Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1077: The Awakening of the Beast God

Chapter 1077: The Awakening of the Beast God

Upon arriving, Daehan Zhang didn’t assist Wanhua Yun in battling the two devils.

Instead, his attention was drawn to the spatial rift of the Forbidden Grounds.

Without hesitation, he rushed toward it.

Wanhua Yun and the two devils immediately stopped their fighting and turned their attacks on Daehan Zhang in unison.

Daehan Zhang was forced to retreat and go on the defensive.

Just as Daehan Zhang was about to tear open the spatial rift, chaos reigned inside the Forbidden Grounds.

The phantom of Beast God had long since vanished, while the three people guarding the Forbidden Grounds were scrambling in panic toward the land of inheritance.

The Beast God had appeared.

Although the elders had always believed the Beast God hadn’t truly fallen, they hadn’t been prepared to witness its emergence—they had only dared to hope.

That towering, invincible figure was exactly as they had envisioned.

Kenny Lin knelt on one knee, his spiritual energy entirely drained from the impact of the earlier attack.

The Yin-Yang Pearl within him trembled faintly, then released a gentle energy that nourished his meridians, gradually restoring his depleted spiritual power.

With a crash, rubble toppled over, and two figures emerged from the debris.

One of them stepped out of the ruins.

Menruch’s face twisted with rage, his bluish complexion now half-destroyed and covered in blood and torn flesh.

He wasn’t dead.

At the last critical moment, he had deployed a contingency plan, narrowly saving his own life.

Spotting Kenny Lin, who was clearly exhausted, and Amalia nearby, who hadn’t yet fully recovered, he sneered.

A long blade materialized in Menruch’s hand as he advanced toward Kenny Lin.

With a single slash, a devastating force hurtled directly toward Kenny Lin.

With a deafening crash, Menruch didn’t even have the chance to see his blade strike Kenny Lin.

Instead, the Inverse Emperor Bell enveloped him.

Kenny Lin coughed lightly. "How foolish of you. Even if my spiritual energy were completely drained, I still have Amalia. She doesn’t, and neither does the Inverse Emperor Bell."

Inside the Inverse Emperor Bell, Menruch was furiously pounding against the bell’s walls.

At that moment, a sharp, murderous aura suddenly surged forth, arriving in front of Kenny Lin in the blink of an eye.

"Die!" Dalamandur’s twisted face loomed large before Kenny Lin.

Kenny Lin curled the corners of his mouth slightly, muttering something inaudible.

The spiritual energy he supposedly lacked erupted violently from his body in an overwhelming surge.

Dalamandur’s expression shifted dramatically. "How can you still have such immense spiritual power?!"

What shocked him even more was that Amalia who is standing to the side, charged at him without hesitation.

The blade in her hand came crashing down with unrelenting ferocity.

One blade and one sword, each carrying an incomparably wild and domineering force, tore through the surrounding space, nearly collapsing it.

The combined attack struck the utterly stunned Dalamandur, his face frozen in disbelief.

His body was ripped in half, shredded into fragments by the violent blade and sword energy.

The three Pixiu only heard the furious yet unwilling roar of the Dalamandur as they stopped in their tracks.

Turning back, they saw that the Dalamandur had vanished, leaving only the resounding strikes of the Inverse Emperor Bell echoing from nearby.

Amalia approached the bell expressionlessly, placing her hand on its surface.

Whatever she did, agonized screams from Menruch began to echo within moments.

"Even if you kill us, you won’t escape. My master is already waiting outside—once you step out, you’ll be killed immediately!"

"Do you think this is a simple fight for treasures? No, this is a trap! Hahaha!"

Amid his maniacal laughter, Menruch was burned to ashes within the bell and his primordial soul dissipating shortly after.

The three Pixiu exchanged glances, their gazes drifting toward the long spatial rift in the sky above.

Suddenly, a pair of giant hands appeared overhead, enduring the slicing spatial winds as they attempted to pry the rift open.

The next moment, those massive hands inexplicably retreated, accompanied by a furious roar that echoed through the skies.

"What was that just now?"

"It must have been a Mahayana stage cultivator. Only someone at that level would dare to try such a thing," Amalia coughed as she walked over, her spiritual energy once again completely depleted.

Zhar’khaen stared at them with wide eyes. "You... you actually did it."

Two Diety Transformation stage cultivators had annihilated more than twenty Body Integration stage experts.

Such a feat was nearly unheard of.

"How did you manage this?" Vryss’laar asked in disbelief.

Even wielding a Divine Artifact, Zhar’khaen couldn’t achieve the slaughter of Body Integration stage cultivators like mere dogs.

This proved that the artifact alone wasn’t omnipotent—it depended on how it was wielded.

"This was the hardest fight I’ve ever been in," Amalia said, shaking her head. "But let’s set that aside for now. You should quickly check if Wealth has emerged from seclusion."

The Phantom of the Beast God suddenly appeared—it must have been triggered because of something.

It was likely that Wealth had awakened.

Realizing this, the three of them immediately rushed toward the land of inheritance.

Amalia noticed Kenny Lin rummaging through rubble and approached him. "What are you doing now?"

"Making sure," Kenny Linu replied calmly. "These Body Integration stage cultivators are cunning; they might be feigning death. Aren’t you worried about your son?"

"There’s no rush. The enemies inside have been dealt with—now we only have to handle those outside."

Amalia and Kenny Lin searched through the rubble.

The Body Integration stage cultivators who had been closest to the Thunderstrike Orb were completely obliterated, their bodies and souls has been destroyed.

However, three people who had been farther away might still pose a threat.

Amalia walked toward one such area, recalling that someone had been there earlier.

Among the scattered stones, she caught sight of a fragment of clothing peeking out.

Instead of removing the rocks, Amalia raised her blade and slashed.

The rubble exploded outward—not from her attack, but from something else.