The First Battle!

Boom~~~

The surface of the Bloodwave Warship rippled with endless crimson light, crushing the chilling aura shrouding the Floating Island as it sailed to the edge of the island's continuous mountain range.

The origin of the chilling aura in the Earth Ruins Realm is debated. Some say it's the condensation of killing intent and death energy after the great battle against countless Chaos Alien and ancient powerhouses, while others say it's the remnants of magic arrays set up during battles between powerful beings.

However, it is generally accepted that the birth of the Necro Race race is related to this eerie and chilling aura.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Zhou Hao's consciousness spread and enveloped the mountains below, and he immediately felt the obstruction of this cold and sinister power.

"My consciousness can only cover a range of ten thousand miles, which is not as far as my Thunder Radiance Eye can see." Zhou Hao's eyes flashed with lightning, and a vertical line of purple lightning cracked open between his eyebrows, revealing a vertical pupil.

It was the supernatural power <Thunder Radiance Eye> that the second clone had cultivated; when the third eye opened, it could see for tens of thousands of miles.

Within the Three Realms, there are various mysterious and dangerous places, and their strangeness, which can restrict divine consciousness and awareness, is extremely common.

In situations like these, a special ability or secret technique for seeing can come in handy.

However, spiritual consciousness is an invisible force that is not hindered by matter, while supernatural powers of sight are easily obscured by external objects, so each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

"How is it?" Zhou Hao looked at Luo Zheng beside him, "How far can your divine sense cover?"

"Not even five hundred li." Luo Zheng shook his head.

With the backing of his family and access to top-tier resources, coupled with his exceptional talent, he had cultivated for a short time. After hundreds of years of honing his skills within the Godslaying Guard, his strength was approaching that of an ordinary million-year-old Loose Immortal, and he was about to touch the threshold of Celestial Immortal. Otherwise, he would not have become the commander of the Godslaying Guard.

"Five hundred li is enough." Zhou Hao nodded. "The rest of the soldiers' spiritual range is estimated to be several tens of li for the weaker ones and about Baili for the stronger ones. If we are careful, at least we won't be easily ambushed by the Necro Race."

The beings of the Three Realms are suppressed by the cold energy within the Floating Island, their divine senses can only cover one-tenth of the area, and the spatial energy fluctuations are chaotic, making teleportation impossible. However, the Necro Race was born with the help of the cold energy and is not subject to any suppression.

"Hmm?" Zhou Hao looked down at a deep valley in the mountains below, where a black-skinned, wolf-headed Necro Race peered out.

The reason it was instantly identified as Necro Race was because the chilling death aura emanating from its body was exactly the same as the chilling atmosphere on the Floating Island.

The Necro Race are the corpses of the Chaos Alien and the remains of powerful beings from the ancient Three Realms who fell and were not collected. They are born from the special cold and gloomy aura of this realm. When they do not eat, they lie dormant around the corpses that nurtured them, absorbing the death energy of the corpses and the cold energy of heaven and earth to strengthen themselves.

The Necro Race, born from different corpses, each has its own territory. Any creature from the Three Realms realms that invades their territory will be attacked by them.

Some newly born, weak Necro Race are not much different in intelligence from animals and beasts, only having a primal thirst for flesh and blood energy. Only the elite experts among them, who have at least reached the primordial spirit level, have slightly higher intelligence.

"It should be Necro Race at the Nascent Soul level." Zhou Hao noticed that the Necro Race with a human body and a wolf head peeked around a few times before disappearing into the deep valley, indicating that it clearly possessed a certain level of intelligence.

According to the intelligence provided by the Third Prince Xia Mang Tang, even the smallest Necro Race clan will have a king at the Void Return level as their leader.

The stronger the Necro Race, the higher their intelligence.

Given their presence aboard the Bloodwave Warship, and the imposing presence of hundreds of Earth Immortal and Loose Immortal, they would likely be too intimidated to show themselves.

"Luo Zheng," Zhou Hao ordered, "You and your soldiers will split up and sweep through the mountains below. As long as you don't go beyond ten thousand miles, if there are any Necro Race stronger than you, I will arrive instantly."

"Yes!" Luo Zheng responded loudly. Then, the fifty soldiers of the Godslaying Guard on the Bloodwave Warship were divided into a team and shot down the mountain below as streaks of blood.

