Chapter 251: Yuanshi Tianzun: Official Walkers, Assemble Here (2/4)

Chapter 251: Yuanshi Tianzun: Official Walkers, Assemble Here (2/4)

Bang! Bang!

That Evil Professional threw himself sideways, nimbly dodging the bullets.

Zhao Chenghuang, his face grim, his gaze icy as it swept across the crowd, spoke:

"A motley crew. Another word of nonsense, and we go straight to war!"

Yes, if that guy uttered that sentence, every Fire Master present would declare war on him; then the two great camps of Order and Evil would have no choice but to wage war.

Wei Wo Du Zun in the Loose Cultivator camp spoke in a deep voice:

"Time is short. Abandon meaningless conflict. Whoever provokes, I will kill first."

He clearly understood the Fire Masters' taboo as well.

Wei Wo Du Zun possessed delicate features, yet was excessively effeminate; a vicious aura coalesced between his brows. From his visage alone, one could sense a man both righteous and wicked, mercurial in temper.

Wei Wo Du Zun looked toward the Five Elements Alliance crowd and continued:

"I've never fought something this big. Don't know how to hit it. Which Wood Demon will step forward and offer some insight?"

As he spoke, all eyes turned to the Tree King.

They couldn't even glimpse the Tree King's full form; before them stood a trunk like a city wall, stretching into the far distance, its curvature lost to sight.

The gray-brown bark displayed distinct scales, densely fitted together piece by piece.

Within the Five Elements Alliance, a vigorous young man spoke:

"The best way to deal with a Tree Demon is fire or felling; the latter can be dismissed outright. Flames won't catch on it anytime soon—you should know, beneath the bark lies nothing but moisture.

"The final method: a plant that has gained self-awareness is no longer a mere plant; it births a core hosting consciousness. We call it the Tree Heart. Find it, destroy it."

Everyone nodded repeatedly. That young Wood Demon approached the trunk, extended a hand, focused his senses for a moment, and said:

"The Tree Heart is above us, fifty meters up, hidden within the trunk."

At that moment, a Loose Cultivator shouted:

"I suggest you get moving. It's watching us."

Everyone followed his gaze, only to see on the trunk thick as a city wall, pairs of eyelashless, emotionless eyes had sprouted, gazing down coldly upon the crowd.

The young Wood Demon said:

"Three minutes until my next attack window. Enough time to climb to the Tree Heart. Any other Wood Demons coming with me?"

Transcendent Realm Spirit Realm Walkers lack the ability to fly; Wood Demons skilled in climbing finally had their moment.

Immediately, three Wood Demons—two men, one woman—stepped out from the Loose Cultivator throng.

Four Wood Demons scaled the sheer trunk; they had scarcely any footholds, relying solely on the grip of the uneven bark.

Yet this did not hinder their speed; the climbing-adept Wood Demons ascended with gecko-like agility.

The Walkers below craned their necks back, gazing intently upward.

When the four wood yaos climbed to a height of thirty meters, the scale-like bark on their chests and abdomens suddenly split open, revealing a gash lined with sharp teeth, as if the tree trunks had unhinged their jaws into gaping, bloody maws.

"Ah..."

Three wood yaos, caught utterly off guard, were swallowed whole into the tree bellies, their miserable screams cut off abruptly.

The wood yao youth from the Five Elements Alliance reacted fastest; the instant the bark split, he decisively let go, leaning his body back into a free fall.

He believed his comrades below would catch him.

*Crack!*

A black shadow streaked across the sky, lashing viciously against the falling youth. His flesh-and-blood body exploded in mid-air, severed limbs and viscera mingling with blood, pattering down as they fell.

They landed in the crowd, landing on the Five Elements Alliance colleagues who had rushed forward to catch them.

"Didn't he still have three minutes of safety time?"

"What the hell is going on, fuck, they're all dead..."

Screams of alarm rose on all sides; even those of the evil alignment looked pale at the sight.

The answer came in the form of vines dropping from the heavens, *boom boom boom*—gully after gully gouged into the earth. The Spirit Realm Walkers present either relied on agility to dodge or used artifacts to block.

But the lashing vines were far too numerous, far too dense; in an instant, three people were whipped into pieces.

On the tree trunks, pairs of eyes still gazed down with cold indifference, viewing them as ants.

Guan Zhongkui Bao dropped to one knee, pressing both palms to the ground. A rumbling roar sounded as the earth heaved, soil condensing into two gigantic arms, palms spread wide open, sheltering the crowd beneath.

At the sight, the earth monsters present followed suit, one after another invoking their earth-control abilities, raising pairs of arms from the ground, spreading wide their palms.

*Bang bang bang~*

The dense vines frenziedly whipped the giant hands; clods of earth rained down, the palms continuously crumbling.

"The boss's behavior pattern has changed, the safety window is invalid, hurry up, we can't hold on much longer," Guan Zhongkui Bao roared:

"You so-called badasses, if you don't step up now, when the hell will you?"

