# 954
Chapter 955: Power of the Mountain God
Wu Xiangnan smiled, took two steps forward, and stood before the silver Chaos sphere.
"I'm starting." Wu Xiangnan spoke solemnly. "In a moment, you kill me. Make the blade quick."
"...Rest assured, no one's blade is faster than mine."
Wang Mian slowly placed his palm on the 【Mandarin Arrow】 at his waist.
Wu Xiangnan took a deep breath, extended his palm, and猛地 gripped the Chaos sphere before him. The moment his palm submerged into the silver light, his expression contorted violently!
Silver light flooded into his body frantically, and unprecedented agony seized his mind. But no matter how intense the pain, Wu Xiangnan did not withdraw his arm. Instead, he gritted his teeth and persisted, using his body to absorb more of the origin!
As the silver light poured in, his body gradually approached its limit. Wu Xiangnan's eyes widened wide, and he shouted:
"Kill me!"
Clang—!!
A blade gleam flashed from Wang Mian's waist, instantly severing Wu Xiangnan's head. Blood gushed forth.
With a dull thud, Wu Xiangnan's corpse crashed to the ground. Silver light churned within his body like a tide, gradually dimming.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... Time trickled by. After more than ten seconds, a streak of white light flew swiftly from the corpse and began reorganizing Wu Xiangnan's body.
During this process, large amounts of black impurities precipitated from the origin within his body, condensing into nauseating black liquid that flowed across the ground.
Within a breath's time, Wu Xiangnan had returned to normal.
First life.
Wu Xiangnan took a deep breath, the pain from Wang Mian's blade still lingering on his face. He closed his eyes and took a long moment to compose himself before adjusting his mindset.
"Continue."
He opened his eyes, his resolve firm, and extended his hand once more, reaching toward the silver origin...
...
Mount Fuji Summit.
Boom—!!
Two figures, one black and one red, rose from the shattered mountainside, charging toward the Corpse God's face from different directions!
Amemiya Haruki gripped 【Rainfall Collapse】, spinning half a rotation in mid-air. The surrounding rainwater instantly converged around him, merging into a massive ring-shaped water blade that slashed toward the Corpse God's neck!
The razor-sharp rainwater cut into the Corpse God's surface with an ear-piercing hum. A deep gash was carved into the body oozing black liquid, yet no blood flowed out. Instead, it诡异蠕动起来.
In an instant, jagged black fangs extended from both sides of the wound, transforming it directly into a massive mouth that snapped shut toward the descending Amemiya Haruki.
Bang!
Just then, Lady Wu stepped onto the Corpse God's body surface, sprinting vertically upward. Her crimson-red haori billowed wildly in the wind. She extended both hands, gripping the grotesque fangs on both sides tightly!
The snapping jaws instantly froze in place.
Lady Wu's eyes narrowed slightly. Her身形拧动, terrifying power transmitted from her hands directly, tearing this gap into twisted shapes. Cracks shot along the Corpse God's neck, directly penetrating a small half of its torso.
The Corpse God's body shuddered. Its sky-obscured figure stumbled backward several steps, sliding down hundreds of meters from the shattered Mount Fuji summit.
Countless rocks rolled from its feet to the ground. It quickly lifted that faceless face, the bloody fissure aimed at Amemiya Haruki and Lady Wu in mid-air, letting out a silent scream!
It raised those massive palms, slamming them together hard against its chest. Hands pressed together in prayer, a terrifying wave of divine power radiated outward from its center!
"What is it doing?"
Amemiya Haruki felt the terrifying fluctuation emanating from the Corpse God, his brow furrowing immediately.
"It's imitating the abilities this divine corpse possessed in life." Lady Wu contemplated for a moment before explaining. "This mountain sealed the loss of divine power, allowing the corpse beast born from the corpse to inherit nearly all of that Amatsukami's power...
What we face is not a corpse beast that merely inherited a god's brute strength, but a complete, resurrected god."
"A resurrected god, is it..." Amemiya Haruki glanced at the Corpse God frantically channeling divine power. "Then which Amatsukami is sealed beneath Mount Fuji?"
"Mountain God, Oyamatsumi."
The moment Lady Wu's words fell, the divine power tide surrounding the Corpse God had completely covered Mount Fuji and several kilometers of surrounding earth.
The hands pressed together in prayer before its chest slowly loosened, then, as if cradling something invisible, gradually lifted upward...
Hum—!!
The shattered Mount Fuji, along with the thick earth connected beneath it, shook violently. Gaping fissures rapidly spread across the mountain region.
In an instant, the earth quaked and mountains trembled!
A few seconds later, this entire mountain region was as if lifted by an invisible giant hand, forcibly severed from the earth, rising directly toward the sky!
As this mountain range—equivalent to several cities in size—rose, a massive shadow gradually enveloped all the city ruins below.
Countless rocks and dust fell from the floating mountain. Amidst the漫天砂石, countless paper cranes flew out, enveloping Yuzuri Nana, Furuhara Yoshiki, and Hoshimi Shota's forms, carrying them beyond the floating mountain.
Once the three landed steadily on the ground, Yuzuri Nana flicked the blade hilt in her hand, and the countless paper cranes converged into a thin blade body, which she sheathed.
Furuhara Yoshiki gazed up at the massive mountain slowly rising into the sky, unable to help but speak:
"That Corpse God actually carried such a huge mountain and flew directly into the sky!? Can those two defeat that monster?"
Beside him, Hoshimi Shota stared intently at the two figures in the sky, offering no answer. His eyes were filled with worry.
As the Corpse God's hands lifted, the mountain beneath Amemiya Haruki and Lady Wu crumbled inch by inch, transforming into countless cube-shaped stone blocks the height of thirty-story buildings, shooting up into the sky and weaving into an incomprehensibly massive spherical cage that surrounded them.
These cube-shaped stone blocks had charred black surfaces, hard as iron, layering upon layering outward, completely sealing off all escape routes for the two.
These stacked blocks obstructed all light shining down from the sky. Along with it, the torrential rain was also blocked— not a single drop of rainwater could penetrate the blockade of these stone blocks.
Amemiya Haruki's expression turned grim. In his vision, the heavens and earth had fallen into complete darkness. Only that massive silhouette remained standing at the mountain summit, hands cradling the mountain, exuding a hair-raising, terrifying aura.
The Corpse God faced the two below. Its hands slowly clenched, as if wanting to crush the ants between its palms into oblivion.
In that instant, the endless stone blocks encircling the two charged toward the center, compressing, shattering, then compressing again, until they formed a magnificent, towering mountain peak that, like swatting a fly, smashed them violently down toward the earth!