"Old Zhu," Zhou Hao pointed to the deep valley where the Necro Race had just been seen, "That valley might be the Necro Race's territory lurking here. They won't come out, go and drive them out."

Each Floating Island was formed from fragments of the original Earth Immortal Realm. The presence of an Necro Race suggests that there may be a Chaos Alien or the remains of an ancient fallen powerhouse here. Perhaps there are magical treasures or even some lost treasures left behind.

Putting aside everything else, even the weapons and armor fragments of ancient powerful figures would be rare and precious materials today.

If it is the corpse of Chaos Alien, it may contain some rare materials from beyond the Three Realms, making it even more valuable.

Why are those ancient magical artifacts of higher quality than those of today?

It's because from ancient times to the present, through countless years and the consumption of countless immortals and demons, many precious materials have long since disappeared.

"Yes, Master." Zhurong Ying's eyes were also filled with excitement.

They usually flee and hide, not daring to easily reveal even their divine or demonic aura, let alone engage in unrestrained battle.

After acknowledging Zhou Hao as their master, even the Godslaying Guard used to hunt them down have become their allies. What is there to fear?

Whoosh!

Zhurong Ying leaped onto the Bloodwave Warship, his body suddenly growing larger in mid-air.

A terrifying and ferocious aura spread out, and scorching magma erupted from Zhurong Ying's body, forcing back the chilling aura that enveloped the surrounding Floating Island.

Boom!

The ancient god-demon Zhurong Clan, towering ten thousand feet tall, descended from the sky to the earth.

The terrifying impact shattered countless peaks in the surrounding mountains, which stretched for thousands of miles.

The mountain range he stepped on churned up as if an Earth Dragon were turning over, raising endless dust and gravel, creating a chaotic scene between heaven and earth.

The soldiers of the Godslaying Guard who had previously descended rushed back into the sky, and Luo Zheng roared angrily, "Old Zhu, next time give us a heads-up, or you'll bury us underground!"

"Haha, who told you to be so small?" Zhurong Ying's powerful voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Looks like he's really been holding back for a long time." Zhou Hao stood with his hands behind his back on the Bloodwave Warship, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Make way!" Zhurong Ying shouted, then squatted down and stretched out his hands, each a thousand feet long, toward the deep crevice in the ground.

Pfft! Pfft!

The enormous hand pierced through the crack in the ground, followed by a roar from Zhurong Ying: "Rise!"

Boom!

A massive layer of rock, stretching for tens of miles, along with the mountains on its surface, was suddenly lifted up and then tossed aside by Zhurong Ying with a deafening roar that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth.

This caused the mountain range, stretching for nearly a thousand miles, to collapse completely, and countless fissures appeared in the earth.

"These are ancient gods and demons! They can overturn rivers and seas and wield mountains and rivers!" The soldiers of the Godslaying Guard stared in amazement.

Although their job is to hunt down gods and demons, they rarely encounter gods and demons of the Void Return level with bodies ten thousand feet tall like Zhurong Ying.

Moreover, what could be more exhilarating and awe-inspiring than hundreds of Earth Immortal and Loose Immortal forming a magic array, compared to overturning a continent's mountains with bare hands?

"Watch out, the Necro Race have emerged." Zhou Hao's voice echoed in the ears of every Godslaying Guard.

The words had barely left his mouth.

Splash splash splash splash splash...

Six plumes of black mist rose from the ripped-open earth, each rushing toward Zhurong Ying and Luo Zheng, the soldiers of the Godslaying Guard.

The largest cloud of black mist was even taller than Zhurong Ying, and in the air it transformed into a huge body with two wolf heads, completely black, and it swept a claw toward the Bloodwave Warship.

"Six Necro Race kings at the Void Return level?" Zhou Hao's eyes lit up. "No wonder they were able to hold onto territory on the edge of this Floating Island and avoid being wiped out by the numerous immortals from the Three Realms who ventured out. Ordinary cultivator armies would only be slaughtered if they encountered this strength."

The two-headed Necro Race that attacked him was clearly the strongest member of the group, and it could even tell that Zhou Hao was the leader of the team, so it attacked him first.

"Boom!"

Zhou Hao swayed, his body suddenly swelled, and he stood at the bow of the ship, transforming into a divine body ten thousand feet tall.

