The Destruction of War God Mountain

"Olivier, that sword strike of yours was truly impressive. 👹💗 😝ൠ You released a whole bunch of powerful warriors all at once." Desri teased, seemingly Desri. He was hiding in a small mountain village, avoiding trouble, and he figured he'd be fine.

Olivier said with a stern face, "Lin Feng, I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Lin Feng was taken aback. He hadn't expected that Olivier would apologize to him after he had framed her.

"We can only take it one step at a time," Lin Feng said, feigning a sigh. "Gentlemen, I'll head back to Dragonblood Castle now."

"I'll go too," Olivier said. "I'm the one who caused this trouble, and I can't stand idly by if anything happens to the Baruch Empire."

"I'll go to your Dragonblood Castle too. The three of us together will be more intimidating to others," Desri said with a smile.

Lin Feng did not refuse. Olivier and Desri wanted to help Lin Feng protect the Baruch Empire, but Lin Feng had a different idea.

With their current strength Lowgod, Olivier and Desri really have little ability to protect themselves on Yulan. If they offend Midgod, they might be wiped out.

They both followed me to Dragonblood Castle, so I could protect them.

The three of them flew directly towards Dragonblood Castle.

Arctic Icefield.

A white-haired old man in a blue robe hovered atop the iceberg; he was Plane Overseer, "Hodan."

"Haha, so many powerful figures have suddenly appeared?" Hodan's face was full of smiles.

"All Saint Realm experts and God-level experts, I, the Plane Overseer ' Hodan,' command that anyone wishing to travel to the Four Supreme Planes and the Seven Divine Planes must immediately proceed to the Arctic Icefield!" Hodan's voice resounded in the minds of every Saint Realm and God-level expert in the Yulan Plane.

Many of the powerful individuals who escaped from the Gebada Plane Prison to Yulan aspire to travel to higher planes.

They've been trapped in this treacherous prison dimension for far too long.

"Second Brother, are you really leaving?" Two powerful, blond-haired humans hovered in mid-air. One of them, slightly thinner, asked anxiously, "Second Brother, although we've been trapped in that Plane Prison for over a hundred million years, I know you long to go to other planes. But haven't you heard? Ten thousand years ago, a major event happened in our homeland. The Necropolis of the Gods contains countless treasures—divine artifacts, Divine Artifact Godhead, and more! If we go to other planes, we have neither the background nor the strength. Even if there are treasures, they won't be ours."

The burly, blond-haired powerhouse shook his head and said, "Third brother, we're already very lucky to have escaped Gobada. You still want to go to the Necropolis of the Gods? Godhead and Divine Artifact aren't so easy to obtain. Alright, third brother, I'm going to the Infernal Realm. If you want to find me after you've finished this, go to the Infernal Realm too."

Without saying another word, the blond-haired expert flew directly north.

The thin, blond man watched his second brother leave, muttering, "Second brother, you'll see. When we meet again, I'll definitely be Highgod."

A vast and mighty procession of figures flew over the North Sea, including Midgod, Lowgod, and of course, many more from the Saint Realm.

"Why are there so many?" Among this group of powerful individuals was a middle-aged man with blond hair, dressed in a long robe and with a solemn face. Judging from his demeanor, he was clearly someone of high status. In fact, he had only been cultivating for a little over a hundred years and had only recently entered the Saint Realm.

"Our Yulan has so many powerful figures?" The middle-aged man trembled inwardly.

He had already seen more than two hundred, and in the distance, there were still faint figures. At the same time, the aura emanating from the powerful figures who occasionally flew overhead at Extreme Speed made his heart tremble.

"That speed!" The middle-aged man stared in disbelief.

A large number of powerful figures flashed past him and disappeared into the northern horizon, almost all of them ten times or more faster than him. Many god-level experts flew by, and the middle-aged man could only vaguely sense their figures passing by.

"Haha, it's been over a million years, I'm finally going to the Supreme Plane."

"So many years have passed, haha, my wish has finally come true."

Excited and thrilling sounds could be heard from time to time in the sky.

"Over a million years?" The middle-aged man, who had only cultivated for a hundred years and had just entered the Saint Realm, swallowed hard, looking at the figures that were ten times or more faster than him. "I... I'd better cultivate more in Yulan first. This Supreme Plane, this Divine Plane, is too terrifying."

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he immediately turned around and flew back to his hometown.

Just recently, this middle-aged man had bid farewell to his relatives and friends, and even told the younger generation to work hard.

O'Brien Empire, War God Mountain.

Fain is still at the limit of the Saint Realm and cannot break through to the God Realm. As for what happened at the Bosha Dam not long ago, Fain is not aware of it. However, when a large number of powerful people rushed out, the aura they emitted was something that Fain could barely sense even at War God Mountain.

"What a terrifying aura." Fain looked at Nanfang in shock. "Nanfang, what happened?"

"Sigh," Fain thought bitterly.

Yulan is becoming increasingly chaotic. Even Fain, who is struggling to maintain this vast empire, is feeling weary.

"Teacher, please come back soon."

It will be nearly three months before the War God returns from the Necropolis of the Gods.

Much later.

"Whoosh!" A figure flew in at Extreme Speed from afar.

"Senior Brother." It was indeed Cassrot. Cassrot landed in front of Fain and said respectfully, "Senior Brother, I've received intelligence that Lin Feng, Olivier, and a middle-aged man are fighting a bald man at the Bosha Dam."

The intelligence agents of the O'Brien Empire knew Lin Feng and Olivier, but not Desri. This intelligence was transmitted at top speed.

