Chapter 1389 - 887: Pseudo-God

In the sky above Asa Capital City, strands of electric currents swiftly formed into a humanoid figure at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye.

Du Yu held the Withered Arrow in his mouth, electric currents swirling beneath his feet, stepping into the air.

Because of the Saint of Flowing Fire’s warning, Du Yu’s flashing position was quite high, about 2000 meters.

But as he looked down on the city below, his face instantly turned grim.

Since this battle began, Du Yu’s sadness had been exhausted, leaving only boundless rage in his heart!

The once-prosperous Asa Empire capital now resembled a purgatory on earth.

Gigantic mud spikes, each hundreds of meters tall, pierced into the already fragmented imperial city at various angles.

The Cold Beast Saint clearly cared little for friend or foe.

Countless of the Human-Beast Alliance Army in the central district were dead or wounded, while even more of the Youhan Army were massacred, reduced to ashes.

This level of output didn’t even require the mud spikes to pierce people’s bodies.

Dense mud spikes filled the city, with terrifying waves of air within enough to pulverize all living beings.

And in the central district, only one corpse remained—Supreme Mud Po!

It was the one previously controlled by the Three Holy Han, but in the sudden ambush, this Supreme being couldn’t escape its kin’s attack.

I ts grand thousand-meter body stood amid the ruins.

From all directions, mud spikes assaulted, piercing the deity, leaving it riddled with wounds and nailed to the spot.

Such a tragic scene would shake anyone’s soul.

It could easily destroy a person’s inner being.

On this "Battlefield of Gods," the Human Race appeared so humble, so small and powerless.

With what could people resist the invasion, or what right did they have to resist?

"Puff!"

Under Du Yu’s gaze, the Supreme Mud Po shattered with a roar, turning into endless cold qi.

Being a Cold Beast, the Supreme Mud Po lacked flesh and blood; once it died, its body would turn into pure energy.

"Hiss..." A soft dragon cry resounded as the Three Holy Han stood on the White Jade Dragon Head, flying to Du Yu’s side.

At this moment, the Cold Beast Demon Saint·White Jade Dragon had shrunk by at least two circles in size.

It was clear that in the previous ambush, the White Jade Dragon likely fragmented into Little Dragon Carp, losing a substantial part of its body, narrowly surviving.

"Boom!"

The Three Holy Han knelt heavily on the White Jade Dragon Head, bowing its head toward Du Yu: "Three Holy Han was incompetent, unable to control the subordinates effectively."

Du Yu placed the Withered Arrow against his chest, the "Twisted Sinew String" of the Divine Demon Bow squirming, binding the arrow.

He sighed, "It’s not your fault."

Even the swift Saint of Flowing Fire and Saint of the Sea of Sorrow were nearly caught, let alone the God Sculpting of Mud Po standing on the ground.

In retrospect, the Three Holy Han and White Jade Dragon escaped, partly due to White Jade Dragon’s high mobility and partly thanks to its life-saving Divine Skill.

But now with the White Jade Dragon’s strength impaired, it’s unclear how much power it retained?

"Cry~~" A crisp bird call pierced through as the Female Sea of Sorrow and Flowing Fire Suanni arrived successively.

On the Patterned Bird Head, Li Mengnan first retracted the Female Sea of Sorrow and landed with Ink Dyeing Pool beside Du Yu.

"Flowing Fire." Du Yu was deeply concerned.

At this moment, the Suanni relied on the Demon Skill·Flowing Fire Wings to fly.

Its original wings wrapped around its body, feathers in disarray, with holes poked through them.

"No harm, just minor wounds." The voice of the Saint of Flowing Fire remained steady and strong, its entire body turned into dense Demon Breath, surging into Du Yu’s body.

Before Du Yu could speak again, Flowing Fire said in a deep voice, "The enemy hasn’t injured me fundamentally. Du Yu, need not worry, please focus on the mission."