The Bloodwave Warship, which was over a thousand feet long, could barely accommodate most of Zhou Hao's foot at this moment.

Following Zhou Hao's step forward, he unleashed a powerful punch at the oncoming two-headed Necro Race.

The two-headed Necro Race's body was human-like, but its hands were pitch black and covered in sharp, blade-like armor.

Boom!

The fist collided with the sharp armor, sparks flying.

Even with Zhou Hao's Five Thunder Diamond Body at the fourth level, a body comparable to a celestial-grade magic weapon, he still felt a slight pain in his fist, demonstrating just how sharp the Necro Race's armor was.

An ordinary Heavenly-Rank magic weapon would probably be torn apart by a single claw.

Knock knock knock.

Zhou Hao staggered back three steps in mid-air, while the two-headed Necro Race king only swayed and staggered back one step.

"Such powerful strength. It's at least at the level of a mid-stage Void Return or Demon," Zhou Hao thought to himself.

The Necro Race has a unique life form; they can transform into a misty, deathly aura or into a physical form.

The fighting style is similar to that of God-Devil Body Refining, relying on the power of their physical strength to overwhelm other living beings.

However, although their power and might are strong, the Necro Race is far lacking in the mysteries of the Dao and the exquisiteness of their moves. Therefore, even an Necro Race king whose physical strength is comparable to the Void Return Returning Realm can only exert the combat power of a fifth or sixth level Celestial Immortal.

Even a Necro Race king whose physical strength rivals that of a god is only equivalent to a top-tier celestial immortal of the seventh or eighth rank.

"Intruder, we were already prepared to retreat, why did you have to desecrate our territory?" The two enormous wolf heads of the two-headed Necro Race king stared intently at Zhou Hao, their eyes filled with deep fear.

"You even understand the language of our Three Realms?" Zhou Hao looked at the first Necro Race king he had encountered with great interest and sneered, "Knowing we are strong, you back down, but if you were weak, you would attack us? And you call us intruders?"

He had fought so fiercely just now in order to find out the opponent's strength. Knowing that the opponent was at most equivalent to a second or third-level Celestial Immortal, Zhou Hao felt reassured and glanced at the situation on the entire battlefield.

At this moment, the other five Necro Race kings at the Void Return level were also in a superior position. One of them was fighting Zhurong Ying, while the other four were surrounded by the Yinglong Formation formed by Luo Hui and ten pairs of Godslaying Guard.

Zhou Hao waved his hand.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Twelve flags flew out from his body, forming the All-Heavens Divine Thunder Formation, sealing off an area of ten thousand miles.

Then, in a flash, he charged forward.

This clan has six Necro Race kings at the Void Return level, equivalent to five first-tier Celestial Immortals and one second- or third-tier Celestial Immortal, which is quite powerful, but still not enough in front of Zhou Hao.

He didn't even activate his natal magic weapon, the ' Saha Treasure Tree '. Instead, he used his hand as a mace and unleashed the second move of his Taiji Fist Art, the ' Thunder God Mace,' to hone his skills against this Necro Race king.

"Hiss hiss hiss~~~"

Zhou Hao's arm was crackling with lightning as he slashed at the two enormous wolf heads of the Necro Race king with what appeared to be a slow but actually swift motion.

"Awooo!" The two wolf heads howled to the sky, and then their two claws transformed into a sky full of claw shadows to meet Zhou Hao's arm.

The claw shadow was as fast as Zhou Hao's attack.

"The speed is good, but it's too straightforward; there's nothing mysterious about it," Zhou Hao said, shaking his head slightly.

His arms seemed to come alive, swaying to dodge every claw strike, and then, under the horrified and incredulous gaze of the Necro Race king's two wolf heads, he slashed down fiercely.

"Pfft!"

The arm sliced through the head and tore through the body, the swirling lightning like blades slicing towards the Necro Race king's body.

"Ah!" The Necro Race king cried out in pain, his torn body instantly turning back into black mist as he tried to escape.

Although this was Zhou Hao's first time fighting against the Necro Race, the intelligence reports contained detailed information, so he had naturally taken precautions against this move.

He pushed his palms forward, lunged forward, and plunged his arms into the black mist. Then, he brought his palms and arms together inward, sealing and enveloping the black mist in front of him like a yin-yang wheel.

