Ultragene Warlord Chapter 753: The Scorched Mengtai

Chapter 753: The Scorched Mengtai

Hundreds, thousands of humans as skilled as Zhang Lie?!

The warlords were speechless.

Sun Mengmeng was covered in a hurricane of black flame which swept across the battlefield.

The black flame burned at a frighteningly high temperature, and the flame melted everything it came into contact with.

The warlords had to stop chatting and protect the humans and draconians.

Pitch-black flames sparked to life across Sun Mengmeng’s bow, causing the flames to grow even more intense.

“[Netherworld’s Torrential Flame]!” A frightening fan of flames poured out from Sun Mengmeng’s bow, an attack far stronger than the moons she had summoned. The flames arced in the air and fell toward the battlefield in a waterfall.

Behemoth, his movements restrained because of the hurricane of black flame, was struck full in the face by Sun Mengmeng’s attack. He roared in outrage, but there was hardly anything he could do in response.

The waterfall of flame burst in mid-air and fell to the ground as fiery drops of rain.

Behemoth leapt backwards to avoid the attack, but Sun Mengmeng’s attack splashed in such a wide range that avoiding it entirely was impossible.

Realizing that he couldn’t retreat further, Behemoth sucked in a deep breath and rushed in the direction of the flame, intending to barrel straight through it with brute force. None of the warlords looked favorably on this plan of action.

Behemoth succeeded in his plan and escaped from the fiery waterfall, but he paid a heavy price in doing so. His entire body, recently healed, turned charred black again.

He swiped forward at Sun Mengmeng, who didn’t panic. It was far too easy to think that Sun Mengmeng was an archer unskilled in close combat.

“[Baptism of Hellfire: Full Moon]!” Sun Mengmeng whirled her daggers all around her as a black moon rose into the air. She leapt into the air, bolstered by black flame. She swung her daggers to meet Behemoth’s claws, flying backwards from the impact.

“[Lunarflame Shot: Ninefold Phantasmagoria].” Making use of the excess momentum, Sun Mengmeng launched yet another attack in mid-air. Her surroundings began to burn with dark flames. Nine purplish-black phoenixes rose around her and shot toward Behemoth from nine different directions, preventing him from escaping.

Behemoth howled again, destroying one of the phoenixes with the resulting sound wave. Swiping his claws, he took down two further phoenixes, which exploded like black roses and singed his already-damaged body, sending Behemoth staggering back.

Waves of heat saturated the battlefield, distorting the air all around them. The scorching heat stung everyone on the battlefield. A hot wind blew by, spreading the superheated air and causing everyone to wince—but that wasn’t all. The exploding phoenixes set off a chain reaction that caused all eight remaining phoenixes to explode in quick succession, producing waves of such heat that everyone visibly recoiled. Behemoth, caught in the midst of the explosions, was burned alive.

With a huge crack, the parts of the wall that had yet to collapse from the Mengtai assault finally gave out.

The walls that the draconians had erected had withstood their fair share of assaults from the humans and the draconians, and generations of warriors had shed blood on the wall. Even so, it couldn’t withstand the heat of Sun Mengmeng’s flame.

The draconians were stupefied. Their wall had given out not once, but twice on the very same day! The sound of the wall crashing down reverberated between the two worlds.

Behemoth was gravely injured. Black smoke rose from every pore in his body, and the fact that he had survived at all was testament to the constitution of the Mengtai.

Zhang Lie nodded with approval. In just a single year, Sun Mengmeng had not only learned to control her emotions to fuel her fire, but also to enhance all her signature techniques.

Everyone believed that her [Lunarflame Shot: Ninefold Phantasmagoria] would only summon nine phoenixes, but the true power of her technique was when her opponents struck at those phoenixes to produce massive explosions of black flame.

Sun Mengmeng had wrapped up all that power within the facade of her phoenixes, a marked improvement from before. She had made great strides forward since the fight she had had with Zhang Lie.

“[Lunarflame Shot]!” Purplish-black flames gathered on Sun Mengmeng’s bow once again, forming an arrow of pure black. The image of a golden garuda, limned in black, appeared behind her. It radiated such heat that everyone on the battlefield could feel it.

That heat had been compressed once and again, until it seemed almost like a miniature sun.

As she loosed her arrow, it seemed to transform into a beam of light, moving so quickly that it bypassed the constraints of time and space, piercing everything in sight.

The arrow caused no earth-shattering explosion; it wasn’t at all flashy. As it shot forward, it impaled Behemoth through the chest before he could react, leaving a smoking hole behind where it passed through.

The arrow flew through the battlefield and shot into the wormhole, where it spawned a whole flock of spatial rifts. It finally exploded by the Mentai wall, sending an inferno of black flame roaring into the heavens.

The entire battlefield and sky was dyed black.

The heat from Sun Mengmeng’s attack had been so intense that it completely melted the rubble from the wall that Zhang Lie had knocked down.

The smoking hole in Behemoth’s chest burned with that same flame.

Sun Mengmeng leapt down from the wall toward the ground, kept her bow, and gave Zhang Lie a ‘V’ sign—V for victory. Zhang Lie smiled at her, but Sun Mengmeng didn’t move.

Just as she had made her hand signal, a black shadow pounced toward her from behind—it was none other than Behemoth. The Mengtai constitution was so incredible that, despite the hole in his chest, Behemoth didn’t die instantly. His eyes were filled with hatred, with an aura of destruction that posed palpable danger…