Chapter 1387 Displacement Primal God
"Wipe out the Mist Sect!"
Boom!
The moment Zamura said this command, thunderclouds formed in the sky as bolts of tribulation lightning rained down on the battlefield, causing countless explosions.
"What the…?" Krune was shocked, seeing his tribulation lightning being rendered ineffective for the first time, noticing a mysterious creature appear in the air that acted as a lightning conductor, directly causing all the tribulation lightning to fly towards it.
And in response, this mysterious creature opened its mouth and swallowed the lightning bolts. Its body charred in response to the damage it sustained, but followed by a surge of Godly Energy into its body, it healed rapidly.
"That's a mysterious artifact…" Zamura frowned, noticing a Primal God standing in the middle of the Mist Sect's army, holding a cubical item that was emanating a mystical presence. It was what had condensed the mysterious creature in the sky that was gobbling up all the lightning bolts, ensuring not even a single bolt could land on the people.
"Keuk!" Krune grunted, trying his best to morph the trajectories of the lightning bolts. But no matter where he aimed them, the lightning bolts were sucked into the mysterious beast's mouth and consumed.
"Sorry, man. It seems they've devised a countermeasure to my ability," Krune apologized to Zamura.
With him gaining proper acknowledgment from the Tribulation Lightning Law after fusing Little Krune with the Thundercloud Whale, he thought of summoning the tribulation lightning from the sky and raining it down on the enemy battlefield to constantly attack them.
This would reduce the pressure on the Mountain Sect's army a little.
But it seemed the enemy had indeed made preparations according to the intel they had obtained previously. The mysterious creature was one such result.
Even though they were unable to counter his tribulation lightning, they created a tank that could draw in and withstand the lightning bolts. This way, they rendered one of the Mountain Sect's primary advantages useless.
"They're also guarded against my ability as well." Zamura frowned, gazing at the items all the immortals from the Mist Sect were using. None of them had any equipment spirits.
Even for him, it took a lot of time to awaken an equipment spirit. In a battle, that was impossible. So without any equipment spirit, he too wouldn't be able to display his primary advantage. "They're serious about wiping us out."
"They're trying to target other cities!" Krune shouted all of a sudden, noticing a dozen immortals teleport above Kolar City.
There were five clones stationed in Kolar City that sprang into action, summoning tens of thousands of Thundercloud Whales. All the Thundercloud Whales that the other clones weren't using returned. After all, they were just Little Krune fragments that acted similar to his subspace, capable of jumping to and fro the various clones.
Lightning Needle!
"What the heck?" The Primal God leading the dozen Elementary Gods to attack and capture Kolar City were shocked when thousands of Lightning Needles slammed into them.
Boom!
"Again…?" Krune was shocked, noticing a mysterious barrier appear around the bodies of the dozen immortals while a mysterious creature flew above them.
And it seemed the barrier on their bodies and the mysterious creature was connected, for all the damage sustained by their barriers was transferred to the mysterious creature instead.
The leading Primal God shuddered for a moment, noticing the mysterious creature dissipating into specks of Godly Energy under the attack, frowning as he gazed at the clones of Krune defending Kolar City.
Immediately after, Faunkill and a couple of Elementary Gods appeared beside the clone, instantly engaging the enemies.
"This is one troublesome barrier." Faunkill snorted, noticing another mysterious creature appear overhead the dozen enemy immortals, soaking up all the damage he unleashed onto the immortals.
The barriers covering their bodies were pretty strange, transferring all the sustained damage to the creature instead. This allowed the immortals to not care about defense and go all out with offense, instantly cornering Faunkill and the two Elementary Gods.
"Dodge!" Suddenly, a cold voice resounded in Faunkill's mind as he immediately grabbed hold of the two Elementary Gods and teleported a kilometer away.
"Heavenly Destruction!"
Boom!
Immediately, the mysterious creature suffered serious injuries, for a moment unable to soak up damage anymore as the barriers on the bodies of the immortals fluctuated.
The figure of Relena arrived at the scene, transmitting to Faunkill, "Uncle Immortal, attack them now!"
"Hehe, thank you, child." Faunkill grinned as he riled up his Godly Energy, the aura he emanated causing the enemies to shudder.
"Wait, this isn't on the level of a Primal God!" The Primal God from the Mist Sect shouted in shock before coughing out blood.
Immortal Severance!
"W-What the heck happened to me?" The Mist Sect Primal God shouted in shock, being enveloped with a sense of helplessness, gazing at Faunkill in despair. "What did you do to me?"
First Stage of the Godly Fusion Realm!
The cultivation of the dozen immortals instantly dropped to the First Stage of the Godly Fusion Realm. But it hadn't even registered in their minds when Faunkill faced his palm towards him, uttering, "Die!"
When he clenched his hand, a mysterious force pervaded their beings, using their laws as a channel to track their Land Incarnations placed throughout the God Realm, destroying them all instantly. And following it, their bodies exploded, with no hope of reviving ever again.
"I thought their cultivation would only drop gradually?" Krune's clone asked in confusion.
"Only if they are stronger than me," Faunkill said. "Otherwise, it's instant."
"I'll send you back," the clone said, using the subspace to send the four immortals to the battlefield.
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"I see…" Multar nodded in surprise, gazing at the figure of Faunkill appearing within the Mountain Sect army. "So your sect also has a Titled Primal God. He's your trump card, huh."
He locked onto the figure of Faunkill, slowly flying forward as he commanded, "He's mine. The rest of you can run amok now."
Instantly after, his figure flashed before Faunkill, shocking the other party as he sent him flying away, having not even punched or anything.
"As fellow Titled Primal Gods, let's have our instructions, shall we?" Multar smiled. "They call me the Displacement Primal God."
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