Chapter 2089: 869, Three Breaths, God-Slaying Divine Beast_2
Standing on the green stone, Han Muye saw the battle unfolding before him.

There weren’t five divine beasts, but eight.

Only the remaining divine beasts had impure bloodline power, slightly stronger than the Black Tiger Demon subdued by Zhu Rong.

Four divine beasts, each ten zhang in size, surrounded a single-footed, double-winged fiery red flying beast in the center.

Bi Fang.

Single foot, double wings, body trailed by flames—this was the primordial divine beast Bi Fang.

It was also the divine beast that the little guy in the basket had been led to by the call of its bloodline.

Behind Bi Fang, slightly smaller in size, was a colorful feathered flying beast shimmering with dazzling light.

That was the Flying Cloud Beast, the little guy’s mother.

Clearly, Bi Fang was now protecting the Flying Cloud Beast behind him.

It seemed that the totem beast of the Huangyan Tribe was not without support, just caught off guard.

Bi Fang was the reinforcement for the Flying Cloud Beast.

The four divine beasts besieging Bi Fang included one with the body of a dragon and the head of a snake, likely the Viper. Another had the head of a tiger and body of a wolf, its long fangs emitting a chilling cold; it was the primordial divine beast, the Cloud Cat.

The other two had thick shells on their backs, similar to the divine beast Baxia, the Glass Turtles.

The four Glass Turtles had extremely strong defense, positioned at the front. The Cloud Cat, quick-moving, kept striking, while the Viper waited for an opportune moment to move, having the greatest killing potential of the four divine beasts.

The grey mist exhaled by the Viper covered the surrounding space, leaving only phantom images, with the Cloud Cat’s swift strikes causing only shadows to flicker.

As for the two Glass Turtles, they withdrew into their shells, using their long tails like whips, each strike accompanied by a swooshing sound.

In front of them, Bi Fang’s whole body quaked with flames. Whenever its wings unfolded, fiery clouds would collide and ward off all attacks.

When it leapt up on its single leg, each stomp was certain to force the approaching Cloud Cat into a panicked evasive maneuver.

Even the Glass Turtles, sheltered within their shells, dared not let Bi Fang’s solitary foot strike them, carefully dodging and weaving.

This was in the Desolate Wilderness, where the suppressive force of heaven and earth was extremely strong. In other worlds, the bodies of these divine beasts would have already transformed into a towering ten thousand zhang tall.

Without the suppression of heaven and earth, every strike from these divine beasts would shatter stars, and a whole star system could be instantly destroyed.

This is the difference between the Upper Plane and the Lower Plane; battles in the Upper Plane focus more on origin power and are far more perilous.

The arrival of Han Muye caused a slight pause in the battlefield.

Bi Fang looked towards Han Muye, a glint of Flowing Light flashing in its tricolored eyes.

The Flying Cloud Beast behind it let out a mournful cry and flapped its wings gently.

Among those four divine beasts, the Viper hissed twice and two figures hidden at the back charged towards Han Muye.

These two were the same as the Flying Cloud Beast that had not sensed the powerful bloodline power before.

One was covered in gray-white fur with a white mane on its head called a Liuyun Colt, and the other was an Ironclad Monkey, scales covering its body, with sharp limbs and a fierce face.

Both were mutated beasts with a hint of divine beast bloodline, each of their tribes not lacking in strength.

A blue light burst from the Liuyun Colt’s horn, splitting into countless ropes, shooting towards Han Muye.

The Ironclad Monkey, with scales forming armored plates around its body, launched shiny and sharp golden-black discs, rapidly spinning towards Han Muye to sweep across.

Without a word, they attacked.

This was the Desolate Wilderness—there were no rules to be spoken of.

In front of Han Muye, ropes materialized from thin air, and sharp iron scales approached.

The ropes appeared flimsy, but once they ensnared their target, even a perfected intermediate divine beast would be trapped momentarily.

As for the spinning scales, they had the power to tear apart a mountain. Now concentrated here, they had blocked all potential paths for Han Muye to dodge.

The compressive force of the primordial world did not mean these divine beasts weren’t strong.

Whether it was origin power or combat technique, awareness, these divine beasts remained incredibly formidable.

Han Muye’s gaze settled ahead as the bloodline power that had lain dormant within him suddenly surged.

“Boom—”

Crimson flames wrapped around him, transforming into a dragon!

This was the display of his Golden Crow clan’s bloodline power, now purified to its ultimate extent!

Flames, crimson flames.

Origin!

The pale blue ropes hadn’t even come within ten zhang of Han Muye before being enveloped by the flames, instantly ignited, and then rolled back towards the Liuyun Colt.

Such flames could not be extinguished; within moments, they set the Liuyun Colt’s mane ablaze.

On the other side, the encircling flames blocked the incoming scales.

With each inch the scales advanced, they became hotter.

By the time they reached three zhang from Han Muye, all the spinning scales had turned into molten iron, dripping down.

The Ironclad Monkey that had shot out the scales trembled all over, howling in pain as it fell to the ground.

