The Arrival of the Sea of Flesh and Knowledge
From this moment on, the battle changed. All Pathway and means became useless, leaving only pure fists. And fists were Lu Yuan's strongest asset at the moment, because this world respected reason, and reason was numerical for Lu Yuan, and numerical values were what Lu Yuan had in abundance.
Lu Yuan's fists pounded down relentlessly, each punch heavier than the last. The Leader's newly formed body collapsed and shattered at a visible speed, soon becoming unrecognizable as a human and turning into a true pile of mud.
Even so, there were still signs of life pulsating within the mud. Lu Yuan knew in his heart that this thing was no longer human; its current body was nothing more than a pile of rotten flesh maintaining a human appearance.
The pressure on the Seventh Seat was rapidly easing. The Bone Controller had completely panicked. Part of his power was borrowed from the Leader, and his control over the bones was not yet complete. At this moment, the Leader had been hammered beyond recognition, but the connection between him and this world remained Rift. Bone Cage that covered tens or hundreds of meters. The bones that had been pulverized and then pieced back together were starting to fall behind the Seventh Seat's rate of destruction.
The Seventh Seat saw all of this, then looked at the young man who was holding someone down and punching him, and the Blue-Haired Man was repeatedly crushing the High Singer. A glimmer of light appeared in his perfectly healthy eyes; this battle gave him a glimmer of hope in defeating the Heretic.
The situation has now completely reversed. The three leaders who should have been the absolute rulers of this mansion are now completely reversed: one is being hammered in the hand, another is being crushed repeatedly, and the last one has even had his own bones, which he was so proud of, electrocuted into dust. It seems that who is hunting whom has been completely reversed from the very beginning.
There was one thing that was getting increasingly frustrating for Lu Yuan: he couldn't kill him. This guy in front of him was simply unkillable. The Gray-White Text remained calm and quiet, without even a trace of Sanity Contamination after a kill. In other words, from beginning to end, he hadn't managed to kill him even once. As long as he didn't sever this person's connection with this world, as long as he was still in this world, it seemed that with Lu Yuan's current abilities, he simply couldn't kill him.
Suddenly, fleshy lumps appeared on the pile of rotten flesh. The lumps split open to reveal twisted mouths, which opened and closed as if trying to say something.
However, Lu Yuan didn't want to hear his barking. He took the two arms from Frey's hands and stuffed them into the pile of rotten flesh. He swung his fists even more fiercely, smashing them into a pulp.
The other battlefield was much simpler. Every time the High Singer reformed in the distance, Oden would immediately press against it the moment it took shape. His Azure and Gold-Wrapped Scepter would fall like a long sword, crushing the Singer back into dust. Each time the High Singer died, a black aura would surge from its crushed body, entangling Oden's body. But Oden seemed completely oblivious, his scepter continuing to fall without pause. While killing, he observed with interest the High Singer's speed and method of regeneration.
"Interesting, very interesting! To actually use a Forbidden Land as your base of operations, your Holy Sovereign actually has such abilities. Then why hasn't he appeared yet? Can you make contact with your Holy Sovereign?"
Oden, unusually, stopped and grabbed the face that had just been pieced together, now filled with extreme fear.
The High Singer couldn't utter a single word. He had only reached the Fifth Order with the help of the Holy Sovereign, and he wouldn't even dare to think of betraying the Holy Sovereign. No, he couldn't possibly let out a single word.
Looking at his pursed lips, Oden roughly understood that the guy probably couldn't say it. He sighed helplessly, and the scepter fell again, shattering the High Singer once more.
After seven or eight times, Oden had completely plowed up the ground centered on Lu Yuan and the other person. Looking down through the gaps, one could see the original appearance of this world: a huge ball of flesh made of endless Flesh, with a massive amount of bones interspersed among the Flesh.
Oden understood immediately. So that's how it is. No wonder those long-lost Plague Herbs could reappear in the world; they were cultivated in this place.
However, this did not stop Oden from continuing his work. The High Singer had just pieced together half of his body when the scepter fell again. In the midst of the crushing, Oden glanced back at Lu Yuan's side, where the young man was currently pressing a mass of mangled flesh into the air, pounding it until Flesh.
Oden nodded in satisfaction. Another improvement! Lu Yuan's will seemed to have taken another step forward. At this rate, he would soon catch up with his younger self. Not bad, not bad. The Forbidden Studies has a successor!
As Oden nodded, he surveyed the surrounding battle, then raised his hand and crushed the High Singer's newly pieced-together body once more.
Finally, the pile of rotten flesh in front of Lu Yuan could no longer hold on.
The moment Lu Yuan swung his fist down, he felt nothing beneath his hand. No, this punch had pierced through the Leader's body, creating a huge crater in the ground. As bits of flesh and bone flew up, the mangled flesh had vanished beneath Lu Yuan's fist.
Sometime later, the Leader seemed to have merged into the earth made of Flesh, disappearing from his sight.
Lu Yuan slowly straightened up, his gaze sweeping into the distance. Hundreds of meters away, a figure was rapidly piecing together, or rather, only the head was completely pieced together; below the head was still a writhing mass of mud.
The Leader stood on the muddy ground, his face filled with Resentment, staring intently at Lu Yuan, Oden, and the Seventh Seat who had just landed back on the ground.
"You will pay the price for your arrogance!" His voice was hoarse, but each word was deliberate. "His Holy Sovereign will crush you rats."
The next moment, a mass of bright red Flesh appeared on his chest. The mass of Flesh beat like a heart, and with each beat, a circle of crimson light rippled out. Then, an indescribable aura of danger burst forth from the mass of Flesh, instantly spreading across the entire Wasteland.
Frey and Brunkel's relaxed expressions froze instantly, for it was a Taboo aura. Brunkel's heart sank even more, because she realized that these Heretic were calling upon their Holy Sovereign.
But Oden seemed not to see the mass of Flesh at all; he simply raised his hand, pointed to the sky, and gestured for Lu Yuan to look up.
Lu Yuan looked up. In fact, he had already sensed it, because the originally gray sky had somehow revealed a huge patch of mottled color.
The next moment, it was as if a huge hole had been torn open in the sky, and colorful characters floated down from the opening, then slowly dissipated. The gray mist was gradually blown away, and the colorful patches became more and more obvious.
The next moment, an indescribable burst of vibrant colors completely filled the sky, and the gray mist in the area where Lu Yuan was located was swept away.
Since entering this world, for the first time, the dusty twilight over this Wasteland has been swept away completely, replaced by a dazzling array of colors.