Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The alien alliance pressed towards the Wan Dao Domain, and the roars of billions of their followers shattered the sky.

Faced with this scene, the tens of thousands of elite troops of the Wasteland God Realm appeared weak.

The Fire Spirits were the first to react.

Several thousand Fire Spirit Kings hovered above the Origin Fire Sea.

The heat of their flames was forcibly suppressed, causing the fire cores to buzz.

Lin Yuan's divine decree explicitly instructed them to withdraw their power and protect the blessed land below.

Large-scale fire-based cleansing is no longer an option.

The Fire Spirit Kings communicated quickly through their mental link. A few seconds later, they reached a consensus: engage in melee combat.

boom!

Thousands of fire spirit kings, each a thousand meters tall, simultaneously abandoned their humanoid forms.

They formed clusters of pure, multifaceted karmic fire, violently colliding and merging in mid-air.

Countless multi-dimensional flames intertwined, forming a vortex of fire.

At the center of the vortex, a suffocating atmosphere surged.

The barriers to the epic peak have crumbled.

Half a Legend!

The aura continued to rise, approaching that elusive legendary level.

The surrounding space could not withstand this force and made a cracking sound.

Spatial rifts spread around the vortex of flames.

The legendary shackles manifested in the void, transforming into invisible chains that tightly bound the vortex of flames.

The vortex of flames struggled violently, trying to break free of its shackles.

Despite more than a dozen attempts, the barrier of the legendary rank remained intact.

Finally, the vortex of fire stopped its impact.

His aura subsided, settling steadily at the peak of the half-step legendary level.

The whirlpool dissipated.

A terrifying being, ten thousand meters tall, stood in the void.

Lord of Calamity and Fire!

Its body is composed of multi-dimensional karmic fire condensed to the extreme.

A massive halo of multi-dimensional karmic fire annihilation floated behind him, slowly rotating and radiating waves of destruction.

Sixteen thick arms grew from both sides of its torso.

In each palm, there was a giant weapon formed from the condensation of multiple karmic fires.

Thunder Hammer, Frost Spear, Spatial Blade, Metal Axe, Bloodbone Whip, War Broadsword...

The Calamity Fire Spirit twisted its neck, producing a booming sound.

Although it failed to break through to the legendary level, its state of integrating the power of thousands of kings into one far surpasses that of an ordinary half-step legendary.

It is even more powerful than the tyrant who has not yet revealed his true form.

Lin Yuan stood in the center of the Origin Fire Sea, looking at the Calamity Fire Spirit Lord who was ten thousand meters tall.

He stroked his chin, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

The barrier of the legendary level is indeed ridiculously hard.

The Calamity Fire Spirit Lord gathers the power of thousands of epic peak fire spirit kings.

Even so, it was still impossible to forcibly cross that insurmountable barrier.

However, Lin Yuan was very satisfied with the current state of the Calamity Fire Spirit Lord.

By compressing wide-area spells into melee basic attacks, these fire spirits are starting to think more and more like freaks.

Melee combat is indeed easier to control than setting fire to a mountain.

Now we don't have to worry about the blessed land below being burned to ashes.

Ten thousand kilometers away, the three deities Youfeng, Jialou, and Fengling simultaneously looked at the ten-thousand-meter-tall Calamity Fire Spirit Lord.

Garuda's six wings trembled, and its voice was filled with undisguised terror.

"Merge? These elemental creatures can actually merge?"

Feng Ling was so frightened that she retreated repeatedly, pointing at the Calamity Fire Spirit Lord and stammering.

"Brother Youfeng, this...this aura is almost at the threshold of a true god!"

"How are we supposed to fight? Or... should we retreat?"

You Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fiercely at the two of them.

"Retreat? Where to retreat to!"

You Feng raised his hand and slapped Feng Ling across the face.

Snapped!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the air.

Feng Ling was spun around in the air several times by the fan, and half of her face was swollen.

Garuda was so frightened that he fell silent and dared not utter another sound.

You Feng pointed at the two men's noses and started cursing.

"You two pieces of trash! Show some backbone! Always so easily frightened, you're disrupting morale. I'll chop you up alive first!"

You Feng's chest heaved, his eyes filled with disdain.

