Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 481: A Human Cannon

"[Lunarflame Shot]!" Fire-attuned genetic energy burst from Sun Mengmeng's body as her body erupted in flames. She pulled her greatbow tau. Only a series of afterimages were visible of her hand as she shot countless arrows of purple flame of her bow, producing what seemed like a meteor shower that tinted the air purple and gave the valley a phantasmagorical appearance. The air turned dry and arid, as though a cataclysm was nigh.

Under the brilliant purple sky, the zombies began to burn, drowned in a sea of purple flame. The bridge that the zombies had hoped to erect with their bodies disintegrated; they trampled on each other in a mad rush to reach the Renhuang hunters.

The leader of the rock spirits and his retinue held the line, punching forward with their fists as they sent the zombies flying in all directions. As they continued to kill the zombies, a grey mist rose around them, boosting their defenses.

"[Netherworld's Gaze]!" Sun Mengmeng sent pillars of purplish-black flame flaring toward the skies. The pillars exploded in mid-air and transformed into a violet moon.

The rays of moonlight that the moon gave off were like purple arrows, piercing whatever they encountered.

The zombies began to gather together, assembling into a monstrous zombie hundreds of meters tall. The monster was formed from countless bodies and body parts, linked by genetic energy. The valley was only as deep as the monster's waist. It opened its mouth and roared, expelling a wave of sound and deep-red genetic energy.

The leader of the rock spirits stood firm against the attack like a bulwark, splitting the force of the energy in two. Such was the momentum of the attack that even his body was forced back, his feet creating two furrows in the ground, but he remained standing firm. His body turned a deep red, as though he were a piece of molten metal. Steam radiated from his body; he expended the spiritual matter he had gathered over the course of the battle.

"[The Nine Moons of the Underworld]!" Nine more flaming moons appeared in the sky, dyeing the world in shades of purple and black.

The nine flaming moons fell as they struck the gigantic zombie from nine different directions, igniting purple flame all over his body. The zombie began to disintegrate once again.

At least half the necromantic forces had been consumed by fire, but the extent of the army still seemed boundless. They came like the tides, as though they were the only survivors of a zombie apocalypse.

Glancing at the land polluted by bones and burning corpses, as well as the hordes of zombies about to overwhelm them, Sun Mengmeng frowned. "It really does look like an apocalypse."

"What's that?"

From a distance, they could hear what sounded like peals of thunder. A ball composed of zombies was rolling its way over to the Renhuang forces, adding more and more zombies to its mass as it rolled over them, growing larger and larger like a snowball.

"Take this—[Netherworld's Torrential Flame]!" Sun Mengmeng's right hand, with which she drew back her bow, blurred. A frightening fan of flames poured out from Sun Mengmeng's bow, an attack far stronger than the purple moon she had summoned.

The flames raced across the air and struck the ball of zombies, which rolled left to evade the attack. Nevertheless, the torrent of flame continued chasing after the ball, Sun Mengmeng's hands moving as fast as ever as she poured more and more genetic energy into the attack.

While she still had stamina, this frightening attack wouldn't come to an end.

As her attack landed a direct hit, the ball of zombies began to lose momentum.

Nevertheless, it had grown to such a large size that it was able to bear the brunt of the attack as it continued to roll toward the forces of Renhuang. When she saw the ball drawing close, Sun Mengmeng was forced to change her tactics.

"[Lunarflame Shot: Ninefold Phantasmagoria]." Her surroundings began to burn with dark red flames. Nine purplish-black phoenixes rose around her and honed in on the ball of zombies, causing it to explode as they struck it directly. Zombies were sent flying like raindrops all throughout the valley—perhaps intentionally, in order to launch at least a few zombies up the valley and toward the Renhuang forces.

The hunters behind Sun Mengmeng immediately charged forward to clear some space for her. Sun Mengmeng gulped down a vial of stamina potion the Yeluo had specially prepared.

"[Lunarflame Shot]!" Purplish-black flames gathered on Sun Mengmeng's bow once again, forming an arrow of pure black.

Unlike Moyan's black flames, which devoured all light, Sun Mengmeng's flames radiated darkness instead. The image of a golden garuda, limned in black, appeared behind her.

As she loosed her arrow, it seemed to transform into a beam of light, moving so quickly that it bypassed the constraints of time and space. The ball of zombies never stood a chance; the attack pierced through it and two more balls gathering on the horizon. All three burst into flame and disintegrated into ashes.

More and more zombie balls began to form, and the rock spirits and remaining hunters found themselves starting to get overwhelmed. The entire valley shook as the balls exploded, raining zombies all over.

Sun Mengmeng's eyes turned sharp, and her bow once again burst into flames.

She pulled it taut, and the two wings on either side of the bow extended to three times its usual size. A bird's haunted call pierced the air as Sun Mengmeng's spirit resonated with her peak-grade soulshard weapon.

"[Lunarflame Shot: Extirpation of the Garuda]!"

As Sun Mengmeng infused her genetic energy into the bow, the image of a garuda appeared behind her. She released her arrow, which morphed into a human-faced, golden-winged bird in mid-air, radiating red light as it arced through the skies. It began to pulse with red fire, brimming with such energy that it seemed as though it would set the world aflame.

Three zombies suddenly emerged from deep within the valley. Unlike the other zombies, these moved agilely and rapidly, appearing in front of the garuda almost in the blink of an eye and pummeling it with their fists.

Fire rained down from the skies, but with far less intensity than before. Six zombies gathered, with a black figure at their center.

Sun Mengmeng glanced at the newcomer calmly. "You've arrived."

The black-robed sura Shicang slowly descended from the heavens. "Impressive, to be able to predict my arrival."

Sun Mengmeng laughed. "Of course you had to come—if you didn't, all your zombies would have perished."