Chapter 484: The Death of Shicang

"[Lunarflame Shot]!" Fire-attuned genetic energy burst from Sun Mengmeng's body as her body erupted in flames. She pulled her greatbow taut. and only a series of afterimages were visible of her hand as she shot countless arrows of purple flame of her bow. A meteor shower tinted the air purple and gave the valley a phantasmagorical appearance.

The two-headed sura charged forward underneath this field of purple meteors, which burst into flame as they landed on the ground. The valley began to burn; the forces of Renhuang retreated, wary of being caught in the aftermath of the attack.

"[Baptism of Hellfire: Full Moon]!" Sun Mengmeng whirled her daggers all around her as a black moon rose into the air. The two-headed sura's fists fended off the daggers and knocked Sun Mengmeng flying. She landed on the ground as purplish-black flames raged all around her.

With [Flameburst Step], she halted her backward movement and made use of that momentum to pull her bow taut.

"[Netherworld's Gaze]!" A pillar of purplish-black flame flared toward the sky, exploding in mid-air and transforming into a violet moon, which shot down rays of light toward the two-headed sura.

As the sura dodged, it suddenly stomped on the ground, sending a boulder flying like a cannonball. Fortunately, the leader of the rock spirits caught it in time.

"[The Nine Moons of the Underworld]!" Nine more flaming moons appeared in the sky, so bright they eclipsed the sun and dyed the entire land in shades of purple and black. They descended toward the ground. Three locked onto the two-headed sura's trajectory. Two fell in quick succession.

The sura burst one apart with his fists, causing it to explode and covering his body with purplish-black flame. The second moon drew near. The sura attacked again with his other fist, but his body suddenly seemed to shiver.

As the third moon burst apart and enveloped him in a third layer of flame, the sura's body started to char.

As more and more moons descended, the sura tried to fend them off with his hands, but the combination of three moons was so staggering that he was forced to stumble back. When yet another moon struck him, all four burst apart at once, swallowing him up in flame.

"Take this—[Netherworld's Torrential Flame]!" A frightening fan of flames poured out from Sun Mengmeng's bow, an attack far stronger than the purple moon she had summoned.

The flames arced across the air and struck the two-headed sura. As he roared out, a thick layer of charred, zombified skin sloughed off his body. As he waved his arms, he threw a number of zombies as projectiles toward Sun Mengmeng.

The leader of the rock spirits shielded Sun Mengmeng from the sudden and unusual projectiles, but he didn't notice that among them were two elite zombies. One knocked him flying.

"[Lunarflame Shot: Ninefold Phantasmagoria]." Nine purplish-black phoenixes rose around her and shot toward the zombies. They incinerated all the zombies that the two-headed sura threw toward them, forming a sea of flames over the ground. They morphed into a cataclysm of fire as they bombarded the two-headed sura and prevented it from making a move.

"[Lunarflame Shot: Might of the Garuda]!" Purplish-black flames gathered on Sun Mengmeng's bow once again, forming an arrow of pure black. Unlike Moyan's black flames, which devoured all light, Sun Mengmeng's flames radiated darkness instead.

The image of a golden garuda, limned in black, appeared behind her. As she loosed her arrow, it seemed to transform into a beam of light, moving so quickly that it bypassed the constraints of time and space, piercing the sura in the blink of an eye.

The sura simply had no time to react. Even if it did, it wouldn't have been able to dodge amidst a whirlpool of purplish-black flame.

The arrow pierced through the two-headed sura's heart, causing it to burst into flame. Like a gigantic bonfire, the blaze rose into the sky, roaring and crackling, sending a wave of heat all around. The two-headed sura began to scream.

Shicang, who was the core of the two-headed sura, was unable to remain still. He transformed back into a black fog as the zombies melted all around him, their decomposition and degradation inevitable.

Purplish-black flames gathered on Sun Mengmeng's bow once again, forming an arrow forged of fire itself.

"It's over!" Sun Mengmeng shot the arrow straight toward Shicang, piercing the fog with a beam of black light.

Shicang hissed and screamed. In the end, he wasn't a true sura king—without any corpses to command, he would only be a target.

Sun Mengmeng loosed one arrow after another, piercing Shicang's body and sending sparks of fire into the air.

The mist, ignited by the flames, burned to nothing in mid-air. In his black-fog form, Shicang began to scream, his voice turning more and more muted until it vanished entirely.

After his death, the dark clouds that blocked the sun began to dissipate, and a ray of sunlight shone down on Sun Mengmeng and the other forces of Renhuang.

She raised her head and basked in the sudden light. "The battle is over."

The hunters and rock spirits all began to cheer. It had been a long and tiring battle, but in the end, they had succeeded against all odds.

When he received word of Sun Mengmeng's victory, Zhang Lie began to smile. He walked toward an open window and gazed out at the sun.

Meanwhile, under the name of Martial Sage Hong Tianqi, the human reinforcements were getting ready to support Renhuang.

Large groups of hunters from all over set off toward Renhuang. They knew Renhuang's opponents and the overwhelming odds they faced. Never had seven sura kingdoms cooperated to attack a single force, especially not a human-based one!

One sura king alone was sufficient to destroy a human city, let alone seven of them.

And yet, despite their opponents' strength, reinforcements continued to arrive. They believed that, whether or not they could defeat the seven-kingdom coalition, they would at least be able to save Zhang Lie's life...