Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 546: Disaster-Grade Transformation

Only when Zhu saw Zhang Lie's surroundings calming down did she finally dare to approach.

"What happened to you just now?"

Zhang Lie didn't reply. He sent a casual punch to his right, away from where Zhu was standing. He used no technique and barely any force.

A huge boom caused the sea and sky to tremble. The sound waves that resulted struck them both. Over the distance, the surface of the sea erupted in a wave hundreds of meters tall.

Wave after wave shook the sea. The seawater exploded into the air and dropped back down as rain, causing the surface of the sea to cave in, as though a large part of the ocean had been eaten up.

Zhu stared open-mouthed at the scene. Although Zhang Lie could have caused such a commotion with his original strength, he wouldn't have been able to do so so casually.

She could clearly sense the growth in his abilities. In the past, he had seemed to her like a boundless ocean, wide without end, deep without bottom. Now, however, Zhang Lie felt like a burning sun.

Even the boundless ocean would vaporize under his infinite energy and relentless heat. No one would be able to touch him; even looking directly at him made one's eyes burn.

Zhang Lie clenched his fists as he felt the power frolicking through his body, the tremendous strength that seeped into his very bones. He didn't know just how strong he had become, but he was certain nowhere in the second realm was closed to him now. Even if another whirlpool tyrant were to appear, he would be able to take it on easily without his golden qilin transformation.

Zhang Lie retrieved a set of clothes from his potbellied-toad soulshard and threw it toward Zhu.

"Change into these clothes and let's set off."

Zhang Lie's attitude toward Zhu had changed considerably. She knew more about the seas than he had expected, and he had only found his second disaster-grade lifeform because of her presence.

Zhang Lie's trust in her was now far higher than his trust in the compilation of the monarch of stars. For one thing, he wouldn't have learnt of the seven forbidden zones of the sea without her.

Zhu nodded as she climbed up onto the moonlight wyrm. Her face red, she asked, "Can you turn around?"

Zhang Lie nodded. To be frank, given the development in his sensory organs, he would be able to sense her actions keenly even from a hundred meters away.

Zhu quickly put on her new outfit, but it was rather too large—her body was much smaller than Zhang Lie's, after all.

After a long and tiring battle, followed by an even more strenuous transformation, Zhang Lie didn't want to continue flying. Zhang Lie snapped his fingers. "Whitey, let's head onward to our next location!"

Whitey nodded. It swam toward the main half of the whirlpool tyrant's body and began to push it along. Ever since the fight against the monarch of stars, Whitey had been able to take on material form.

The whirlpool tyrant's body was crystalline in nature, and it wouldn't release any nauseating odors even in death. It was able to float on the sea because of its relatively low density.

The reason Zhang Lie wanted to bring the whirlpool tyrant's body with them was in order to repel weaker lifeforms. If any disaster-grade lifeforms were to approach him, however, so much the better.

Zhu asked curiously, "Now that the whirlpool tyrant's dead, will the whirlpool strait no longer have any whirlpools?"

"Perhaps not at night, but there are still those scallop-like lifeforms during the day."

Zhu asked, "Where are we going next?"

"To a nearby village so you can get a new change of clothes."

According to the monarch of stars' map, there was a nearby location that had a peak- or higher-grade lifeform. Since it was on the way, Zhang Lie decided to go have a look.

Back in the sura lands, after the gathering of the sura, the generals of each sura kingdom's army began rallying their forces toward Renhuang.

"Renhuang has created a poison that will doom us sura. This is a war for the survival of the sura—if we don't destroy Renhuang, we will be destroyed! It's us or the humans—only one race will survive this war!"

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The sura kings exaggerated the development of the Yeluo poison and depicted Renhuang as a den of evil. This was a common strategy—to vilify your opponents and, by extension, to sanctify yourself. The sura kings even made use of the unusual phenomenon that had appeared in the skies overnight.

"That phenomenon was an omen from the heavens, a sign from the asura themselves! We have to destroy Renhuang—we have to win this war!"

The sura kingdoms began sending their forces toward Renhuang. The five sura monarchs combined their strength and set up a military headquarters from which they would command the upcoming battle.

The monarch of the moon announced proudly, "The last group of sura forces has just set off. Over a thousand sura kingdoms are attacking Renhuang simultaneously, with over a hundred million combined forces!

"This will be a war of unimaginable scale. Given our numbers, the tiny Renhuang has no chance of success at all. Even if it somehow gains the cooperation of all the alien races in the sura realm, their forces will perish just by the sheer discrepancy in our numbers."

The monarch of the sun frowned. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

The monarch of the moon chuckled at himself. "I apologize. I've been making too many speeches as of late, and I'm starting to believe my own drivel too."

The monarch of the sky asked, "What do all of you think about this battle?"

The monarch of the moon shrugged. "What else? Who can withstand the might of a hundred million sura?"

The monarch of the sun frowned. "Who knows? No one believed that Renhuang would be able to survive a seven-kingdom coalition, but it continues to stand. When the empire of stars sent its forces against Renhuang, the monarch of stars had to believe that victory was assured—but once again, Renhuang emerged unscathed."

He narrowed his eyes. "Let's observe the battle carefully. Renhuang has to die, no matter what. We'll have these sura kings test the waters for us."

What the sura kings didn't know was that the sura monarchs were simply treating them like cannon fodder; to them, the sura kings were so numerous and so weak that they might as well be ants.