Du Yu opened his mouth, hearing the faint words from Ink Dyeing Pool beside him.

Elder Mo returned to a calm state, or perhaps her heart had died: "It seems, indeed, this is a trap set by the Youhan."

They aimed for the Little Friend’s Suanni Saint."

Du Yu’s eyes were somber as he nodded.

The existence of the Flowing Fire Suanni indeed shook the foundations of the Cold Race.

As long as the Flowing Fire roared, it could ward off evils, rendering Youhan Technique ineffective.

To the Youhan Army, the Flowing Fire Suanni naturally couldn’t be left alone!

The Supreme Mud Po in Asa City, placed openly, was obviously to lure responders into rescue.

If the Flowing Fire Suanni didn’t come, the Supreme Mud Po could first destroy the city and hunt down some Human-Beast strongmen rushing to aid.

Like the Great Xia Seven Saints·Ink Dyeing Pool.

As long as the Supreme Mud Po advanced eastward step by step, the Flowing Fire Suanni would inevitably arrive.

You have to come!

Within the strategy lay a conspiracy.

It’s unknown how many Supreme Mud Po lay hidden underground, in places beyond the reach of the Demon Skill·Celestial Auspicious Sounds, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the Flowing Fire Suanni.

Ink Dyeing Pool: "Little Friend, break this game."

"Hmm?"

"The Cold Race wretched creatures couldn’t have expected you to control the Supreme." Ink Dyeing Pool glanced at the Three Holy Han, "This disrupted the Cold Race’s plan."

In fact, it was true; Du Yu always kept the Three Holy Han hidden as his trump card, and indeed, it proved to be remarkably effective.

Otherwise, the Flowing Fire Suanni would likely have engaged in a death struggle with the Supreme Mud Po in Asa City.

As for whether the Suanni’s roar would sever the Female Saint Minister’s control of Mud Po, it didn’t matter.

Even if the Youhan Technique was dispelled, the Supreme Mud Po would still be a Cold Beast.

It would continue its rampage within the city.

The Twin Tree Realm couldn’t allow the Mud Po to act recklessly and would certainly besiege it.

But under the absolute strength of the Mud Po, this battle would inevitably be fierce.

In such a case, the Suanni would surely reveal a flaw.

That moment would be the death of the Flowing Fire Suanni!

The Supreme Mud Po, hidden beneath the surface, had already pronounced the Flowing Fire Suanni’s death sentence, but the appearance of Du Yu and the Three Holy Han changed everything completely.

Unwilling to miss the chance, the Cold Race Saint Minister chose to settle for the second-best option, picking a moment they believed could deliver a lethal blow...

In any case, it was the arrogance of the Cold Race Saint Minister controlling the Mud Po.

If the Youhan Tree were to personally lead the troops, perhaps it would continue to endure in silence?

"Elder Mo, what should we do?" Li Mengnan asked worriedly, looking down at the city below with pity in her eyes.

In the Central City District, countless lives were fading away, and a few were powerless to reverse the situation.

But outside the Central City District, there was still the Human-Beast Alliance Army.

Several units had already begun to retreat, but Li Mengnan truly doubted the army’s ability to escape from the Supreme’s grasp.

Even if they did escape, where could they possibly go?

As long as the Supreme Mud Po exists, it poses a grave threat to the Twin Tree Realm!

If they continue advancing eastward, humans must face them and resolve the threat head-on!

Ink Pool paid no attention to the girl and instead said, "Little Friend Du, focus on cutting down the trees."

"Hmm?"

"The earth is the main battlefield for the Mud Po Divine Sculpture," Ink Pool replied calmly, "As long as they don’t emerge, we have no way to deal with them.

I know that your skills are extraordinary, but infiltrating underground is extremely dangerous, equivalent to courting death.

You have a much more important mission, Little Friend; you must not take risks here."

Li Mengnan: "These Mud Po beings..."

"Wait, we can only wait," Ink Pool spoke in an even tone, "During their slaughter in our realm, they will eventually reveal weaknesses."

