Ultragene Warlord

rgy in his body was unstable to begin with.

Gritting his teeth and bearing the unbelievable discomfort, he tossed out the lance in his hand.

The lance shot toward Zhang Lie like a blood-colored fireball, and he could sense the threat to his life.

“[First Form: Parting the River]!” Zhang Lie raised his golden blade high into the sky.
As he charged up his attack, the blade began to gleam brighter and brighter, as though a ray of light were impinging upon it from the heavens.
With one casual slice, Zhang Lie drew a line in the air.

A strike that could part sky and mountain clashed against Xuechi's blood flames.
Zhang Lie was forced back; his feet made furrows in the ground.
The black sun behind him shone with light through its corona, augmenting Zhang Lie's strength further.

The golden blade gleamed even more brightly, and a faint trace of the roc could be glimpsed from its surface.

Zhang Lie let out a howl as he intensified his attack.

The blood-red flames continued clashing against Zhang Lie's sword strike.
The ground tore and cracked where the two attacks met, and the will of the world descended on the match.
It set up a barricade of light around the fight, cordoning it off from the rest of the world.

Xuechi's blood-red lance began to crack and break.
He dropped his lance and pulled out the sword by his waist.
The flames burned even more brightly.

The barricade set up by the will of the world was penetrated by blood-colored light, which struck Xuechi and turned him into a deity of blood.

The flames of blood grew brighter and denser, and the sura king Xuechi's appearance was hidden from sight.
He realized that he would lose this conflict if it dragged out any longer, so he would end it with one blow at full strength.

The sura king leapt high into the air, transforming into a fiery meteor of blood, one which shone down on the entirety of the sura realm as though it were the natural color of the night sky.

“[Rune: Resonate]!” The image of a dragonturtle appeared before Zhang Lie as four runic tablets crashed down around the sura king, forming a black formation around him.
They began to resonate as one, sending ripples that melded with the sky and forming an absolute domain over all things within.

Zhang Lie patted away the dust on his clothes and raised his head with some shock.

This was the first time he had seen his four-tablet formation be unable to lock down an enemy completely.
Surprisingly, the dark red flames were still fighting against the sealing power from Zhang Lie's tablets.

Xuechi had halted for barely a moment under the four tablets' onslaught, but that one moment was enough.
Zhang Lie's wings sprouted from behind as he soared into the air.

 Blood-red flames followed Zhang Lie up into the sky, and the barrier that the will of the world had set up cracked and splintered in an instant.
The remaining bloodwinged dragon riders, still fending off the attacks from the citizens of Renhuang, were swept away by the force of the blow.

A dark red mushroom cloud dyed the sky a garish red.
Before the explosion reached him, Zhang Lie had activated both his blood ant and forest wolfman soulshards, Except for some singed fur, the explosion had hardly affected him.

A large crater remained on the ground, and blood-red flames continued to burn within.
The sura king Xuechi flopped around the center of the crater like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing without any words coming out.