Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 485 - 440 Green-tailed God

A powerful light flickered from the night sky, and then a Holy Mace descended, slamming down on the mountain dwelling like an enormous Holy Mountain.

Pavilions and towers instantly turned to dust, and the Holy Mace released flares of ripple, undulating like a golden tide.

Jiang Heng swooped down from high above, his hands grasping the massive Holy Mace from a distance, and then he fiercely swung it towards Zhuo Feng in the sky!

Zhuo Feng was sent flying by the Holy Mace, crashing into the side of a mountain in Tongtian City. The mountain began to collapse from the midway point, and the beautiful palaces atop also toppled, crashing into the valley.

There was a small Sect on this mountain. Although they were also Holy Cultivators, the sudden effect made them tremble, scattering away like birds and beasts towards the distance.

Zhuo Feng climbed out from the cross-section of the mountain, covered in dust, with a dent in his chest.

He revealed a trace of anger, his eyes locked onto Jiang Heng through the surging Holy Light.

Jiang Heng pursued his advantage, brandishing the gigantic Holy Mace and actually summoning a sea of golden light.

Above the clouds, the sea of light churned with golden waves, and with a roar from Jiang Heng, the boundless golden tide poured down towards Zhuo Feng's location!

Seeing this, Wu Hen couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Jiang Heng still had some strength; with the Holy Mace, he immediately displayed the dominance of the Heavenly People.

But Jiang Heng was too strong, which made Wu Hen somewhat worried again.

Zhuo Feng was clearly not just a Big Fish, but a tiger shark, harboring energy inside him that must be extremely vast. If Jiang Heng were to devour it, he would suddenly ascend to a higher level, significantly increasing the difficulty for Wu Hen to deal with him.

For a moment, Wu Hen found himself worrying for Zhuo Feng, hoping that this mysterious and low-profile cultivator had some trump cards left to play, otherwise his legendary life would end here.

It seemed as if the heavens heard Wu Hen's prayers.

Zhuo Feng, at a disadvantage, suddenly burst forth with a surge of green energy, with demon lotuses blooming around him like green lotuses, and soon behind Zhuo Feng, a number of bizarre tails appeared, swaying elegantly, like enchanting green snakes...

Demon cultivator??

Wu Hen thought of this as he saw the scene unfold.

One, two, three, four...

Wu Hen counted, and saw that there were altogether nine tails emerging from Zhuo Feng's back, stretching magnificently like dragons, or phoenix tails, eventually forming a spectacular image of the Nine-tailed Green Mountain!

"Is this a demon beast, or a Divine Being?" Qingxi couldn't tell what the nature of the opponent was at the moment.

"He is the Barbaric Nine-tailed Immortal!" At this time, Bai Ze, on Wu Hen's head, spoke up.

"A Great Immortal from the wilderness??" Wu Hen was also surprised, not expecting that Jiang Heng's final Big Fish would have such an impressive background.

"The Earth Erosion of Tongtian City is most likely the doing of this individual," Bai Ze said.

No sooner had the voice fallen than the Nine-tailed Green Mountain began to sway. As it swayed, countless green Demon Lotuses fell into Tongtian City. Once these touched the soil, they seemed to impart a sort of Mutation Demon Art, instantly causing gigantic Sky-reaching Vines to burst forth from the ground, as the extreme Wilderness Jungle began a wild erosion!

Vines shot up from the earth, ancient trees breached the clouds, poisonous moss, demon roots, wicked grass, and ghastly flowers ran rampant, being dozens or even hundreds of times larger than ordinary species, covering the area of Tongtian City, swiftly reaching an outrageous extent that blotted out sky and sun.

The once-distant city-state turned into a vast Wilderness Jungle.

What was even more terrifying was that countless Yin Soldiers crawled out from the soil, their aura creating dense miasma that hid this section of the wilderness, making it invisible to the other areas of Tongtian City. Anyone looking here would only see a massive fog, never guessing that a vast wilderness hid beneath.

"You mere Holy Cultivators also dare to contend with me; today I will refine you to stand guard over my grave!" Zhuo Feng stood amidst the splendid wilderness, brandishing the Green Blade in his hand.

With a gesture of the Green Blade, the endless Yin Soldiers soared into the sky, morphing into a sea of Yin Soldiers, confronting Jiang Heng's golden ocean.

The Yin Soldiers were unceasing, in this wilderness they grew like plants, even proliferating at an extreme rate.

Yet Jiang Heng's Holy Power was obviously depleting.

Very soon, Jiang Heng's hands holding the Holy Mace began to tremble. His eyes widened in disbelief, unable to accept the reality of this hybrid half-demon, half-divine being, his heart unable to come to terms with it.

FInally, the enormous tide of Yin Soldiers engulfed him. He had been at a disadvantage during the earlier phases of the fight, and now his trump card abilities were suppressed by the opponent's true Divine Skills, making Jiang Heng realize that he had become a sad fisherman, dragged into the water to drown by a big fish.

"Impossible... Impossible..."

Jiang Heng's voice turned hoarse, and as a Holy God of the Holy State, he had the backing of the entire Holy Sect, even if he encountered supreme beings, there would be even more powerful entities from the Holy State to intervene on his behalf.

But he dared not disclose his Tianxuan Saint Decision scheme, which meant that his venture to the Lower Realm to pull in the net was covert, not reported to the Cloud Saint elders; if he were to fail this time, those above could not support him.

