steel rods. Sound waves congealed into visible ripples, radiating outward in lethal concentric rings.

Nearby Abominations disintegrated instantly under the assault.

Human fighters farther back clapped hands over their ears—thankfully, Lu Sheng had dragged the battle away. Had he not, none would have survived that sonic onslaught.

And Lu Sheng himself—closest, fully exposed, bearing the full brunt—began to fracture like porcelain. Golden shards peeled off his body in rapid succession.

No one could see his face—only his long black hair, whipping wildly in the shockwave, silhouetted against the chaos.

Like some primordial demon god, he pressed onward, relentless, unwavering—tearing the Commander-Class Abomination apart, limb by limb, flesh by flesh.

All stood dumbstruck.

This spectacle dwarfed even Lu Sheng’s earlier feat of crushing Sara with one hand—by a hundredfold, a thousand.

Sara, formidable as she was, remained merely a Twelfth-Level.

But here—here Lu Sheng faced a *true* Thirteen-Level Commander-Class Abomination.

An Eleventh-Level fighting *hand-to-hand*, *ripping apart* a Thirteen-Level?

What kind of stellar abomination *was* this man?!

If word of this were to spread, would it not shake an entire star system to its core?

Just as all stood frozen, dumbstruck,

the devastating sonic waves that had ravaged the battlefield abruptly ceased.

The countless eyes covering the commander-class aberrant beast snapped shut in unison—then, after a mere thousandth of a silent heartbeat, jarringly reopened.

Crimson light blazed forth!

“Boom!”

A pitch-black silhouette tore through every onlooker’s vision.

The golden figure was hurled backward with explosive force, crashing violently into the mass of aberrants behind it, carving out a vast crater drenched in blood.

When sight cleared once more—

each person’s eyes widened in shock, instinctively drawing in a sharp, icy breath.

There, before them, the commander-class aberrant, previously half-phantom, now solidified fully into tangible form.

Its already colossal frame seemed to swell further, grotesquely magnified.

From its twisted, malformed body sprouted a new limb—an impossibly thick, monstrous arm, rivaling a stellar dreadnought in sheer scale.

Blood-red, grotesquely muscular, like a freshly flayed limb slick with gore, it bristled with countless distorted, writhing appendages—each one warped, unnatural, radiating pure, unspeakable evil and terror.

And with the emergence of this abhorrent arm, the creature’s aura deepened, darkened—becoming even more oppressive, more annihilating.

The very sky above turned a sickening crimson; each soul felt an invisible, ten-thousand-ton boulder settle upon their chest, crushing, suffocating, leaving no room for breath.

“This… *this* is the true form of a commander-class aberrant?”

A voice quavered, trembling so violently it distorted mid-sentence.

All bodies trembled faintly; an unprecedented wave of despair surged across the field, swift and absolute.

Especially devastating—

their sole beacon of hope, their last flicker of faith:

Lu Sheng.

At the very instant that blood-drenched arm appeared—

he was struck down, sent flying without resistance.

His fate—unknown.

The aberrant’s myriad eyes opened once more, rolling wildly, scanning the scene.

Every soul who met one of those gazes felt the gulf between them and the beast—a chasm as vast as the star-sea itself—

and the chilling indifference of a god surveying ants beneath its foot.

In that moment, all felt the heavens themselves collapse into utter blackness.

The fragile, lingering hope—that perhaps, just perhaps, survival might still be possible—

flickered, dimmed, and died, inch by agonizing inch.

And then—

a sound cut through the silence from afar.

*Tap… tap…*

At the sound, every eye upon the aberrant swiveled instantly toward its source.

Its horrific, blood-soaked arm rose again, poised—

Horn

Ha

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