For a moment, Yu and Nan remained silent.

The words from Saint Mo were cold and ruthless.

Behind these words lay the deaths of countless beings.

No one knew when the Cold Race Saint Minister or the Supreme Mud Po beneath the ground would expose a weakness.

Moreover, even if they did appear, without Du Yu nearby, the Twin Tree Realm might not be able to deal with these ignoble beasts.

Ink Pool: "If Little Friend could shatter the Cold Wood, perhaps there might be a turning point... hmm?"

Her words halted, and she turned her head toward the lower right.

A sudden spatial rift opened, and two figures emerged from it.

"Ming Master, Elder Langao," Li Mengnan murmured.

Seeing allied reinforcements on the battlefield would usually elicit excitement and joy in the girl, but given the circumstances, Li Mengnan found it hard to feel uplifted.

Feng Wuheng glanced afar, carefully scrutinizing his closed-door disciple. Seeing that the girl was unharmed, he finally relaxed.

Elder Langao, however, maintained a stoic expression, looking at the human purgatory below with indifference.

Like Ink Pool, she seemed unaffected by the sight.

Cold? Numb?

Or truly detached and forgotten?

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The scene below suddenly changed; the ground transformed into a surging Mud Flow River.

The Cold Race Saint Ministers beneath the earth paused briefly to contemplate, seemingly formulating their next plan?

The Mud Flow River flowed eastward.

The billowing mud destroyed everything in its path, engulfing the human civilization governed by the Twin Trees.

No one knew whether the Cold Race, after destroying the entirety of Asa Capital, would return to report or push eastward.

In the surging Mud Flow River, Du Yu saw numerous Mud Po Divine Sculptures.

They lay supine in the Mud Flow River, faces toward the sky, drifting along with the current.

Clearly, these Mud Po beings were the product of the Demon Skill·Mud Statue of All Living Beings.

The Mud Po Divine Sculptures hidden underground were indeed using this demon skill to observe the outside world.

Li Mengnan quickly turned her gaze, looking anxiously eastward.

Was the retreat of the Human-Beast Alliance Army fast enough?

The girl watched the fleeing figures in panic, as if hearing their cries of despair.

Could they escape? Would they be swallowed by the Mud Flow River?

Saint of the Sea of Sorrow: "You shall die."

Li Mengnan’s expression was complex, her lower lip clenched.

Saint of the Sea of Sorrow: "We don’t know how many Mud Po are hidden beneath the ground, nor whether the Human-Beast Alliance Army is another bait.

Child, your heart is kind, but helping others requires safeguarding yourself first. If you approach the surface, you might be ambushed and killed.

You saw, the Mud Po Divine Sculptures in the Mud Flow River are constantly watching us."

Li Mengnan suddenly turned around and threw herself into Du Yu’s arms.

Her face was buried deep in his neck, as if refusing to witness any more.

"Pseudo-God."

Suddenly, a voice laden with authority resounded across the sky.

Elder Langao’s tall, slender body revealed a splendid figure.

An exquisite phoenix crown, magnificently dazzling.

A big red Xiapei spread through the air, lightly dancing.

Supreme·Mud Po Goddess Sculpture!

No,

Her name is Empress Huangtu!

"Xiaoyu." The authoritative voice echoed once more.

Du Yu couldn’t distinguish whether Elder Langao or Empress Huangtu was speaking.

"Elder?" Du Yu, holding the girl, swiftly descended toward the lower right.

"Xiaoyu, would you be willing to lend me a Supreme for use?"

"Alright!" Du Yu immediately agreed, "What plan do you have, Elder? How should I assist you?"

Empress Huangtu pointed downward: "Just summon the Thunder Bull and Suanni."

Du Yu asked confused, "What do you intend to do with them?"

Empress Huangtu, looking down at the Mud Flow River with Mud Po Divine Sculptures, calmly replied,

"A stepping stone."