Jiang Heng struggled with all his might, hoping that a high person might perceive what was happening here.

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The phenomenon of Barbaric Land Erosion had been occurring in Tongtian City for several months now, and most of the Cloud Saint residing there didn't care about the life and death of the people in the Lower Realm. They were too indifferent to spare such matters even a glance since they saw no benefit in them.

Feeling utterly alone, Jiang Heng began to show signs of desperation.

His carefully laid plans had, in the end, resulted in him being prey to his own targeted prey.

Suddenly, as Jiang Heng fled in panic, he saw two figures on a distant mountain pavilion—it was Wu Hen and Qingxi!

"Help..." Jiang Heng tried to cry out for help.

At a time like this, he couldn't care less about the identity of the other party. As long as someone saw his predicament, he would beg them for help.

"Sorry, but you said it yourself, we are all Huang Que... only this time, we've run into the Demon Fox that uses cicadas to lure in the Huang Que!" Wu Hen, from a great distance away, conveyed this powerless message to Jiang Heng.

The other party had already revealed his true form, and it was a foregone conclusion that Jiang Heng was doomed to be a sacrificial offering.

At this moment, Wu Hen was fairly certain that Zhuo Feng was likely the Green-tailed God who had recently become popular amongst the common folk for worship.

This Green-tailed God, posing as a common cultivator, was ambiguously good and evil, a being of complex nature.

Originally, he could have enjoyed a carefree existence, gradually cultivating in Tongtian City, but Jiang Heng insisted on fishing him out of the water pond as if he were a Big Fish. Once on the water's surface, he might seem like a fish, but hidden in the depths below was a great python dragon. And once you really hook him, he would simply gulp down Jiang Heng in one bite!

Honestly, the sight made Wu Hen, observing from the side, break out in cold sweat.

This Cultivation World was indeed full of extreme dangers.

It's no wonder that the Cloud Holy Country periodically selects a few of the most outstanding among the countless cultivators and reveals to them the methods of cultivating True Yuan. Even after becoming a Cloud Saint, if someone acts rashly and hastily, they are liable to be devoured with not even the residue of their bones left behind. In every tier of life, including those of high-dimensional life, there exist predators and natural enemies they must always be wary of.

"We probably shouldn't mess with this guy... and with the master away, he must be dealt with by the master himself," Qingxi also wasn't faring well, obviously frightened.

No wonder the Barbaric Land Erosion was difficult to contain. Behind it all was such a demonic divine presence.

"I've painstakingly lain in wait for so long, and after all this time I've gained nothing," Wu Hen lamented with a feeling akin to wanting to weep without tears.

Wu Hen was already boiling water when Leng Shu began her absorption.

Then Jiang Heng came running out. Jiang Heng swallowed Leng Shu in one gulp, so Wu Hen had no choice but to switch to an even larger pot and continue to boil water, waiting to stew this bigger catch, Jiang Heng.

Just when Jiang Heng was about to leap into the pot, he was eaten by the Green-tailed God. This Green-tailed God was too much fat and gristle; none of Wu Hen's pots could stew such a creature. He certainly couldn't ask Little Yi to do it again.

Above their heads was the Cloud Holy Country, and fighters like Cai Lan within it were not ones Wu Hen could just wipe out in one breath with his Wushuang. Wu Hen also had to consider that drawing his sword would undoubtedly attract a huge flock of vulturous Holy God, leaving him with no hope of recovery.

He couldn't make the slightest move.

Yet he was unwilling to simply watch the Green-tailed God eat up the whole cake.

"You two have been watching quietly for a long time. Since you have no intention to act, why not leave? If you continue to linger, don't blame this Immortal for being impolite!" Suddenly, Zhuo Feng's icy voice reached them.

Qingxi was terrified, her face losing all color, as she incredulously stared at Zhuo Feng, who had suddenly appeared before them.

Wu Hen remained more composed; it was natural for someone of the other party's strength to detect him and Qingxi observing from the sidelines.

"This Jiang Heng was originally my prey. If you're willing to share half with me, that would be fantastic. After all, I've waited patiently for several months," Wu Hen spoke up.

"I knew someone had set a trap the moment I obtained the Tianxuan Saint Decision. Compared to you, I've been waiting for this Jiang Heng for years, so how can you say he was your prey?" Zhuo Feng looked at Wu Hen, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"I see. You seem to have a point. Alright then, let's go," Wu Hen nodded in agreement.

With a shaky Qingxi at his side, Wu Hen made a decisive choice to leave.

Qingxi was tense; in her view, such an entity had no reason to let the two of them go. He should kill them to silence them, preventing them from reporting the matter to the Holy God of the Cloud Holy Country.

Wu Hen, however, was very decisive, without much hesitation.

He was also curious to see if Zhuo Feng would take action against him.

If he did, then Wu Hen would have no choice but to cut him down and then flee the Cloud Holy Country immediately to avoid being besieged by the ancient ancestors of the Holy State...

In fact, Wu Hen wasn't so worried about ancient ancestors of the Holy State.

He was more concerned about the Cold-blooded Woman.

She claimed to have left, but heaven knows if she was watching him from above. After all, it was she who tasked Qingxi to investigate the Barbaric Land Erosion. Once she learned that Wu Hen still harbored the Black Divine Death Sword within him, she would likely not spare any sentimentalities of sibling affection.

Wu Hen disliked being passive.

Thus, he was also praying, praying that Zhuo Feng wouldn't do something foolish.