The Strongest War God-Chapter 1642 - The Strongest Forbidden Art
Chapter 1642: The Strongest Forbidden Art
Chapter 1642: The Strongest Forbidden Art Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As long as one grasped even a fraction of understanding of this path, it could benefit them for a lifetime.
Borhati Kadeye was shocked and infuriated.Â
He had never known that Braedy Leite cultivated in the path of time.Â
The information he had received was completely inaccurate.
There were certainly demons lurking within the human camp.Â
However, this detail was trivial.Â
Throughout all sectors of the human race, once someone entered the upper echelons, they underwent rigorous scrutiny.Â
Traitors aligning with demons were neither tolerated nor elevated to higher ranks.Â
Without access to the upper echelons, obtaining classified information was out of the question.
Braedy’s sword appeared slow, yet it pierced through time.
One strike shattered Borhati.
With that single attack, Borhati was compelled to reveal his true form.
A pink snake!
Truly a mutant.
Its body lacked scales, pink from head to tail, resembling a bizarre, ten-thousand-meter-long sausage.
Sporting three heads, it exuded a fierce aura.
“A mutant species,” remarked Braedy.
“You haven’t inherited the bloodline of the nine-headed snake tribe.
Instead, you’ve inherited traits from your mother’s earthworm bloodline.
No wonder the nine-headed snake tribe disdains you!”
“Die!” Borhati roared furiously, unleashing boundless ferocity.
The colossal serpent surged forward, growing even more formidable.
Braedy remained undaunted, intentionally provoking Borhati.Â
His objective was to prevent the snake from escaping.
Today, he would slay this snake.
The clash between these two nirvana-level beings reverberated across nearby galaxies.
Borhati commanded a demon army camp, with over a hundred million demon beasts swelling forth like a tidal wave.
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Despite the presence of a defensive killing formation, such formations were susceptible to erosion and depletion.
Moreover, Borhati had brought along nine path-returning realm beings and twenty eternal realm beings.
These elite forces are more than capable of assaulting the human camp.Â
However, thanks to the defensive killing formation, the pressure on the Northern Army was significantly alleviated.
“Banished immortals, reinforce the various armies,” Braydon Neal commanded coldly, hands clasped behind his back.
The banished immortals, wearing serene masks, quietly integrated into the ranks of the armies.Â
Their objective was clear: to minimize casualties across the board.
Braydon sensed that they were on the brink of a brutal conflict.
Countless demon armies systematically dismantled array platforms one by one, surging toward the entire Meteor Sea.Â
As demon beasts fell to the killing formation, those behind trampled over their fallen kin, relentlessly advancing.Â
Some beasts, influenced by the red light, turned on their own kind, only to be swiftly dispatched by eternal realm and path-returning realm warriors to prevent them from impeding the army.
Both demons and humans had honed a mature strategy over years of warfare to manage such battlefield scenarios.Â
Demon beasts continued to fall in droves, their bodies scattering like a meteor shower across the battlefield, transforming the Meteor Sea into a warzone within moments.
In the midst of the chaos, half of the 20,000-mile radius killing formation had already been breached.
“Ten Thousand Transformations!” Braydon stepped forward, hands still behind his back.
Swoosh!
All demi-human experts turned their attention to him, a hint of fear flickering deep within their eyes.
“Ten Thousand Transformations” evoked dread.
Boom!
Numerous Dharma Idols manifested in the starry sky.
Ten thousand supremacies stood shoulder to shoulder.
A hushed silence enveloped the battlefield.
“Ten Thousand Transformations!
How can they stand side by side?!” exclaimed the path-returning elder in horror.
“Ten Thousand Transformations!
Is this the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art?” echoed another path-returning elder, fear evident in his voice.
Having read about the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art in ancient texts, they knew its dreadfulness—when one could wield their own power to embody ten thousand paths and ascend to the pinnacle of the universe.
However, never before had it been mentioned that 10,000 paths could stand side by side!
“Ywasi Fox and his son deceived us!” The path-returning elder fumed.
The little fox had concealed some information, keeping it to himself.
It was clear that Braydon did not employ the original Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art.
Severely wounded by Braedy’s three strikes, Borhati was no match for him.Â
Though there seemed little difference between seven and nine levels of nirvana, the disparity in strength was immense.Â
Moreover, Braedy was far from weak—he hailed from the headquarters, capable of slaying demons of lower realms, including Borhati.
Braedy’s three swords nearly ended Borhati’s life.Â
His snake-like body shattered into thousands of pieces.Â
Braedy raised his hand, and nirvana fire swept forth, denying Borhati any chance of recovery.Â
The ancient sword pierced through Borhati’s head, pinning it to the void.
“Braedy, next time we meet, I will kill you!” Borhati’s roar echoed indignantly.
Bang!
His body exploded into a mist of blood.Â
His essence dispersed, not returning to the black planet but escaping into the depths of the universe.Â
Even Braedy could not prevent it, as a trace of blood could regenerate.Â
There was no way to halt its escape!
Creatures beyond the eternal realm were exceedingly difficult to dispatch, save by those two realms higher.Â
For instance, nirvana cultivators could easily dispatch eternal cultivators.Â
While cultivators of the same level could defeat one another and destroy their eternal bodies, killing them was another matter entirely.
Braedy had easily triumphed in the nirvana-realm battle.Â
Yet, discerning eyes could tell something was amiss—his prematurely aging silver hair hinted at an underlying physical issue.
The clash of nirvana-realm cultivators had concluded.Â
The demon camp commander had already fled, leaving chaos in the ranks of the surging demon army.Â
Defeat loomed palpably among the remaining beasts, who were not foolish—they understood that so long as nirvana realm cultivators lived, they controlled the battle.
If a top-tier expert were to attack, it would spell massacre for all the demon beasts.
Braydon had already taken action.Â
Under the ten thousand transformations, the Dharma Idol stood tall between heaven and earth, striking at the demon army.
Rebel attack!
Each strike from the Dharma Idols claimed the lives of groups of demon beasts.Â
The real threats to Braydon were the ten path-returning realm entities.Â
In their initial skirmish, over ten Dharma Idols fell swiftly to these path-returning beings.
Braedy struck.Â
The palm of destruction didn’t kill but dispersed his body.Â
With a wave, nirvana fire surged forth.Â
An infection with nirvana fire spelled near-certain death for a path-returning cultivator.Â
Yet, as a path-returning cultivator, faced with his entire body engulfed, he decisively severed his own body and fled.
Braedy didn’t pursue.Â
The war’s outcome held the utmost importance.Â
The demon race lacked not only nirvana realm cultivators but also path-returning cultivators.
With the ancient sword in hand, Braedy slew the black planet, charging alone into the demon camp.Â
He engaged in a ruthless massacre, showing no mercy.
The eight million soldiers of the Northern Army unleashed their mythical vines.
The mythical vines erupted!
Even the weakest mythical vine, with four ten-thousand-meter-long tentacles, was immense.Â
Its tentacles could withstand the onslaught of a middle-grade saint weapon.Â
Like the hand of a demon god, the mythical vine surged through the battlefield, exerting a powerful suppressive effect on the demon beasts.
The little fool was covered in blood, his black clothes now stained crimson.Â
Gripping two swords, his eyes burned with icy resolve as he advanced, cutting down swathes of giant beast corpses beneath his feet.
The 13th legion was at the forefront, their soldiers brimming with arrogance.
Arrogant soldiers were akin to an iron-clad army on the battlefield.
With their lieutenant commander leading the charge, one hundred thousand soldiers surged toward the demon army!