His divine power surged forth, and his two palms, like two giant millstones, crushed and spun the black mist.

"No, no--" A wolf-headed face formed in the black mist, howling as it tried to solidify back into a physical form.

But at this moment, there seemed to be an infinite suction force between Zhou Hao's palms. The pervasive black mist was swallowed up and condensed, and was continuously annihilated as his palms crushed and spun. There was no chance of escaping.

The Necro Race being fighting Zhurong Ying heard its leader's scream and turned around to look. It was startled by what it saw.

It was struggling to withstand the power of Zhurong Ying, an ancient god and demon whose strength was no less than its own. It had only managed to hold on until now by being able to transform into black mist at any time to avoid damage.

Seeing the leader's miserable state, and realizing that even the life-saving technique of dispersing mist was useless, it immediately lost the will to fight and deliberately dissipated, turning into black mist in an attempt to burrow into the earth and escape.

However, the All-Heavens Divine Thunder Formation set up by Zhou Hao had already sealed off this place. As soon as the black mist touched the earth, it stirred up a lightning and electric net.

"Haha, let you Necro Race scum taste what it's like to have nowhere to go but nowhere to escape!" Zhurong Ying laughed loudly.

"Old Zhu, the mist from the Necro Race is strange. The cold energy within it can neutralize my lightning Origin Power. Don't let it escape," Zhou Hao warned telepathically.

"Yes, Master." Zhurong Ying strode forward, red flames rising from his body, and threw a punch that burned and distorted the void in front of him.

After fighting the Necro Race king for a while, he figured out some tricks and realized that this kind of move was effective against Necro Race in their misty state.

really.

The Necro Race king let out a miserable cry and quickly transformed back into physical form, resuming his battle with Zhurong Ying.

Zhou Hao ground his palms together in the black mist, carefully sensing the strange energy within them, trying to find its core origin.

Every life has its core origin. Just like the beings in the Three Realms each have their own divine souls, the Necro Race, though they do not have divine souls, are intelligent and thoughtful beings, and therefore have a place where their life consciousness resides.

"Found it." Zhou Hao's heart stirred, and he instantly enveloped the cold, hard, prismatic crystal with his divine power.

As divine power was injected into the strangulation, the Necro Race king's consciousness was immediately annihilated.

Wow~~~

The black mist, having been ground down and consumed in the process, instantly dissipated into the primordial energy of heaven and earth. The chilling aura that had once emanated from it seemed to vanish along with the consciousness of the Necro Race king.

"Killing the Necro Race is equivalent to helping the Three Realms purify alien energy, and you will be rewarded with Heavenly Dao Merit. No wonder the Xia Clan Great World also has Merit Points as a reward." Zhou Hao looked at the prismatic crystal suspended in the air, which looked like a speck of dust under his towering body.

"20,000 merit points obtained."

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If I delete the chapter again, you guys will have to choose the table of contents again, so I'll just say a few more words here.

For Suifeng, a real job is the basic guarantee for his family's stable life.

The income from writing books is used to pay my mortgage and cover various other household expenses.

If I could update more often, I'd love to write 100,000 or 200,000 words a day, since the more words I write, the more income I earn.

Writing a book is unlike anything else; I'm afraid it will take up my thoughts. If I could just put in the effort to finish it, I wouldn't be afraid of getting tired.

Many longtime readers know that Suifeng works in sales management, and it's normal for him to be so busy during holidays that he doesn't even have time to eat.

Moreover, dealing with employees, customers, shopping malls, manufacturers, and other people, especially when organizing large-scale events, involves a lot of trivial matters that are extremely energy-consuming.

I've been on tenterhooks these past few days, afraid that I might have overlooked something and messed up the writing.

There were some parts where I got so busy that I forgot to write down important plot points and details, and I secretly want to slap myself for it...

I understand that you guys are urging me to update, but please give me a few days to finish my work. I'm anxious too. The more anxious I am, the less I can write.

I wrote some of this chapter last night, some this morning I got up at five o'clock to write before taking the kids to school, some during lunch, and then sneaked out to write some more before finally finishing it.

Things have been a bit uneventful lately, because I really don't have the energy or the spirit. I'll have to finish Singles' Day and then regroup.

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