"Three against one?" Fain was taken aback.

"But the intelligence says that the Bosha Dam collapsed. Then, a large number of figures appeared out of thin air, densely packed flying figures. Those figures disappeared instantly, and then the Bosha Dam actually re-formed." Cassrot said, feeling awkward as well.

However, that is indeed how it is described in the intelligence reports.

"A large number of figures vanished in an instant?" Fain knew in his heart that some powerful individuals could fly at Extreme Speed, making it difficult for ordinary people to see them clearly. "Judging from this, it seems that a large number of the Saint Realm experts have appeared around the Bosha Dam!" Fain didn't dare to think that many of those powerful individuals were God-level.

After all, reaching the god level is extremely difficult.

"The situation is getting more and more complicated," Fain thought to himself, annoyed. "But there's nothing I can do about it. I'll just have to wait for the teacher to come back."

Suddenly, countless figures appeared in the sky above the O'Brien Empire.

There were nearly a thousand figures flying in the sky!

"Th-that's..." Many people in the Imperial Capital looked up and were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. According to their common sense, apart from wind magic masters, those who can fly are usually Saint Realm powerhouses, but at this moment there was such a large group of people in the sky.

"It can't be Saint Realm experts, how could there be so many Saint Realm experts?"

Many people in the Imperial Capital shook their heads in disbelief, believing it to be a wind-elemental mage.

In the sky, among a group of powerful figures flying overhead, the leader was a handsome young man dressed in a magnificent robe radiating golden light. Behind him were three powerful figures lined up in a row. Further behind were a large number of powerful figures arranged in an orderly fashion. At the very back were hundreds of powerful figures, the weakest of the Saint Realm level experts.

"Is this the largest empire in Yulan today?" the handsome young man said with a wicked smile. "And what do they worship? Someone named O'Brien?"

"Yes, Lord Adkins!" A Silver-Haired Elder behind him said respectfully, "This O'Brien has only been cultivating for a little over five thousand years. It is estimated that his strength is that of Lowgod." The Silver-Haired Elder's tone contained a complete disregard for O'Brien.

"That must be War God Mountain up ahead." The handsome young man gazed at the distant War God Mountain War God Mountain, where many people were still admiring and sightseeing. He shook his head and said, "A Lowgod dares to call himself ' War God '. He's really arrogant. I don't like this War God Mountain either."

"Great Lord Adkins, your subordinate will destroy this eyesore of a hill for you." Immediately after the handsome young man, a silver-haired youth stepped out. Seeing that his master had no objection, the silver-haired youth waved his hand, and instantly, endless elements of heaven and earth rapidly gathered, and a rumbling sound came from the sky above the vast War God Mountain.

"What's going on?" Many of the disciples, both nominal and personal, in War God Mountain sensed the sudden change in the elements of heaven and earth.

"Hmph." The silver-haired youth gave a cold laugh.

Suddenly, endless Wind Blade appeared in the sky above War God Mountain, forming the forbidden magic "Destruction Storm". To be precise, each of these Wind Blade was hundreds or thousands of times more powerful than the Destruction Storm. Each Wind Blade faintly shimmered with golden light, and as the endless Wind Blade blades swept down, a shrill cry of "Run!" echoed within War God Mountain.

However, the Wind Blade were too fast. Even the Saint Realm experts didn't have time to escape the range of the Wind Blade before they were completely caught up in the overwhelming Wind Blade.

"Swoosh~" On the vast War God Mountain, everything—boulders, trees, flowers, and even human bodies—was shredded to pieces by the endless, golden Wind Blade. Even Saint Realm powerhouses like Cassrot and peak level nine powerhouses like Blumer were not spared.

They only lasted a second or two.

"Ah!" Heart-wrenching screams echoed one after another.

The Saint Realm expert was instantly shredded into mincemeat.

Just a few seconds.

The War God Mountain, swept by endless Wind Blade, has completely vanished. On the site of the original War God Mountain, a terrifying, bottomless crater has appeared.

"Hmm, not bad." A satisfied smile appeared on the handsome young man's face.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the silver-haired youth. He bowed respectfully and then retreated to the back.

"Hmm?" The handsome young man suddenly frowned and looked into the deep pit. With his strength, he could clearly see that a person had survived the baptism of the Wind Blade with difficulty. His head had been protected, and his body was still recovering rapidly.

This person is none other than Fain, the first disciple of the Martial War God.

Meanwhile, a terrified Fain was flying Extreme Speed eastward from deep underground.

Although Lin Feng was absent from this trip to the Necropolis of the Gods, Fain and his companions still managed to reach the ninth level thanks to their strength, Fain also obtained a Life Source Pearl.

It was because of the existence of the Life Source Pearl that Fain's body, which was shredded by the "Wind Blade," was able to regrow.

A hint of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the silver-haired youth. He flashed and was about to fly downwards when the handsome young man glanced at him coldly. "Come back." The silver-haired youth seemed to be controlled, and he was suspended in mid-air, unable to fly down.

"That little fellow escaped unscathed. I, Adkins, am in a good mood today, so I'll grant him a way out," the handsome young man said with a smile.

"Yes, yes." The silver-haired youth flew back in a panic.

"Little guy, when you see that O'Brien guy later, tell him that his O'Brien Empire has been taken over by Adkins. Also, tell him to stop calling himself a War God; it makes me very uncomfortable." The handsome young man's voice resounded directly in the mind of Fain, who was fleeing underground.