Great Battle in the Mountains

"What's going on?"

"This is bad!"

Cries of alarm rang out from the sky.

In only a moment, aside from the Four Sages of the Four Directions and the two Buddhas, only a handful of deities with profound divine power could barely remain airborne. Everyone else fell to the ground. Even quite a few disciples and followers beside the Four Sages and the two Buddhas had dropped down.

And what was on the ground?

Hundreds of miles of mountains—the mountain god's domain.

Rumble...

The earth trembled again. Rock strata rose, boulders rolled, and in an instant, several stone giants as tall as mountains appeared among the peaks. Some even had trees growing from their bodies. Every step they took made the surrounding mountains quake, and every punch carried the combined force of hundreds of miles of peaks.

The mountain giants treated the divine officials and heavenly generals scattered across the ground as ants, stomping on them or bending down to hammer them one by one.

Caught off guard, the divine officials and heavenly generals were thrown into disorder only briefly before swiftly organizing defenses and counterattacks. Some formed formations to meet the assault; others strained against some force between heaven and earth to rise into the sky, desperately weaving around the mountain giants' limbs. Blades, swords, and magical artifacts flew forth, bursting across the giants' bodies like flowers in bloom.

For a time, even those mountain-sized giants were battered black and blue.

The trees upon them snapped one after another, the wild grass was flattened, and even the thickness of the rock covering their bodies was being worn away.

The numbers of the divine officials and heavenly generals were also steadily dwindling.

"I'll lend you a hand."

The Daoist flicked his feather fan again.

Whoosh...

The divine officials and heavenly