187: Chapter 187 Fist to the Bone

The battle had reached a fever pitch!

Lin Yuan and the Primordial Mountain-Moving Demon Ape King, two figures—one large and one small—engaged in a brutal melee for a full hour on this desolate land.

No evading, no defending!

The ground was beaten down a hundred meters, and the surrounding mountain ranges shattered like tofu under their frenzied collisions.

"Roar!" The Demon Ape King was furious. Opening its bloody maw, which was large enough to swallow mountains, it took advantage of a gap when Lin Yuan threw a punch and bit through Lin Yuan's left shoulder!

"Have you had enough biting? It's my turn!"

Instead of breaking free, Lin Yuan used the pull to sink his waist, his spine letting out a series of explosive pops.

Ten thousand tons of pure force gathered entirely in his right shoulder and back.

Mountain Lean!

*Bang!*

This peerless strike smashed into the Demon Ape King's chest, causing its breastbone to explode on the spot.

The Demon Ape King let go in pain, letting out a wretched howl.

Lin Yuan seized the opportunity, his feet stomping hard on the void as his hands gripped the Demon Ape King's thick arms.

"Rip... apart!!!"

Lin Yuan roared towards the sky, the veins on his arms bulging.

This Primordial Variant, possessing Eighth-Rank Peak strength, was actually torn in half by Lin Yuan's bare hands!

True blood poured down like a waterfall, drenching Lin Yuan's upper body.

He casually tossed the two halves of the corpse onto the ground, looking like a god of slaughter returned from hell.

As his cold gaze swept across, the dozens of Primordial Demon Apes that had been eager to strike were scared out of their wits; they whimpered, tucked their tails, and fled frantically into the Chaotic Mist.

Stepping on the Ape King's remains, he established his dominance over the entire field!

With a thought from Lin Yuan, the projection of the god-demon furnace opened wide behind him, devouring the Demon Ape King's essence blood and massive origin to quickly replenish the stamina he had lost in battle.

"All troops hear my command, follow me up the mountain!"

With no more variants to block them, Lin Yuan strode at the very front, leading the twenty thousand Asura Army soldiers and the Three Major Fleets as they officially entered that grayish-white Chaotic Mist.

Each step of the Primordial Divine Mountain's stone stairs was a hundred zhang wide.

The moment they stepped onto the first stair, the surrounding "Great Dao Pressure" rushed at them like a tsunami.

This was no longer simple gravity, but a heavy pressure containing the will of Ancient Gods and Demons!

One step, two steps, a hundred steps...

The further up they went, the more terrifying that invisible pressure became.

Each stone step felt as if they were carrying a real star on their backs.

When the army had arduously climbed to a third of the mountain's height, the team's progress came to a complete standstill.

*Pfft!*

An Asura Army soldier could no longer withstand the pressure; he spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on one knee on the stone steps.

The armor on his body let out cracking sounds.

It was as if this were a signal.

Immediately after, large numbers of Asura Army soldiers began bleeding from their facial orifices.

Up ahead, Ancient Sword Soul thrust the Star Core Purple Gold sword into a crack and gripped the hilt with both hands, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

His Seventh-Rank Grandmaster Heaven-Cutting Sword Intent was like a candle in a gale before this Great Dao Pressure, liable to be extinguished at any moment.

Ji Hongyi's face was as pale as paper; the Starry Sky Calamity Poison in her body was suppressed tightly within her dantian, unable to release even a wisp of poisonous mist.

"Captain..." Dragon Battle had transformed into a thousand-meter giant beast, crouching on the ground and panting heavily, his massive eyes filled with frustration. "Your subordinate is useless... this pressure... is too heavy..."

The law-based pressure here had completely exceeded the limits of what a Seventh-Rank martial artist could endure.

If they took one more step forward, their physical bodies would completely collapse under this pressure and turn into powder!

Lin Yuan stopped, turned his head, and looked at his subordinates behind him who were gritting their teeth and holding on, refusing to retreat even half a step despite bleeding from their orifices.

He knew that this was the current limit of the army.

"Everyone stop! All troops, form a formation right where you are!"

"Since you can't walk any further, sit cross-legged and enter seclusion here! Use this pressure to properly temper your bones and blood!"

"The rest of the way, I will walk alone."

Having said that, Lin Yuan turned around and faced the peak of the mountain that towered into the clouds alone.

After crossing the one-third mark, the pressure ahead suddenly surged exponentially.

That terrifying crushing sensation was enough to instantly shatter any Eighth-Rank Grandmaster into pieces.

But in Lin Yuan's eyes, a madness incomprehensible to ordinary people was burning.

"Come on, ancestors, let me see what kind of scenery is hidden at the top of this mountain!"

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and performed an action that left everyone horrified.

He actually took the initiative to disperse the indestructible Astral Qi defense on his body's surface!

Completely defenseless!

Lin Yuan bared his naked chest, allowing that invisible Great Dao Pressure, capable of crushing a star core, to crash frantically onto his flesh, muscles, and bones!

*Thump! Thump! Thump!*

With every step Lin Yuan took upward, beads of blood would seep from his pores.

But he didn't even frown; instead, he climbed upward with great strides.

He completely treated the Great Dao Pressure of the Primordial Divine Mountain as a Thor's hammer to temper his physical body!

And that ten thousand tons of strength was being compacted and purified bit by bit.

This was a qualitative change.

The gale howled, and the mist tumbled.

Amidst the heavy footsteps, Lin Yuan's tall and straight back gradually faded into the chaos at the deepest part of the divine mountain, leaving behind only a trail of bloody footprints leading to the peak.

*Thump! Thump! Thump!*

The heavy footsteps echoed on the bronze stone steps.

Bearing the Great Dao Pressure that could crush a star core, Lin Yuan left a bloody footprint with every step, forcibly climbing to the mountainside of the Primordial Divine Mountain.

As the height increased, the Chaotic Mist, which was as thick as a physical substance, suddenly cleared, and his field of vision abruptly opened up.

What appeared before Lin Yuan's eyes was not the paradise of singing birds and fragrant flowers he had imagined.

Instead, it was a vast and boundless Ancient God-Demon Battlefield, filled with ruins and the aura of death!

On the flat terrace, dried dark-red bloodstains like crisscrossing rivers were deeply etched into the hard crystalline rock layers.

The ground was densely packed with broken Bronze Halberds, notched giant swords, and dilapidated ancient chariots.

Even across the long span of tens of millions of years, the baleful aura above this ancient battlefield remained gathered and undispersed!

And at the deepest part of the terrace, in front of the only ancient path leading to the peak of the divine mountain.

A phantom radiating divine light stood there quietly.

Headless God-Demon War Soul!

It was unknown what kind of shocking ancient powerhouse he had been in life; even with his head severed, he still relied on the supreme obsession in his chest to protect his home and country, transforming into an undying war soul to guard the final checkpoint leading to the core of the mountain peak.

Lin Yuan stopped and panted heavily; he looked at the headless war soul ahead without speaking.

On this ancient battlefield that only believed in strength, any words were pale and powerless nonsense.

*Boom!*

The moment Lin Yuan stepped onto the terrace, the headless war soul moved.

There was no earth-shaking roar, nor any flashy or blinding divine light or shadows.

The headless war soul pulled up the Bronze Halberd stuck in the ground with one hand and launched the most primitive charge at Lin Yuan!