Chapter 590: Summoning Breath, Dominating the Battlefield (II)

With Barus's command, the battlefield—spanning over a thousand kilometers in width and hundreds in depth—erupted in frenzy. High-ranking demons and alien powerhouses were consumed by greed.

People died for wealth, birds for food. Even in mythical worlds, this rule held true. The promise of Demon God Blood and an origin law drove them mad.

"Kill!"

"For the glory of the Purgatory Clan!"

"For the Demon God Blood!" In an instant, figures radiating the aura of the Eighth and Ninth Heavenly Realms shot toward Chen Chu from three directions.

A voice rang out from above, belonging to a human king. "Everyone, hear my command! Stop those Purgatory experts. Do not let them gang up on our genius!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battlefield plunged into chaos. Under the orders of both the king and the great demon king, the high-ranking warriors of both factions clashed ferociously, throwing themselves into combat.

This scene had exceeded even Chen Chu's expectations.

Originally, his mission was to swiftly carve through this section of the battlefield, exploiting the distraction created by Mech No.1 on the main front. With the coordination of three allied legions, the goal was to obliterate the enemy's rear defense lines.

Unexpectedly, a demon god's descendant emerged—one protected by a middle-stage mythical-level colossal beast. Forced to adapt, Chen Chu had to prematurely activate his Space-Time Summoning Secret Art to eliminate this formidable foe.

When summoning the devastating breath attack, Chen Chu employed the Ocean Phantasmal Demon secret technique and the power of Hidden Divinity to mask his life aura, disguising himself further.

This drained a significant amount of vitality and energy, leaving his appearance deliberately weak and seemingly incapable of further combat.

He had no choice. When summoning the breath of his avatar, an inexplicable sense of dread overcame him, as if a terrifying presence had locked onto him.

Clearly, he had drawn the attention of a heavenly-king-level or even demon-god-level entity.

On a battlefield of this scale, where even kings risked falling and heavenly kings might be wounded, a mere Ninth Heavenly Realm cultivator like him was but a fragile existence.

Though Chen Chu possessed a life-preserving forbidden weapon gifted by a supreme powerhouse, he preferred to keep a low profile. He had no intention of becoming another casualty, like the demon god's descendant he had just obliterated.

That prodigious talent had been capable of surviving a direct strike from his True Demon God Form's halberd. With strength comparable to an ordinary demon king, the descendant had likely been among the top-tier talents of the Purgatory Clan.

Yet even such a prodigy was annihilated in a single attack from the breath Chen Chu summoned.

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In the annihilation zone, stretching tens of thousands of kilometers above the battlefield, Chen Chu stood with halberd in hand, his breathing heavy. Nearby, Mech No.1 rampaged across the central battlefield, growing ever stronger as it devoured the flesh and souls of high-level creatures. From a distant vantage point, Deorus observed the scene with hesitation.

He debated whether to send Kaodes into action now to crush the terrifyingly talented human, or to wait until No.1 ventured beyond the range of interwoven principles, where it could be destroyed outright.

Roar!

On the frontlines, No.1 had already grown to over 170 meters tall, its aura causing unparalleled terror.

Boom! Boom!

Two beams of blue-white light shot from its eyes, blasting away two demon kings obstructing its path.

The beams tore through a mountain ridge ten kilometers away, reducing it to rubble and annihilating thousands of alien creatures in their wake as it carved out two paths of death.

Witnessing this, Deorus's focus shifted decisively toward No.1.

If Chen Chu had achieved his feat by relying solely on the Ninth Heavenly Realm's power, Deorus would have unleashed everything to obliterate this monstrous human prodigy.

However, Chen Chu had merely harnessed a summoning art for a singular explosive attack. His actual strength was comparable to an ordinary demon king—nothing that warranted squandering Kaodes's sole opportunity to strike.

He would have only a brief moment to destroy the mech and eliminate a king-level human expert before being intercepted by reinforcements.

