Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 751: Sun Mengmeng, Again

Behemoth was surprisingly clear-headed in times of crisis. He knew just how frightening the party before him was, and he was certain the Mengtai wouldn't be able to win in a direct confrontation.

All he could count on, then, were the hostages to his back.

His eyes glinting, Behemoth fled toward the draconian sage. He believed that the party was a rescue party for the humans, so they surely wouldn't allow the draconian sage to die. Only by capturing the draconian sage and using him as a hostage would Behemoth have the opportunity to escape with his life.

Although the party was braving the rifts with their bodies alone, even they didn't dare move too quickly. Hindered by the rifts, their mobility would surely decrease. Behemoth's only opportunity was now: once the party emerged from the rifts, he would surely die.

Following behind Behemoth were the rest of the Mengtai warriors. The aliens looked at each other, then the fleeing Mengtai, before shivering and joining the Mengtai ranks.

The humans shouted to each other, "Hold on! If we can buy enough time for Zhang Lie to pass through the rifts, he'll surely destroy these invaders!"

The draconians, understanding the severity of the situation, immediately tried to protect the wounded sage.

"Scram!" Behemoth roared, swiping his claws.

Three arrows, brimming with purple flame, flew toward Behemoth and exploded once they came in contact with his body, producing three fiery bursts. Three burns marred Behemoth's flesh, impeding his forward advance.

Zhang Lie blinked. Those three arrows with purple flame—he saw a young woman standing atop a portion of the wall that was still upright. She pointed her greatbow at the sky, dyeing the clouds with tints of purple and red.

Countless arrows of purple flame shot out of her bow like a meteor shower that tinted the air purple and gave the battlefield a phantasmagorical appearance. The air turned dry and arid, as though a cataclysm was nigh.

Under the brilliant purple sky, the Mengtai fighters and other aliens began to burn, drowned in a sea of purple flame.

As he glanced at the woman on the wall, Zhang Lie couldn't help but smile. Her exquisite features shone in the firelight, her hair like burning flames. The woman who carried a garuda bow was looking at Zhang Lie, who had just emerged from the spatial rift, and smiling radiantly.

Behemoth stumbled back. "Just who are you?"

He was shocked. No human had ever managed to force him back in a direct confrontation. The only one who had ever had a fighting chance against him was the draconian sage. Where had this woman come from?

"I'm Sun Mengmeng, from Team Zenith!"

Behemoth had never heard of this name.

Sun Mengmeng cast [Black Sun], forming a corona of purplish-black flame around her. She activated her most impactful soulshards for battle, transforming from a young woman to a fierce warrior with a chitinous carapace, wreathed in black flame. Her flames were so intense that they were burning even the stone at her feet, causing it to turn red.

The wall was made of specially reinforced stone resistant to penetration and to changes in temperature, so the fact that the flames surrounding Sun Mengmeng were able to heat up that stone shocked even the draconian sage himself.

Sun Mengmeng's eyes flashed red as her anger reached a crescendo. It melted into her flames, and she drew her bow taut. Black flame surged from either end of the bow, and the flames around Sun Mengmeng's body grew even taller and hotter.

Zhang Lie smiled. "You've truly grown, Sun Mengmeng. You can harness your emotions to fuel your strength now."

He hadn't expected the members of Team Zenith to ascend so quickly, but since she was here, the other members of Team Zenith had to be, too.

In that case, Zhang Lie had nothing to worry about.

"[Netherworld's Gaze]!" Hundreds of arrows, like beams of moonlight, shot toward Behemoth. Their flames felt as though they could destroy everything they touched.

The arrows struck Behemoth, who had just leaped upwards, and the black flames burst in a splendid explosion in mid-air, successfully blocking Behemoth's attack.

Zhang Lie nodded in satisfaction.

Sun Mengmeng had likely only ascended recently, with few gene fragments to her name. As far as he could tell, she was only considered a peak-grade lifeform, but that didn't mean Sun Mengmeng was weak.

Even ignoring the boost that her limit fragments gave her, the very fact that she had maxed out all her disaster gene fragments in the second realm meant that she was at least as strong as Behemoth, if not more so.

Zhang Lie expected that the current Sun Mengmeng already boasted the ability to kill a disaster-grade lifeform.

Xing Ying and the others, who had just walked out of the spatial rift, asked, "Zhang Lie, what should we do?"

"Clean up the battlefield. There's no need to worry about the invaders."

Indeed, the invaders weren't strong enough to be considered opponents—that was why Zhang Lie hadn't said "defeat the enemies".

There were fewer than fifty people in Zhang Lie's party, but all of them were warlord-level fighters. To them, the battle in front of them could hardly be considered a battle. The only fighter who could even pose the slightest semblance of a threat was Behemoth, no one else.

Zhang Lie had commanded them to ignore him, and they would listen to Zhang Lie's command.

"Yes, Zhang Lie!" the warlords replied, then shot into the battlefield, easily dealing with the Mengtai and the other aliens.

Meanwhile, Zhang Lie folded his arms and watched Sun Mengmeng fight against Behemoth, wanting to see how much she had advanced in the meantime.

"[The Nine Moons of the Underworld]!" Nine flaming moons appeared in the sky. The black moons overshadowed the sun's radiance and fell from the sky one by one toward Behemoth's body, each a meteor.

Behemoth roared and swiped at the moons, clawing them all apart and causing them to burst in an explosion of black flame. The flames fed on Behemoth's genetic energy and fur, causing him to scream in pain...