Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 788: The Woolly Mammoths

Burning all his vitality, the greenskin king exuded a purple aura of such radiance that he seemed almost to turn into a sun himself. Purple clouds gathered in the sky and surrounded the king as he released his most devastating blow.

The will of the world imbued the king's axe as a purple pillar of light arose out of the king's body.

A small world appeared above the blade of the axe, a manifestation of the greenskin world itself. As the greenskin king's axe struck the ground, it felt as though the entire world was falling.

The battlefield shook and quaked as the full might of the world fell on one and all.

Sun Xiaowu was certain that this blow was stronger than the strongest blow the warlords at the top of the rankings could produce. Even they might succumb to its might, but Sun Xiaowu had nothing to fear.

The golden qilin rushed into the air, its body glowing white. It smashed against the greenskin king's axe, causing even more cracks to appear and propagate above the skies.

The world quaked again. A chasm leading to the abyss appeared on the battlefield as the ground split and cracked.

Many a greenskin fighter, observing the cataclysm without paying heed to their surroundings, fell into the cracks that sprouted up around the chasm.

The entire world seemed poised to split apart—and, indeed, the world in miniature that had manifested above the axe did.

Golden light clashed with the king's purple aura in a devastating explosion, causing the ground to split even further. Rubble flew through the air as a shower of light descended on the entire battlefield, annihilating the weaker greenskins and sending the greenskins' defensive wall tumbling down.

Pieces of the cracked world fell to the ground like meteors, causing explosions to ring out again and again on the battlefield.

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The greenskin king himself was sent flying. He smashed into the cracked wall in an impact so severe it spawned a huge gust of wind. His body, bruised and battered, had suffered heavy injuries. He was bleeding profusely from his head, and half the bones in his body had been pulverized.

The strength of his axe, bolstered by the proof of kingship, was able to deflect what would otherwise have been a deadly blow—but he was still severely hurt in its aftermath.

Sun Xiaowu, protected by his [Adamantine Aegis], was hardly affected by the impact.

The battlefield had turned into a mess. Gold and purple light had ravaged it completely, leaving only a scant few greenskin survivors.

The greenskins' famed defensive wall had gone tumbling down.

As the destruction of space grew more and more intense, a spatial rift spawned on the battlefield, wrecking the surroundings further. The greenskins were unable to defend against its onslaught.

Sun Xiaowu stepped across the shattered battlefield and toward the ruins of the greenskin walls.

By then, the greenskin king had sat upright. "Are you here to claim my life?"

Sun Xiaowu was silent.

The greenskin king raised his head to the sky and howled in bitter laughter. "To have lost to such a strong hunter as you—well, my life was worth something, after all. You must be the strongest human around, aren't you?"

Sun Xiaowu thought about the king's words for a moment. "No, I don't amount to much."

Sun Xiaowu wasn't lying. He might have been among the strongest hunters of the third realm, but in comparison to the whole of humanity, to the strongest human hunters in the fourth and even higher realms, he really was nothing much.

The greenskin king laughed at himself again, regret welling up in his eyes. "And here I thought I could easily destroy you humans... I've truly made a gross mistake."

The greenskin king seemed to be misunderstanding something. He believed that the humans had been hiding their full strength all along. Only when forced to reveal their hand by the combined assault of the alien races did they finally show off their might.

However, the greenskin king's misunderstandings meant nothing now. After all, he had lost this battle completely.

"I hope you'll at least leave some of the greenskins alive for future generations."

Sun Xiaowu shook his head. "I can't promise that, but I'll do my best."

"Have the proof of kingship, then."

The greenskin king tossed him his axe, then slapped his palms against the ground and rocketed toward Sun Xiaowu.

Sun Xiaowu caught the axe in one hand and the greenskin king's head in the other. He told the king, "If you want to die like your fighters, I'll grant your wish."

"Please," the king replied, closing his eyes, finally at peace.

Sun Xiaowu tossed the king high into the air, then decapitated him with a swing of the axe. He stowed the king's head, hefted the axe that was the proof of kingship over his shoulder, then turned to leave. "A warrior ought to be respected. I'll leave the rest of the greenskins alive—at worst, I'll get a scolding from Zhang Lie."

Another battlefield shone with evanescent light.

"[Light Dragon's Remnants]!" Li Feng marshaled his genetic energy into the form of a large number of white dragons,

Unlike Sun Xiaowu and Yang Ze, Li Feng had yet to secure an overwhelming one-sided victory. His opponents were what seemed like woolly mammoths, each over five meters tall and built like small mountains.

The largest among them was a mammoth with silvery-white fur, over eight meters tall. The lumbering titans were poised to take down the draconians' walls.

Fortunately, their numbers were far smaller compared to those of the greenskins and bearmen. There were only a thousand of the mammoths in all, but that didn't make their forces any easier to deal with. Li Feng had developed a splitting headache trying to fight them.

Each mammoth was clad in thick, heavy armor. According to the information provided by the humans and draconians, the armor was made of froststeel, which was extraordinarily tough. Given the mammoths' already hardy constitutions, they became nothing less than walking tanks.

The mammoths charged together in a row, making use of their thick armor and sturdy bodies to weather whatever attacks came their way. They even boasted tower shields that were three meters tall and one meter thick.

As Li Feng's white dragons attacked their shields, the sound of metallic impacts could be heard from afar. The shields caved in, but whenever a mammoth in front seemed about to fall, that mammoth would be replaced by another one behind him.

Li Feng frowned. "These foes are far harder to deal with than anything I've encountered to date."

Previously, Li Feng had only handled a ragtag frontline composed of foot soldiers like the bearmen and greenskins, along with various members of other races. The mammoths seemed like a true battalion.

"If only these shields were gone!"

Beside him, human guards shot out volley after volley of arrows at the mammoth troops. The arrows, despite being infused with genetic energy, were unable to penetrate the mammoths' shields. The guards informed Li Feng, "Actually, the phalanx formation the mammoths are using were imparted to them by us."

"You!" Li Feng cried out.

One of the other guards hastily explained, "The mammoths were one of the more friendly races to us, and there was open trade between us, the draconians, and the mammoths."

One of the mammoths grabbed a hold of a large boulder with its trunk, then tossed it toward the wall in a wide arc. It smashed against the reinforced stone like a meteor, and the impact was so great that a patch of the wall broke free and fell to the ground.

Li Feng's mouth twitched. "Friendly, you say?"

If this were considered friendly, Li Feng didn't want to imagine just how much worse some races could get...