With this in mind, Deorus suppressed his killing intent toward Chen Chu.

As the demon god deliberated, his opponent, hovering over the third battlefield, remained expressionless.

The Celestial King had long been aware of Chen Chu's ability to summon mythical-level colossal beasts' projections, which was precisely why he had been chosen as a covert agent. Without such capabilities, Chen Chu's demon-king-level strength alone wouldn't have justified the Federation's strategic investment.

On a battlefield of this magnitude, the presence or absence of a king made little difference. The true deciders of victory were at the heavenly king and supreme powerhouse levels.

Even so, the Celestial King’s principle power blanketing the third battlefield intensified, subtly blurring Deorus's perception.

Amid the shattered earth, Chen Chu let out a soft sigh, feeling the ominous sensation in his chest dissipate.

Suddenly, a beginning-stage Ninth Heavenly Realm cultivator of an alien race, over ten meters tall and resembling a giant demon, lunged toward him with frenzied eyes. "The Demon God Blood is mine—"

Boom!

With a casual swing, Chen Chu’s halberd erupted in a flash of radiant purple-gold light. The strike shattered a saber beam spanning hundreds of meters, obliterating his attacker in an instant.

Boom!

Under the overwhelming weight of the Eight Desolations Heavenly Halberd, the fragile domain surrounding the alien shattered. It barely managed a panicked roar as it was obliterated in an instant.

The immense impact scattered a fan-shaped spray of flesh, blood, and fragmented remains across a hundred-meter radius—a scene drenched in gore.

In the distance, observing Chen Chu's figure standing tall with his halberd after annihilating a beginning-stage Ninth Heavenly Realm alien in a single blow, several advanced Purgatory Demons hesitated mid-step.

Wait... weren’t you supposed to be exhausted?

Faint arcs of electricity danced across Chen Chu's body as golden flames flickered, seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment. His appearance screamed weakness, yet his aura exuded unmatched dominance.

Halberd in hand, Chen Chu's cold gaze swept across the demons in the distance. He spoke slowly, his tone laced with disdain. "Even with my strength diminished to a tenth, this halberd alone is enough to crush you trash. Kill!"

He roared, his supposedly weakened figure transforming into a streak of blood-red light as he shot forward like an unstoppable force.

Boom!

An Eighth Demonic Mark demon fell under his single-handed strike, the sheer force of the attack obliterating its body and leaving a hundred-meter crater in the ground.

A middle-stage Ninth Heavenly Realm demon shouted anxiously, "Look out! His physical strength is monstrous. Use ranged attacks to exhaust him—wait, his speed... it’s too fast—"

Chen Chu charged like a rampaging beast as he hurtled into a fortified position several kilometers away, manned by thousands of eight-meter-tall, bull-headed alien soldiers.

Boom!

Centered on Chen Chu, over twenty streaks of halberd light, each extending a hundred meters, radiated outward like blooming lotus petals. Wherever the light passed, defenses and alien soldiers alike were torn apart, shredded into fragments.

Though weaker than before, the halberd strikes were still equivalent to standard Ninth Heavenly Realm attacks—more than enough to obliterate these high-level aliens. In moments, the surrounding three kilometers lay in ruins.

The cracked ground was littered with the fragmented bodies of thousands of high-level aliens. Blood splattered everywhere, pooling into rivers that dyed the earth crimson.

Standing amid the rubble, Chen Chu was shrouded in a crimson aura. His eyes glowed a dark red, brimming with killing intent and destruction. Streams of murderous blood-colored aura coiled around him, amplifying his strength by the moment.

In the distance, a middle-stage Ninth Demonic Mark demon shouted, "Stop him! He’s recovering energy through the slaughter! Surround him and take him down!"

Despite its loud warning, the demon itself refrained from stepping forward.

Boom!