The Liuyun Colt was even more wretched, rolling on the ground trying to extinguish the flames on its head, to no avail.

How could such Golden Crow Divine Flames be extinguished?

“Golden Crow?”

“There’s still Golden Crow power in the Wasteland?”

“Isn’t the Golden Crow now just a small clan, exiled to the shores of the East Sea?”

The four divine beasts, including the Viper, besieging Bi Fang paid no attention to whether the Liuyun Colt and Ironclad Monkey lived or died; they were more curious about Han Muye having the power of the Golden Crow.

Han Muye’s eyes swept over the scene; he leapt up, raising his long spear.

Above the long spear, the original green color was covered by flames, and the Golden Crow Divine Flame condensed into a radiant spear light that spanned tens of thousands of feet.

The spear’s edge swept across, aiming to twist and kill toward the long tail of a Glass Turtle.

“Sizzle—”

The sharp edge of the spear collided with the long tail of the Glass Turtle, the flames on the spear wrapped around the tail, causing the Glass Turtle to roll in panic.

Having just undergone a significant tempering, Han Muye had realized that the Powers of Wind, Thunder, Water, and Fire are the foundational Origin Forces of the Desolate Wilderness, far surpassing even the bloodline powers of divine beasts.

This was an Origin Force that could directly contend with the immense strength of the Dragon Crocodile’s physical body and bloodline.

Perhaps is the support pillar of Origin Force mostly the same in every Upper Plane?

This thought flashed through the mind of Han Muye, who had once made a move in the Azure Heaven Plane.

“Boom—”

The spear’s edge smashed onto the back of the Glass Turtle, flipping its body over.

As Han Muye hovered midair, he turned the spear, casting his glance toward the Cloud Cat, which had steadied itself and was watching him cautiously.

“Bi Fang, if I move to restrain the Cloud Cat, three breaths – is that enough time for you to kill the Viper?”

Han Muye’s gaze remained unswerving as he spoke directly.

Three breaths, to kill the Viper?

These words from Han Muye caused all the divine beasts present to be taken aback.

Restrain the Cloud Cat, whose speed was incredibly fast, for three breaths.

And use that time to kill the Viper.

The crucial point was whether such cooperation was really viable?

If what Han Muye said was a lie, then Bi Fang, who would have made his full effort, might have to pay a huge price.

The Flying Cloud Beast behind Bi Fang lightly flapped its wings, looking at Bi Fang.

The Viper slightly retracted its head, a low growl in its throat as the clouds around it became denser.

Stars twinkled in the eyes of the Cloud Cat, and several phantom figures emerged around its form.

In this moment, all the divine beasts began to move.

The arrival of Han Muye had brought tremendous pressure.

“Roar—”

The voice of Bi Fang rose, its wings spread wide as it clawed straight toward the Viper’s head.

It really made its move!

The Viper’s eyes flashed with ferocity as it opened its mouth, a grey-black bead flying out, colliding with Bi Fang’s sole foot.

It sought nothing else but to hold out for three breaths.

At that moment, the Cloud Cat had also sprung into action, its legs carrying the power to tear through the void, rushing towards Bi Fang.

If Han Muye couldn’t stop it, Bi Fang would certainly die.

Even if Han Muye could block it, if he couldn’t hold out for three breaths, then Bi Fang would undoubtedly be severely injured.

The situation changed so drastically in a split second that the surrounding void trembled, and the suppressive power of heaven and earth was directly invoked, with space rapidly disintegrating.

The force that three divine beasts unleashed simultaneously caught the attention of the power of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the hand that Han Muye had used to hold the long spear suddenly released its grip.

At his fingertips, a clear light of Cloudlight appeared.

Three golden horizontal stripes flowed at his fingertips and then pressed towards the Cloud Cat.

These three divine patterns were from the altar of the Blazing Prairie Tribe.

To suppress the Cloud Cat with divine patterns!

The three divine patterns transformed into a flaming giant palm, smashing down with one fell swoop.

The Cloud Cat’s body had not yet reached Bi Fang when a huge palm struck it from above, smashing it into the ground.

On the ground, stones tumbled, and the ten-foot body of the Cloud Cat was embedded within mud and rock, its blood surging.

Above, Bi Fang, who had originally clawed toward the head of the Viper, suddenly changed direction and with a fierce stomp crashed down onto the body of the Cloud Cat.

“Crack—”

A grating sound of bones breaking reverberated.

Bi Fang lifted its sole foot.

“Crack—”

Then it crashed down fiercely once more.

With this stomp, it stepped on the head of the Cloud Cat.

Visibly, the Cloud Cat’s Origin Force began to dissipate.

At this point, from the move, it was about three breaths.

Three breaths, and the Viper remained unharmed.

The divine beast, Cloud Cat, had fallen.

A light smile was on Han Muye’s face as he looked at Bi Fang in front of him.

“Three breaths, I’ll engage the Viper while you make your move—”

His gaze then turned toward the Glass Turtle that had just flipped over.

Bi Fang spread its wings and soared into the sky.