141: He cut him down with one stroke!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...On the ground, several sounds of heavy objects falling rang out in succession. One by one, the Gods of War wearing black god set stood up. During their descent, they had used the black god set to wrap their entire bodies, leaving only two bright eyes exposed. It could be said that except for King-level Monsters, no monster could wound them.

Every single one of the many Gods of War was at the peak of Earth's combat power. As long as they were careful, dealing with monsters from a few King-level lairs was more than enough.

After all, this was not a Beast Tide, but just a small-scale suppression of monsters.

Thousands of Gods of War fell to the ground like divine soldiers from the heavens. Every person brandished their weapon—sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battleaxes, hooks, and forks—everything was there. However, most people still used sabers and spears, as these two weapons had the ultimate Secret Manuals researched by the world's first and second strongest experts.

Opening a new path for oneself was certainly not as easy or convenient as directly following the old path of others.

Those who can Cultivate to the War God Level are all outstanding Geniuses among humans. Although they are not as good as Hong and the Thunder God, every single one of them is a Genius. On the battlefield, the crowd used "World Eraser" and the "Nine-Layered Thunder Blade" to continuously fight off the monsters rushing toward them.

Several Planetary Level experts rushed to the front. With a casual strike of a saber, staff, or sword, those Lord-level Monsters that originally made people tremble with fear were split in half by them.

Their first target was the Flame Spitter that had just launched a long-range scorching attack on the warplane. Its massive snake head was hidden in a cave; this underground area had long been hollowed out by it. As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, but today a giant python has ten holes.

Every time the Flame Spitter finished spitting fire at the War God Martial Artists on the battlefield, it would quickly change positions, making it difficult for others to capture its specific location.

While the Gods of War on the battlefield were not likely to be hit by the Flame Spitter, their efficiency in killing enemies was clearly reduced. However, because they wore the black god set, they would not perish because of Divided Soul.

The battle situation appeared very chaotic for a time. That Flame Spitter still thought it was hiding extremely well, but it did not know that the Thunder God had long since lost his patience to play around with it here. During these past few months, he had still failed to master the Domain and had been immersed in comprehension day and night. He was already exceptionally irritated, and now being toyed with by this Golden Python, the resentment accumulated during this period surged outward.

The Thunder God transformed the custom weapon behind him into a Thunder Blade and held it in his hand. His whole body was filled with a heavy malevolent aura. His Planetary Level strength fully emerged, and the layers of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade continuously stacked until they reached the peak.

Just as the Flame Spitter wanted to take the opportunity to launch another harassing shot, the Thunder God caught sight of it from the corner of his eye. He instantly charged, arriving in front of the Flame Spitter as if teleporting, and slashed out a thunderous strike with extreme speed.

The entire space seemed to be split in half. The Flame Spitter seemed to see the images on the left and right sides shift up and down. While its consciousness still remained, its massive head had already been split in two.

But it was a King-level Monster after all. Relying on its last thought before death, it gathered all the energy in its body in its throat, turning itself into a snake-meat bomb.

"Bang!"

A huge bright light flashed before everyone's eyes. Even the monsters fighting with the human Martial Artists were blinded by this beam of light.

When the massive explosion sounded, a mushroom cloud rose directly from where the Thunder God had been. The massive explosion leveled everything within a one-kilometer radius.

The aftershocks of the explosion blew away most of the War God Martial Artists and monsters on the scene. Everyone was left with lingering fears.

But in an instant, everyone seemed to think of something. The Thunder God was closest to the explosion range; would he be okay?

When the smoke dissipated, nothing remained in the original spot except for the scarred black soil and carbon ash; no organic life was left.

The hearts of all the human Martial Artists skipped a beat, but they all breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the Thunder God slowly floating down from the sky.

That's right, he is the Thunder God. Although his strength is only ranked second in the world, his speed can definitely be called the best in the world.

"Tch."

The Thunder God only gave a contemptuous smile, dismissive of the Flame Spitter's little trick.

Seeing that the Thunder God was unharmed, the crowd stopped paying attention and shifted their focus back to the battlefield, continuing to fight with those Lord-level Monsters.

The War God Martial Artists divided themselves into independent squads. Their cooperation with each other was not particularly tacit, but every God of War was battle-hardened. In the face of absolute strength and experience, even if their cooperation was not very tacit, killing monsters was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

The explosion just now had already alerted the other King-level Monsters in the King-level Monster lair, making them realize that if they didn't act now, they might be wiped out today.

Originally, they all had the ability to summon monster armies to form a Beast Tide, but the army had already reached the city walls. Summoning an army now was far too late.

After seeing the strength the Thunder God had just displayed, they knew that sitting still and waiting for death was not an option; they had to unite.

At this moment, all the surrounding King-level Monsters perceived each other through special signal waves, forming a united front to collectively resist this team of over a thousand Martial Artists.

"Everyone, charge! We can't let these humans continue to do as they please. If this continues, forget about occupying territory, we'll be completely wiped out!"

"These damn humans, they chose to attack at this exact time. I strongly suspect that group of unknown beasts from before was a vanguard unit they created to wear down our subjects!"

"If it weren't for that group of monsters slaughtering all our subjects a few days ago, how could we be in such a dire situation now?"

"We must unite and fight back together. Either we live together, or we die together! Let's get them!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

The monsters' Mental Waves were transmitted back and forth in the air; this was an ability that only King-level Monsters used to communicate with each other.

"Then who will lead the charge?"

When this question, spoken by an unknown King-level Monster, echoed in the minds of the other King-level Monsters, all of them fell silent.

Having already attained human-like intelligence, they also knew how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Knowing the Thunder God's combat power, every one of them was incredibly apprehensive. None of them wanted to be the first to stick their neck out, and none of them wanted to be the first to die.

"With just this little bit of courage, how can you accomplish anything? In the face of a great enemy, everyone must have a spirit of sacrifice!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

"Whoever made the suggestion goes first!"

...While the Martial Artists were fighting with the monsters and the King-level Monsters were scheming against each other, Qiao Yu, who was sleeping beneath Taihu Lake, began to slowly wake up after a night of settling.