Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 552 - 535: Demi-King

Gray Plateau.

Tens of thousands of Two-headed Giants raised their arms and shouted.

In front of them, countless monster corpses piled into small hills, and blood flowed down the altar into the blood pool.

The Two-headed Giants queued up, walked to the edge of the blood pool, and dipped in the blood to smear on their faces.

"Our race is invincible!"

They roared and charged in formation.

As soon as they left the plateau, they encountered a troop of Giant Thorn Tree-men.

Without orders, without negotiations, without hesitation, the two armies collided.

Poisonous Beast Mountain Range.

Beasts with rotting skin, oozing pus all over their bodies, gathered. They were as large as elephants, shaped like tigers, with long snake-like tails.

Slowly, they emitted toxic fog from their bodies.

Tens of thousands of toxic beasts connected their poisonous fog together.

"Awoo..."

The massive toxic fog, like a tsunami, surged out of the Poisonous Beast Mountain Range.

The toxic fog tsunami traveled hundreds of kilometers, encountering a group of multi-colored Water Spirit Tribe.

"Awoo..."

Both sides roared and charged at each other.

Flesh Hive.

A three-hundred-meter-tall mountain of flesh writhed.

Underneath the mountain of flesh, countless wolf bees formed a swarm, carrying the Flesh Hive slowly forward.

The wolf bees were a meter long, resembling small wild wolves, densely covering an area for kilometers, numbering in the millions.

In mid-air, butterfly-winged bee-butterflies fluttered beautifully, hiding their madness beneath their stunning appearance.

After a day’s journey, the Flesh Hive suddenly shook violently.

Densely packed blue tentacles emerged from the depths of the ground, grabbing the wolf bees and dragging them underground.

The Flesh Hive let out a shrill scream, and the demonic bees frantically dug the earth, attacking the subterranean octopuses hiding below.

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In many other places, more groups emerged from their original habitats.

Some rarely seen small tribe’s monsters also emerged from their secluded places.

These small tribes, numbering as few as three to five, at most twenty to thirty.

But each bore a unique aura.

Descendants of the Starry Sky Bloodline.

Skeleton Giant Beasts, Multi-eyed Serpent, Headless Blood Flesh Angels, Fortress Dragons, Crystal Elves, Magma River Kings...

From high above, the Great Battlefield seemed like a blood and flesh millstone, producing one slaughterhouse after another.

The edge of the dark, eerie forest.

Zhou Leng led the group, quickly turning inside, occasionally glancing back.

He thought only cowards inhabited this place, but unexpectedly encountered the Shadow King Tribe.

The number of these monsters was few, but all were made of shadows.

Ordinary power was ineffective against them, and they were skilled at hiding, yet possessed a strange cutting force.

Relying on the Demon Spirit Master’s radiant spell, Zhou Leng, although covered in lacerations, managed to kill one, intimidating them.

After escaping the dark forest, as light fell, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The dark forest held a mysterious night barrier; it was the realm of the Shadow King Tribe.

Zhou Leng let the others go ahead, leaving some Demon Spirit Masters, standing outside the dark forest, gesturing at the constantly shifting, several-meter-long black shadows inside the forest.

"I know you understand, come out, let’s fight again."

Huge black shadows writhed within the forest.

Suddenly, a shadow swam like a great ribbon fish, like a thin black satin, silently flying over.

Zhou Leng focused his eyes, sharply noticing this large shadow moved slightly slower than in the dark forest.

As the shadow approached, Zhou Leng lunged forward, swinging his arms, channeling True Qi, using entangling force.

His arms moved chaotically like flipping flowers.

The Shadow King was like a black cloth, entangled by Zhou Leng’s arms and True Qi, struggling desperately.

The Shadow King’s body was incredibly terrifying, seemingly ignoring the Taiqing Sea Robe and True Qi barrier, easily slashing through skin, revealing clear wounds.

The speed of healing these wounds was painfully slow, covered in blood, yet the blood never overflowed.

After capturing the shadow, the distant Demon Spirit Masters immediately released countless light element illuminating spheres.

The shadow-like black cloth was enveloped by the mass of light, its wriggling slowed, becoming slower and slower, constantly curling up.

Finally, it curled into a small black ball.

Slowly, the black surface of the small ball cracked, dissipating, transforming into a white crystal, with shadows swirling inside.

Zhou Leng pocketed the second Shadow King Crystal, waved at the dark forest, and quickly departed.

The Demon Spirit Masters had said, each Shadow King Crystal was worth at least a billion.

Twenty billion in hand.

"Move!"

Zhou Leng led the Demon Spirit Masters away, the Shadow Kings squirmed frantically within but dared not leave.

The team hadn’t traveled far when they were approached by a dozen enormous black tornadoes, each hundreds of meters tall.

"It’s Storm Dragons, change direction immediately!"

Everyone hurriedly left, while Zhou Leng quietly sneaked towards the Storm Dragons, climbing a large tree, watching from amidst the leaves.

The black tornadoes twisted and churned, and inside each, a strange dragon-like creature hovered, about twenty meters long.

They seemed to be composed of gray-white dense clouds, with thunder and lightning flashing inside, powerful energy overflowing, forming black tornadoes.

This is one of the most powerful dragon races on the Great Battlefield, incredibly powerful compared to the likes of the Gold, Silver, and Red Dragons.

Starry Sky Bloodline, Star Dragon lineage.