"No wonder your Winged Race has always been second-rate among the myriad races of the cosmos, getting completely crushed by those white bird-men of the Angel God Race!"

"They have no backbone at all; they deserve to be bullied like dogs!"

"If you utter another word in my ear, I'll throw you all down and slaughter you right now!"

Upon hearing the words "Angel God Race," Garuda and Feng Ling's expressions turned grim.

This is the Achilles' heel of the entire Winged Clan.

The Winged Race and the Angel Gods both belong to the winged deities.

But the Angels are high above, ruling over countless star systems, while the Winged Race can only survive in the cracks.

By exposing this wound in person, You Feng was undoubtedly trampling on their dignity.

Garuda clenched his fist, his nails piercing his palm.

Feng Ling covered her swollen cheek, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.

But they dared not refute it.

You Feng didn't care about the feelings of the two men at all. He turned around and looked back at the battlefield.

He had it all planned out perfectly in his mind.

The divine crystals have all been burned.

All of their relatives have been pulled out of the divine realm.

Now that they want to run away, they can't possibly bring their families back.

A deity who has lost his kin is a lamb to the slaughter in the blood pact arena.

If those two good-for-nothings dare to stab me in the back, You Feng swears that he will drag them down with him before he dies.

"Keep a close eye on them!" You Feng gritted his teeth.

"No matter how strong that monster is, there's only one! We have billions of troops! We can overwhelm it!"

In the center of the battlefield.

The Calamity Fire Spirit Lord charged directly into the camp of the alien alliance.

Sixteen arms swung simultaneously.

The thunder hammer struck, and lightning and fire wiped out the wind and thunder birds within a radius of tens of thousands of meters.

The extreme cold spear swept across, freezing the space at absolute zero.

A giant axe of metal and stone cleaved the earth, and a long whip of blood and bone shattered the void.

Every time the Lord of Calamity Fire swings his weapon, he takes the lives of hundreds of thousands of alien beings.

The multi-dimensional annihilation halo behind it slowly rotated, and the corpses of the slain relatives were all absorbed into the halo.

It is converted into pure energy to replenish the Fire Spirit Lord's energy consumption.

The Blazing Sun Chariot crashed into the Fire Spirit Lord's calf, only to be crushed into scrap metal by the Fire Spirit Lord's foot.

The divine spell chanted by the Eight-Winged Sun Priest landed on the Fire Spirit Lord, but not a single spark was ignited.

The Void Lord's arm blade struck the Fire Spirit Lord's body, instantly melting into molten iron from the multi-dimensional karmic fire.

The Lord of Calamity Fire is like a ruthless war machine, rampaging through billions of troops, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake.

The Fire Spirit Lord's actions provoked the Tyrant beside him.

The tyrant stared wide-eyed with dark gold, white breath billowing from his nostrils.

The limelight has been stolen by these people who play with fire!

"roar!"

The tyrant roared to the sky, his dark gold blood boiling to its limit.

The true form has been revealed!

The tyrant's body swelled in the wind, instantly breaking through the kilometer limit, and raced forward at breakneck speed.

Five thousand meters, eight thousand meters, ten thousand meters...

Finally, a dark gold demon god, standing 50,000 meters tall, stood between heaven and earth.

It is nearly three times higher than the Calamity Fire Spirit Lord.

At the tyrant's neck, flesh writhed and three more hideous heads grew.

The four heads looked in the four directions—east, south, west, and north—their eyes burning with a pure desire for destruction.

Its ribs were torn apart, and fourteen thick arms burst forth from its body.

Four heads and sixteen arms!

This is the strongest combat form that the Tyrant can currently achieve.

Faced with the overwhelming influx of alien relatives, the tyrant neither conjured any liquid gold weapons nor used any laws of power.

It chooses the most primitive, savage, and violent fighting methods.

Pure hand-to-hand combat! Pure sheer power!

The tyrant strode forward and charged directly into the enemy ranks.

Sixteen arms clenched into fists, like twelve battering rams, pounding forward.

boom!

With a single punch, the space in front of him was shattered.

Countless shadow goblins and soul-devouring spiders were reduced to dust by the force of the punch.

boom! boom! boom!