Amidst his roar, Zhao Chenghuang’s body surged with surging Yin Qi; his skin revealed a greenish-black hue from the depths, sticky pitch-black filling his eye sockets, ten fingers sprouting jet-black claws, muscles knotting, black veins crawling over his entire body.

Beneath his feet, frost rapidly raced across the ground, condensing into a thin layer of rime.

So strong... Witnessing Zhao Chenghuang’s transformation, feeling the irresistible, bone-piercing Yin chill, the scattered cultivators and evil professionals present felt their hearts tremble.

Zhao Chenghuang is already this terrifying; just what kind of monster is the Yuanshi Tianzun who defeated him?

Zhao Chenghuang’s figure vanished.

Immediately after, the crowd saw a string of frost-condensed footprints appear on the tree trunk, now on the left, now on the right, the trajectory elusive and unpredictable.

The tree trunk kept opening mouths interlaced with wooden thorns, but it was always a step too slow, failing to climb or bite the Night Roaming Zhao Chenghuang.

After a dozen seconds, only a *bang* was heard; fifty meters up, a three-inch fist print suddenly caved in, tearing through the hard scaly bark, tearing through the tough fibers.

*Clatter!*

Zhao Chenghuang landed steadily on the ground, blood pouring from his fist, white bone exposed.

He panted heavily, his voice deep and gravelly:

"The trunk is indestructible; we must combine our strength to break it."

As the words fell, Ah-Yi’s pupils suddenly contracted, the whites of his eyes turning to amber, his skin keratinizing and covering itself in a hard armor, his legs transforming into powerful hind limbs, while his back swelled, giving birth to elytra.

Buzz, buzz... the thin wings vibrated, whipping up a fierce gale as he soared into the sky.

"Take me with you!"

Jiang Jingwei cried out loudly.

She dashed forward a few steps, leapt into the air, and attempted to grab Ah-Yi's feet.

Ah-Yi's hollow, cold, vertical pupils cast a glance at her, and he voluntarily lowered his altitude, scooping with both arms to catch Jiang Jingwei's arms, bearing her straight up into the heavens.

In this process, he was as swift and agile as a fly, sometimes shifting laterally, sometimes diving, evading one after another of the lashing vines.

Before long, they arrived at a height of fifty meters.

Ah-Yi suddenly accelerated, flinging the red-haired girl toward the trunk that was as wide as a city wall, while he himself dived, meeting a vine that came chopping down at his head.

His palm instantly transformed into a bony longsword, dancing toward the sky.

A half-section of the thick vine was severed, plunging downward.

This bought precious time for Jiang Jingwei.

The red-haired girl's body erupted into raging flames with a resounding whoosh; she was like a cannonball, trailing a wake of fire, crashing heavily into the fist print left by Zhao Chenghuang.

Boom!

A round of crimson fireworks exploded, the high temperature instantly carbonizing the bark in that area, while the terrifying shockwave tore away a large patch of hard fibers, expanding the fist print and creating a deep gash.

Jiang Jingwei's attack harmed the enemy but also injured herself; blood seeped from the corner of her mouth as she fell with a muffled groan.

Suffering a heavy blow, a muffled and furious roar echoed from deep within the wall-wide trunk, shaking the mountain forest until it rustled loudly.

Countless vines danced like furious whiskers, lashing toward the ground, and snapping at Ah-Yi and Jiang Jingwei in midair.

Seeing the sky-blotting vines lashing toward him, Ah-Yi decisively retracted his elytra, curled up with his knees to his chest, and the keratin on his body surface grew frantically, wrapping him around to form a solid ball of bone.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The vines whipped frantically, causing the hard keratin ball to be covered in cracks and ooze dark green blood.

The keratin ball plunged rapidly downward.

Also plunging rapidly was Jiang Jingwei, who clutched a yellow jade pendant in her hand—this tool, originating from the Earth Monster profession, formed a defensive barrier while simultaneously increasing Jiang Jingwei's weight, allowing her to drop quickly toward the ground.

Though Jiang Jingwei was not inherently clever, her innate combat talent enabled her, without needing to think, to naturally know when to choose which tool.

"The gap is healing..."

A scout with astonishing eyesight shouted a warning.

The gap Jiang Jingwei had just blasted open was rapidly closing.

A tree king of the Saint stage was, naturally, proficient in recovery capabilities.

At that moment, the androgynous Wei Wo Du Zun cradled a black seal in his palm.

Its surface was etched with surging waves; the material seemed like jade yet was not jade, like stone yet was not stone.

"Boom!"

A pillar of water several meters in diameter erupted from the seal, soaring into the heavens.

Wei Wo Du Zun’s body turned semi-transparent, as if fusing with the water itself; riding the skyward torrent, he ascended against the air, ignoring the vines lashing out at him, and swiftly reached the breach blown open by Jing Wei.

His form solidified once more. He raised a hand, summoning a long blade condensed from blue ice crystals, and drove it viciously into the rapidly closing gap.

*Crack, crack, crack*—ice shells sealed the head-sized breach, spreading outward in an instant.

The regeneration was immediately and effectively halted.

"Bang!"

A deep, resonant gunshot rang out from the distance, echoing through the forest canopy.