Tyrant Mountains.
Lu Jun chuckled softly. "That's indeed a good plan, but I choose to slaughter all these Windflame Thunder Griffins. If the Mountain Giants dare come, restore my magic energy for me and I'll find a way to slay them too."
As his words fell, Asharuiya stared in disbelief, thinking she had misheard. "What? You're refusing?!"
Her expression chilled. "You're overestimating yourself, trying to sweep through the Tyrant Mountains? Don't drag me into your death wish."
Hearing that, Lu Jun wasn't angry. He replied gently, "Miss Ye, back in the Ancient Capital, I was already capable of annihilating the Ghost General Legion. After three days, a man can be completely different."
With his current cultivation, he couldn't claim such power before the Inca Empire, but after countless battles and tempered growth, his strength had climbed rapidly—six elements at High-Tier Level Two and above—enough to crush the Tyrant Mountains.
Lu Jun had long set his sights on the soul essences of the Windflame Thunder Griffins tribe.
Asharuiya heart trembled. She recalled the intelligence reports about this man in Egypt—could it be true that he had slain the quasi-Monarch Dark Sword Master alone?
Still, she hesitated and said, "My Dark Sword Master hasn't reached its complete form. It can only restrain one Commander-level creature. Even if I risk my life, I can at most stall two Commanders. The remaining Windflame Thunder Griffins—plus the Mountain Giants who could descend at any moment—can you really handle them all by yourself?"
"I can."
Lu Jun's tone was calm yet domineering. Without another word, he stepped toward the cliff's edge. As he walked, he drew out constellations, summoning two mighty creatures.
Chime! Neigh!
First, torrents of water gathered in the air, white and black starlight condensing into a graceful figure who spoke in a soft, melodious tone. At the same time, an enormous, intricate black-violet magic array formed beneath the ground. Dark mist mixed with arcs of lightning surged like a thunderstorm as a proud, fierce beast strode out.
Holy Spirit of the Mermaid! Night Thunder Dream Beast!
Both were Commander-level creatures. Especially the latter—it could single-handedly restrain the Windflame Thunder Griffins leader and even assassinate it given the right moment.
But that wasn't all. Lu Jun's eyes, one black-red and the other moon-white, began to glow. He rapidly drew the constellations of the Curse and Summoning Elements, his vast magic energy surging forth.
Blood Abyss – Nether Ghost Tribunal – Heaven and Earth Ghost Fiends!
Spirit Carving – Gate of Beast Tide – Windflame Thunder Griffins!
Woooooo! The underworld cracked open, and two towering black-and-white ghostly shadows crawled forth. With High-Tier Level 2 Curse magic, the Earth Ghost Fiend and Heaven Ghost Fiend had evolved dramatically—each now wielding their own cursed weapon.
The female ghost in white held a massive, earthen-golden spiked mace covered in jagged thorns, while the male ghost in black was wrapped in bluish-black chains, gripping a scythe and a hook on either end.
Originally, both Ghost Fiends merely had Commander-level strength. But now, empowered by Sixth Realm spiritual strength, full mastery of High-level magic, and the awakening of their souls' potential—their new weapons made them deadly beyond comparison, bearing the aura of true Black and White Impermanence.
Beneath the ghostly Underworld Curse Well, a grand, moon-white portal opened. From within, one Windflame Thunder Griffins after another burst out, identical to those roosting on the cliffs—around twenty in total.
At the front were two Commander-level Windflame Thunder Griffins, monstrous birds with twin heads, their aura fierce and oppressive.
"Everyone—follow me and flatten the Tyrant Mountains!"
Lu Jun roared. The Holy Spirit of Water embraced him from behind, his entire form transforming into that of a Water Sacrificer. A Bead of Flowing Water hovered above his head. As he stomped his foot, boundless waves surged forth, forming a vast heavenly river that lifted his body and sent him flying across the thousand-meter peaks.
