The Ming Cult Allied Army in the north and Chen Youliang's coalition in the west almost simultaneously made the same response.
They gathered all experts at the Innate Stage and above and set out to break through towards Dadu.
The experts at the Golden Core Stage are mainly concentrated in the First-rate sects, including the sect leaders and elders. In the Second-rate sects, only the sect leaders can be considered experts.
Yang Xiao counted that there were a total of 120 Golden Core Stage experts in the entire allied forces. Although the vast majority of them were only at the Early Golden Core Stage, it was still quite astonishing.
The number of experts at the Innate Stage has increased more than tenfold, reaching approximately two thousand.
The upper-middle level disciples of First-rate sects and the elites of Second-rate sects are all at this stage.
As for those below the Innate Stage, there is no need for this.
The power of that deity was too great; even the Internal Force of the Innate Stage experts in the outer area could barely protect them. If they continued to go deeper, these people would gradually be eliminated.
If the Ming Cult Allied Army in the north was in such a state, then Chen Youliang's coalition in the west was even more incompetent.
Their territory borders that of the god, and a battle has already broken out at the border.
However, it wasn't a close contest; rather, it was a one-sided affair, with the grotesque monsters overwhelming them.
The Krish gods possess a special talent for the soul, using the power of the soul to distort the physical body.
There are only two ways to kill those twisted monsters.
The first method is to directly obliterate the soul; without the soul, the physical body will gradually lose its vitality.
The second method is to deplete one's power by constantly attacking the physical body, thereby consuming the soul's power. Once the soul's power is exhausted, death ensues.
These things are truly terrifying because they are like viruses, constantly infecting all the animals around them.
Furthermore, the closer you are to that deity of the Kelvin type, the greater the chance of being distorted.
When they actually face him, even a typical Golden Core Stage probably wouldn't be able to withstand it.
The products of mechanical technology were severely disrupted, and even the energy shield could not stop them, so everyone had to move forward on foot.
The vast majority of the twisted monsters had gathered in Dadu, with only a handful remaining on the roads.
The attacks of martial arts masters can, to some extent, damage the soul and suppress the vitality of the physical body, so dealing with these twisted monsters is not too difficult.
They pushed their way through and soon arrived at Dadu.
Without the slightest hesitation, everyone went inside.
In the close combat, neither side retreated!
Although there are many of these twisted monsters, they are generally weak and can only instinctively use their tentacles to attack.
Although it's very durable because of its soul, it doesn't matter. If one hit doesn't kill it, two hits will do; if two hits don't do it, three hits will do.
Gradually, everyone figured out how to kill monsters more efficiently.
That means blowing the corpse to pieces, which will force the monster to consume more energy to recover.
The monster's distortion and deformity primarily originate from its soul; there is no toxin in its flesh and blood.
Therefore, there's no need for much precaution; just kill them.
Zhang Shicheng's Southern Allied Army numbered less than 300,000, and by this time they had all been mutated and twisted into monsters.
Xu Long led a force of over two thousand experts, meaning each of them would have to kill roughly one hundred monsters.
The Western Allied Army, led by Chen Youliang, the Nether Emperor, Maitreya, and Black Bear, was the largest, with a total of 600,000 troops. However, the number of experts on that side was actually less than that of Xu Long, with a maximum of only 1,500.
With nearly four thousand experts at the Innate Stage or above, facing less than three hundred thousand twisted monsters, their chances of victory seem quite good. But don't forget about Dadu!
That was the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, with a population of over 600,000.
If you do the math, it's less than four thousand experts fighting against a million distorted and deformed monsters, which means each person has to kill two hundred and fifty of them.
This is already outrageous!
An ordinary person would be exhausted from killing more than two hundred chickens in a row, let alone more than two hundred terrifying monsters.
Fortunately, the number of monsters couldn't be replenished, and Xu Long and his group could at least rest.
The battle lasted a long time, continuing for ten days, before casualties finally began to appear.
The monsters we now face have become significantly stronger overall, and occasionally a few even contain the flesh and blood of gods.
Kunlun Sect Leader He Taichong was ambushed and seriously injured!
A drop of green sap was injected into He Taichong's wound, and the gruesome gash immediately began to wriggle and heal.
"Thank you, Master!"
He Taichong bowed, his expression still showing lingering fear.
The tentacles' attack was extremely cunning, directly breaking through his True Qi and shattering his kidneys.
Without Xu Long's treatment, He Taichong would have survived, but would have been crippled.
"It's alright!"
Xu Long nodded and said, "These monsters contain the bodies of gods. Be careful not to get hurt in vital areas."
"We understand!"
The crowd responded in unison, and then continued fighting.
The meeting lasted for more than half a month before the northern and Western Allied Army finally met.
Nether Emperor and Maitreya saw Xu Long, they looked utterly helpless, while Black Bear maintained his disdainful and angry expression.
Too lazy to bother with them, the group continued fighting.
The number of twisted monsters is decreasing, while their strength is increasing, leading to casualties.
As long as he's not dead, Xu Long can be saved.
However, many people are injured in vital areas and have no chance of receiving treatment.
On the nineteenth day, Xu Long's worst fears came true.
"I... ah... ahhh... gibberish gibberish..."
The agonizing roar turned into incomprehensible murmurs, and the head of a martial arts master at the Early Innate the Innate Realm suddenly exploded, with a tentacle emerging from his neck.
Once there is one, there will be two; once there are two, there will be three.
The transformation of this Early Innate Realm expert was like lighting the fuse of a flare-up, causing more than a dozen people to twist into monsters in succession.
"Master, should we order the disciples at the Innate Stage to retreat?"
Yang Xiao killed the mutated disciple with a single finger strike, then asked Xu Long a question.
"The corruption of the gods is cumulative, not an immediate outbreak. These disciples may seem fine now, but they could easily be twisted into monsters and become sources of infection. Everyone has seen the situation here; if a monster were to enter a civilian settlement, the consequences would be unimaginable."
Xu Long took out a freezer from the storage space, and inside it were rows of syringes.
"Gentlemen, we have no choice but to fight to the death. What's inside can't save you, but when death comes, it can give you dignity, allowing you to die directly instead of becoming those monsters."
"If that's the case, then let's fight to the death!"
After a few seconds of silence, Yang Xiao was the first to pick up the needle and inject himself.
The members of the Ming Cult were all driven by a strong sense of righteousness, and upon learning of the existence of the gods, they had long been prepared to die.
"As expected of Yang Xiao, I'm second only to him!"
Abbess Miejue followed closely behind and injected the needle into her body.
They weren't worried about Xu Long plotting against them, because there was no need to in the current situation.
If the monsters here escape, there will be widespread devastation and countless deaths.