# 1933
# Chapter 1925: The Polluted Divine Remains
Great Xia,
Desert Wasteland.
Yellow sand swirled in the sky, a sword hut stood alone in the lifeless, silent world.
Inside the sword hut, a figure seated in meditation slowly opened his eyes, his gaze passing through the hut's walls, gazing toward some direction in the void......
A faint smile curved his lips, and a trace of nostalgia flickered in his eyes.
"This time, it's your turn......"
......
【So handsome!!】
【Commander Lin is so domineering?! {#lick} Give us more!】
【Tsk, did anyone see how he turned the corpse into a dragon? This thunder dragon is so cool!!】
【In the previous video and this livestream, Commander Lin only used half a blade each time... He casually summoned a thunder dragon. Is he really that powerful?】
【How could he be Commander if he wasn't?! The point is! He looks so young! Maybe twenty-five or twenty-six?】
【What did he do to his eyes? Did he wear colored contacts?】
【Colored contacts my ass... What colored contacts could possibly glow like the sun? And that black eye, I looked at it once and felt like I was going to pass out......】
【Confirmed, he's the Six-Winged White Seraph! The side profile is almost identical... But he didn't even unfurl his wings!】
【Commander Lin is awesome!! Kill them all!! Great Xia Night Watch is here! Ahead, no passage for gods!!】
【Ahead, no passage for gods!!】
【......】
A flood of bullet comments inundated the screen, the vast majority endlessly repeating that one phrase. Zhao Zhengbin clutched his phone, his hands trembling slightly, too excited to speak!
Before countless shelter screens, silhouettes absorbed in watching the livestream all rose involuntarily, as if wanting to cheer, but seeing so many strangers around them, they quietly held back.
Yet even so, everyone's eyes remained fixed on the screen, their pupils sparkling with intensity, their fingernails unconsciously digging into their palms from tension.
"Absolutely breathtaking... Absolutely breathtaking!" Amid the livestream, pale bolts of lightning streaked across the sky above Sunken Dragon Pass. Reporter Liao chenyi shouldered his camera, murmuring to himself, "I never thought I'd see something like this in my lifetime..."
Before he finished speaking, the pale thunder dragon in the sky opened its massive jaws and let out a ferocious roar, instantly transforming into a white shadow and vanishing. When it reappeared, it had already arrived above the Chaos dragon Leviathan!
Tens of thousands of lightning bolts descended like a white forest from the heavens, momentarily trapping Leviathan's form within them. A massive dragon head swooped down with a howl, biting toward the crowd behind Leviathan!
"Where did this thing summon a dragon from??" Seeing this, Vishnu's expression darkened.
At such close range, he could clearly sense the aura of that pale thunder dragon. This otherworldly creature, summoned by sacrificing thirteen Chief God corpses, possessed combat power no less than that of a Supreme God. Moreover, the lightning surrounding it seemed to have an extremely potent suppressive effect on the Black Goat's corruption.
Without the slightest hesitation, Vishnu vanished from behind Leviathan along with the ten figures behind him.
The thunder dragon viciously tore into Leviathan's body. Thick bolts of lightning resembled an execution scaffold, wildly piercing into that colossal form, illuminating half the sky as bright as day!
Yet the corrupted Leviathan seemed utterly incapable of feeling pain. Its massive body gradually flipped over, churning the dark clouds and ocean as if the world was being torn apart, while it fought tooth and claw with the thunder dragon coiled around it.
The aftershocks from these two titans' battle spread wildly across heaven and earth. Typhoons mingled with lightning covered a thousand li of sea surface, sweeping past the imposing outer wall of Sunken Dragon Pass!
Boom—!
The violent typhoon easily sent the reporters on the outer wall flying. Liao Chen-tao felt as though he'd been struck by an invisible giant hammer, his body directly tumbling backward several meters before crashing heavily against the guardrail atop the outer wall!
He clutched the camera in his arms for dear life, groaning, his vision suddenly darkening as he nearly toppled into the churning sea below!
"Liao!"
At that moment, a hand firmly seized his body, followed by a string of furious cursing carried on the howling wind,
"You're still clutching your camera at a time like this! Are you out of your goddamn mind?!"
Hearing this voice, Reporter Liao grinned. Several hands grabbed him and helped him up, and he felt his grip lighten as someone took the camera.
"Dammit, I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you be the only hero!" The photographer gritted his teeth. The two-hundred-plus-pound man shouldered the equipment and crouched low against the howling typhoon, standing firm.
"Liao, you okay?" Another person anxiously asked.
"I'm fine... Just took a fall." Reporter Liao slowly pulled himself up, one hand gripping the guardrail beside him, barely稳住ing himself against the wind.
He was about to say more when, in the distant sky, ten towering figures floated aloft. With a wave of Vishnu's hand, they streaked rapidly toward them!
As they drew closer, everyone finally saw their appearances... They didn't resemble living gods at all. Instead, they looked like patchwork fragments of severed limbs, their limbs connected by dense clusters of crimson insects—like puppets strung together, the two crimson eyeballs at their temples writhing madly, appearing utterly grotesque!
"Just as Future Wang Mian said... They collected the remaining Chief God corpses from numerous destroyed divine kingdoms and had the Black Goat make them into puppets." Shen Qingzhu, a cigarette dangling from his lips, spoke calmly in the wind, his eyes narrowing slightly. "The scenes of hell, reappearing......"
"If the Black Goat isn't eliminated, it'll always be a hidden menace." Hu Jia furrowed his brow.
"Mainly, its abilities are too disgusting... But it always stays with Chaos, so it's not easy to kill." Wang Mian shook his head. "Anyway, let's handle these few first."
"Looking at their attire, they appear to be Chief Gods from Takamagahara, stitched together." Shen Qingzhu pondered thoughtfully. "Did it carry back the mountain of corpses that Susanoo stood upon back then......"
"Shen Qingzhu, you don't have the Earth's Anchor aura about you. Be careful not to get corrupted by their presence." Wang Mian reminded from the side.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
The words fell. One gray, one black, one red—three Chief God-level figures strode out of Sunken Dragon Pass in unison, heading straight for those ten Chief God silhouettes!
Shen Qingzhu, Wang Mian, and Hu Jia released their divine might without reservation. Their auras collided with the pressure of the ten stitched-together Takamagahara Chief Gods. The churning sea surface instantly froze, as if torn apart, revealing a deep, dark fissure!