Boom! Standing upon the Celestial River, he looked like a defiant sage riding a divine Water Dragon—majestic and unstoppable—surrounded by a legion of demonic beasts. Wherever his army pointed, victory followed.
Witnessing this awe-inspiring scene, Asharuiya froze, dumbfounded as Lu Jun summoned an army's worth of monsters all by himself.
"He's already reached this level?" she muttered in shock, then shivered. "I'd better not participate in the National Institute Tournament—if I ran into him, wouldn't I just be asking for a beating?"
The Night Thunder Dream Beast moved with ghostly agility, sprinting straight up the cliff face before fading into the shadows, awaiting the perfect chance to strike. The two Ghost Fiends shrieked, raising sandstorms as they charged at the front lines.
Screech!
At the mountain's summit, the Windflame Thunder Griffins finally sensed the intruders. With piercing cries, they spread their wings and dove ferociously from the sky.
Rumble!
In the air, the two armies clashed instantly. Crimson seas of fire rolled endlessly, storms howled, lightning flashed, and boundless waves of water roared—countless magical lights intertwined in the sky.
In just the first exchange, over four Windflame Thunder Griffins were slain—blood spattering through the air, their massive bodies crashing into the cliffs with a thud, shattering into mangled flesh.
As for Lu Jun's summoned beasts, they too suffered heavy losses—several fell in the battle.
At that moment, Lu Jun's expression turned cold, his blood energy surging violently. He forcefully tore apart the wings of an incoming Wind Flame Thunder Griffin with his bare hands. With a deafening rip, the enormous wings were severed at the roots, blood gushed out like a fountain, and countless crimson, azure, and violet feathers scattered through the air.
Splash!
Following that, Lu Jun's thoughts moved. Within a radius of one kilometer, countless water elements gathered, condensing into threads of pitch-black water that cascaded down like fine silk. Upon closer look, each stream was rotating at high speed, forming an immense black water net spanning over a hundred meters.
This Beiming True Water Net, strengthened by his Soul Seed, had become even more terrifying—filled with cold, deathly energy. It descended upon a Commander-level Twin-headed Thunder Griffin, freezing the surrounding air as though gravity had multiplied several dozen times.
Pssh! Pssh!
The Commander-level Thunder Griffin's entire body burst open with blood. Countless deep, interlaced wounds crisscrossed its body—horrifying to behold. It let out a tragic cry, forcibly breaking free from the binding net, half of its body hanging limp and nearly split in two.
Even so, it didn't get far. The black-robed Ghost Fiend turned into a wisp of shadowy wind, launching a sneak attack. The chain and scythe in its hands whipped forward, releasing a flash of blue-black light. The weapon hooked the Thunder Griffin's body from afar.
Snap!
In the next instant, the Heavenly Ghost Fiend yanked hard—the Wind Flame Thunder Griffin's body was torn in half, its organs and blood spilling down in torrents.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
On the other side, the white-robed female ghost fought with overwhelming ferocity. Wielding a massive earthen mace as tall as a human, she swung it wildly through the air, distorting the very space around her. It carried the weight of the earth itself—nothing could withstand it.
Any monster bird that brushed against her attacks instantly suffered broken bones and torn muscles, while a strange petrifying force spread through their bodies, freezing their movements completely.
Roar!
The three-headed Demon Griffins at the front, enraged by the slaughter of its kin, let out a furious screech. Its wings spread wide as it dove toward Lu Jun. But midway through the air, its body suddenly froze—its once-sharp eyes grew vacant and unfocused.
From the shadows along the cliff wall beside it, a dark silhouette writhed. The Night Thunder Dream Beast emerged silently, opening its jaws. An overwhelming surge of energy gathered at its mouth before unleashing a sky-piercing black beam, shaking the heavens.
Boom!
In that instant, time itself seemed to stop. The central head of the three-headed Griffin exploded like a shattered melon—red and white matter splattering across the air. The beam's penetrative force was unstoppable, grievously wounding the Commander-level Griffin leader.
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