Zhou Leng squinted, sensing their power.

Very strong, far surpassing the Undying Knight, some even exceed the Deep Dark Fury.

But somehow they are all at the Great Innate level.

Semi-royalty of their kind.

In the high-level civilizations recorded in the Divine Script Ruins, this kind of race is the backbone of starry life, crushing all elementary and intermediate civilizations.

Revered as semi-royalty in the universe.

Zhou Leng pondered for a long time and decided to give up. These dozen storm dragons together would make the Stone Giant Grandmaster flee in panic.

Just then, a crimson glow in his eyes churned, with the golden cross star shining and blood mist swirling.

The residual aura of three Divine Spirits simultaneously erupted.

Zhou Leng’s eyes were blood-red, and True Qi surged throughout his body. The Taiqing Sea Robe covered his body, with intense True Qi radiating outward.

Leaves were blown away.

All thirteen storm dragons turned their heads to look.

"Damn it..." Zhou Leng cursed inwardly.

Most storm dragons, seeing him as just an outsider Trial Taker and not like a high-level race, ignored him.

Only one storm dragon, surrounded by exploding lightning, thundered over at supersonic speed.

Not yet a Grandmaster, but already supersonic.

The black tornado around that storm dragon dissipated, transforming into a thundercloud dragon made of white clouds and lightning, charging straight at him.

Seeing that the opponent had no intention of besieging, Zhou Leng realized this was a more rational high-level race.

Worth a fight!

"Come on!" Zhou Leng said, reciting a runic Divine Text directly and charged forward.

The storm dragon was taken aback, then laughed loudly and opened its mouth, releasing a bolt of lightning.

The speed of the lightning far surpassed the reaction limit of an Innate Martial Artist. Zhou Leng only saw a flash before a three-meter-long lightning bolt struck his head.

Zhou Leng’s vision went dark, his body lost control, and he fell from mid-air, his hair standing on end and smoking.

Currents ran rampant throughout his body, and even the strong Taiqing Sea Robe cracked everywhere.

The other storm dragons initially paid no mind, but hearing an Elementary Civilization’s Trial Taker speak a passable Divine Text, they were stunned.

Even though they were descendants of a high-level civilization and had Divine Text heritage, their level was no better than his.

They watched the battle while chatting amongst themselves.

The storm dragon saw Zhou Leng fall, raised its lightning-lit claw, and struck down fiercely.

Just as it was about to hit his face, Zhou Leng suddenly opened his eyes.

Arching his back like a bow, his legs curled, his body slightly sunk into the ground, and then he bounced back with force.

His legs curled to the extreme, then pushed out with full strength.

A rabbit leaps upon an eagle.

A very simple martial art move, but when Zhou Leng performed it, it was like a thunderclap, like a startled dragon.

Even though the storm dragon was prepared, Zhou Leng came too fast and kicked it squarely in the chest.

"Ah..." The storm dragon howled in pain, its massive body catapulted into the sky, electricity spraying all over, as if bleeding, with multiple cloud body fissures.

The other storm dragons watching were shocked; this strike was no weaker than their own attacks.

A storm dragon, not inferior to Deep Dark Fury, growled and rushed over.

Zhou Leng engaged in battle with the new storm dragon.

They exchanged blows, evenly matched.

As he fought, Zhou Leng unconsciously used some Dragon God’s combat techniques.

The watching storm dragons initially didn’t care, but soon noticed a lot of Dragon God’s combat techniques and began whispering and roaring.

Soon, the storm dragon fighting Zhou Leng seemed to curse and retreat, flying away with the other storm dragons to the distance.

Watching the storm dragons retreat, Zhou Leng sighed, realizing there are always stronger ones.

In fact, the storm dragon’s hard strength wasn’t particularly strong, and he originally had a chance to win.

But their control of lightning and ability to fly indefinitely placed them in an invincible position.

The lightning of Demon Spirit Masters or demonic arts, like a spell, has limited power.

The lightning summoned by storm dragons far exceeded the level of casters of this caliber.

He touched his head, having taken at least fifty strikes, and it had blasted him bald.

After regrouping with the others, Zhou Leng warned them to be careful and set off again.

Along the way, battle opportunities were fewer than before.

Occasionally, they would encounter thousands of demon monster armies, but no matter how bold, Zhou Leng would never charge into them.

Occasionally, they would encounter scattered Starry Sky Bloodline descendants. If singled out, naturally not feared, but they always came in groups, so he had to avoid them.

In one whole day, they only killed over three hundred Great Innates.

The least efficient day.

Conversely, their logistics team expanded to 127 members, even including some native species of the Great Battlefield, not knowing how the Trial Takers got involved with them.

At night, Zhou Leng regrouped with the team, and everyone gathered to discuss.

Came to a unanimous conclusion: this chaotic trial was more dangerous than any before.

Previous trials rarely encountered so many super-strong species.

Now, they encountered more in one day than in an entire trial before.

Late at night, Zhou Leng, exhausted from the day, fell asleep.

In a daze, the ground shook, and alarm sounds were ear-piercing.

Zhou Leng jumped up, dashed out of the tent, glanced around, and felt a chill down his spine.

Three giant serpents, over thirty meters long, were positioned in three directions around the camp.

One swallowed an Innate Martial Artist whole, another coiled around one, squeezing them into meat paste, while the third’s throat swelled slightly, with the bulge slowly sliding down.