The ground shattered as Chen Chu, now a blur of blood-red light, ignored the pursuing advanced demons and instead focused on annihilating alien armies and fortifications.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Encased in blood-red light, he bulldozed through everything—whether it was ten-meter-thick defensive bunkers or towering twenty-meter-tall aliens. All fell before his halberd, obliterated in a single strike.

Chen Chu, still ostensibly weakened, displayed unparalleled might. His speed was blinding, and his raw power allowed him to rampage across the battlefield, destroying everything in his path.

The advanced demons' attacks, powerful as they were, failed to breach the invisible four-layer barrier surrounding Chen Chu. The impenetrable defense left the pursuing demons and aliens hesitant, their faces grim.

Boom!

Another peak Eighth Heavenly Realm alien leader was obliterated by Chen Chu’s halberd. The towering figure, dozens of meters tall, was reduced to nothing but legs, with blood and flesh scattering across the ground.

As the slaughter continued, the blood-red light surrounding Chen Chu grew even more intense, expanding from a hundred meters to over three hundred, and his aura strengthened as well.

This came at the cost of countless destroyed alien fortifications and rivers of vibrant blood flowing across the war-torn land.

This was exactly what Heavenly King Zhenwu and others had expected of Chen Chu. Against someone like him—whose defense, speed, explosive power, stamina, and combat strength were pushed to their limits—opponents of the same level or lower could only despair.

Chen Chu didn’t need to engage in higher-stage battles. His task was to slaughter all same-level enemies, leaving the upper-stage combatants to the old veterans.

Unrestrained, Chen Chu’s rampage shattered countless alien firepower nodes and fortifications across hundreds of kilometers. His relentless onslaught destabilized the equilibrium of Battlefield Three, shifting the tide of war.

"Hahaha! Kill them! Crush those alien scum!"

"Fire the rockets! Launch everything we’ve got!"

"Fourth Squad! Flank them from the side and block their retreat! Don’t let a single one escape!"

At that moment, an enraged roar echoed from above. "Krast! Stop that human, now!"

On the battlefield, the strongest member of the Purgatory Clan was none other than Krast, a late-stage Ninth Demonic Mark demon stationed at the rear.

However, as Krast arrived and saw the blood-drenched figure surrounded by a murderous aura, whose strength had already recovered to thirty percent through slaughter, his expression grew grave.

"Lord Karas," Krast said hesitantly, "I fear I am no match for that human. I suggest we retreat from this battlefield or call upon a demon-king-level powerhouse to suppress him."

The two demon kings in the sky flared with fury, their eyes blazing with rage. They hadn't expected Krast, a supposed top-level Ninth Demonic Mark demon, to be so cowardly.

The human's strength had already dropped below demon-king-level. He couldn’t even manifest his true form, and the destructive power he unleashed was merely that of a late-stage Ninth Demonic Mark.

And yet, Krast dared not take action? They were the proud Purgatory True Demon Clan, unmatched among their peers. Where was his pride as one of their elite?

Facing the furious glares of the demon kings above, Krast could only offer a bitter smile.

In truth, any experienced high-ranking demon who had fought on the front lines would understand that the Purgatory Clan's inherited advantages were far less effective against humans.

Somehow, these humans had obtained a powerful and complete inheritance. While the Purgatory Clan’s soldiers could crush their human counterparts ten-to-one in the Fourth to Sixth Demonic Mark range, this superiority drastically diminished as the humans advanced.

At lower levels, human soldiers had to rely on so-called technology to hold their ground against the main battle legions. Once they broke through to the Seventh Demonic Mark, however, their strength underwent a radical transformation. The gap between them and the Purgatory Clan’s counterparts narrowed significantly.

By the time they reached the Eighth or even the Ninth Demonic Mark, their power became even more formidable, undergoing step-by-step metamorphosis akin to the Purgatory Clan's ascension to higher stages.

This was why Krast hesitated before confronting the human who had dealt a serious blow to someone as powerful as Alexis and summoned a single attack from a mythical colossal beast to annihilate him.

Even if that human appeared weak.