The tyrant's fists blurred into afterimages, relentlessly unleashing power like a pile driver.

Platinum, Diamond, and Extraordinary level servants are all the same before the Tyrant's iron fist.

Everything was blasted into the finest ash.

Only elites of epic rank or higher can barely retain their flesh and blood in the force of the punches.

But it was just a lump of rotten flesh.

An epic-level Nether Bone Dragon roared as it charged toward the Tyrant.

The tyrant reached out with both of his large hands and grabbed the bone dragon's upper and lower jaws.

Tear it open with force.

Click!

The thousand-meter-long Nether Bone Dragon was torn in two by the Tyrant, and its ghostly blue soul fire was swallowed whole by the Tyrant.

Several six-winged wind and thunder commanders brandished their thunderous heavy swords, attempting to leave wounds on the tyrant.

The tyrant slapped them so hard they were turned into mincemeat.

Every punch lands squarely.

The ultimate in violent aesthetics.

The tyrant rampaged through the enemy ranks, swinging his twelve arms in wide arcs.

It needs no defense; its dark golden liquid metal body can ignore all attacks.

It only focuses on attacking.

One punch shatters a mountain of flesh, one stomp flattens a sea of ​​bones.

The tyrant's brutality tore a huge hole in the formation of the alien alliance.

This scene greatly inspired the elite demon warriors in the rear.

Thousands of tyrannical demons were filled with excitement as they watched their leader's invincible figure.

"Our leader is awesome!"

The four-headed, eight-armed tyrants pounded their chests in excitement, finding their leader's fighting style absolutely exhilarating.

They don't use any fancy rules; they just rely on brute force to smash their enemies into a pulp, punch after punch.

This is the romance that the Demon Clan should have!

Roar!

The four-headed, eight-armed demons roared in unison and revealed their true forms.

Although they are only about 10,000 meters tall, they look like chibi-style demons in front of the tyrant, but they still exude a terrifying aura.

Thousands of chibi-style demons charged into the enemy ranks.

They imitated the tyrant, abandoning their weapons and swinging their eight arms to bombard the enemy with all their might.

Bang bang bang!

The dense force of the punches formed a deathly curtain.

The foreign tribes' relatives fell in droves, their blood raining down like a storm.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Berserker faction.

The four-headed, two-armed tyrant looked at his companions' savage fighting style with deep contempt in his eyes.

They are the "wise ones" among the demon race.

They pursue efficiency, value skill, and like to concentrate their power in one point for a burst of energy.

In their view, this fighting style of abandoning weapons and relying solely on fists to smash things is a pure waste of energy and has no aesthetic appeal whatsoever.

"vulgar."

A four-headed, two-armed demon leader snorted coldly.

It prefers to condense liquid gold into sharp longswords, severing the enemy's head cleanly and swiftly.

However, it turned its head and glanced at the tyrant who was wreaking havoc in front of it.

The tyrant's four heads were occasionally turning back to scan the battlefield.

The four-headed, two-armed demon leader shivered.

The leader is already leading the hand-to-hand combat, so what about the underlings?

If you pull out a weapon and try to use tricks at this time, the boss will definitely see it as a provocation.

Once the battle is over, the boss will definitely settle accounts with them.

"Damn it, I'll give it my all."

The four-headed, two-armed demon leader gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"Everyone, put away your weapons and smash with your fists!"

The four-headed, two-armed tyrants sighed helplessly.

They could only sheathe their liquid gold swords and reveal their true forms, which were two thousand meters tall.

Although it only has two arms, these two arms are much thicker and stronger than those of other monsters.

They charged into the enemy ranks, waving their arms and engaging in close-quarters combat.

boom!

With a single punch, he pierced straight through the chest of a Nightmare Spirit.

They all thought this way of fighting was stupid, but when their fists actually smashed the enemy's bones and they felt the warm blood splatter on their faces...

The four-headed, two-armed tyrants suddenly felt a strange sense of pleasure.

It seems... it really is quite enjoyable.

As a result, the entire demon faction descended into a frenzied melee.

Thousands of pile drivers operated on the battlefield, turning the formation of the alien coalition forces upside down.