Is that a Wisp?

Chapter 1562 Four Trump Cards

The Spark was a purely destructive ability that converted a cultivator's entire foundation into a destructive force that annihilated everything in its immediate vicinity.

Even the explosion resulting from a Godly Fusion Realm cultivator was strong enough to injure a Nascent God Realm cultivator. It was a destructive strength capable of skipping three cultivation realms.

And the stronger one's foundation, the greater the destructive strength unleashed. So, what of the Mong Realm Gods with the greatest of foundation?

As the Mong Realm's Realm Ability was to revive the Gods, it allowed them to abuse the power of the Spark and turn into suicidal bombs, delivering all their power instantly to unleash the greatest damage.

Moreover, they could easily revive. After all, they themselves had been the cause of their deaths and not the Primordial Beasts. In short, their Realm Ability was still functional.

This was one of the major reasons the Mong Realm was confident in killing the Primordial Beasts. Even if their strength proved lacking, they could carpet bomb the Primordial Beasts into annihilation.

And now, the strength of the entire Greater Universe was concentrated on Warakh, the White Tiger, as the dozen Mong Realm Gods exploded in her mouth, resulting in a catastrophic explosion that actually vaporized a good fraction of her mouth.

"Ga… hh… ah!" Warakh failed to even let out a complete scream, for her throat had been damaged from the attack.

"It's working!" Dur-Te-Sara said, clenching her hand into a fist as her eyes shone viciously. "For daring to kill my husband, you'll pay dearly."

"More! Rush into her! Annihilate her!"

"Yes!" The Mong Realm Gods roared in response as they jumped into the Rune Realm, appearing out of the portals that manifested throughout Warakh's body as they exploded one after another.

"Kieeee!" Warakh wasn't able to use her terrifying speed to escape, constricted by the Divine Deities.

As her body was tremendously huge, the Divine Deities were able to hold her back without becoming collateral damage under the suicidal attacks of the Mong Realm Gods.

And that wasn't all.

Standing at the very front of Warakh was the Dolk Realm Champion, having already activated his Champion state. Moreover, he had also wholly borrowed the power of the Lak Realm and the Fon Realm Champion, using their representative laws to unleash terrifying attacks that hindered her from escaping.

Mental Attack!

All the weaker Gods that couldn't participate in the fight supported with Mental Energy attacks, targeting her mind to delay her actions as much as possible.

"She's not suffering as much damage!" Dur-Te-Sara grunted in annoyance, for Warakh's body was just too huge. Even with a few dozen Mong Realm Gods exploding on her body, the damage sustained still wasn't enough to critically injure her.

A moment's delay would allow her to break free of the encirclement and escape outside, allowing her to come in contact with the spatial storm that would regenerate her body rapidly.

At least here, any spatial storm that she attracted was absorbed by the Divine Deities and converted into power that constricted her further.

Boom!

The Mong Realm's infamous Satellite Realm Cannons aimed and shot terrifying beams at her face, riddling her with further injuries.

Rawr!

Warakh slashed forth with her paws, unleashing a terrifying energy swipe that was strong enough to destroy entire Satellite Realms, aiming at the Satellite Realm Cannons.

But suddenly, a spatial storm barrier formed around the Satellite Realm Cannons, bursting from the attack but managing to protect them from harm.

Of course, all four Greater Realms were in on this, having pooled their resources to strengthen their collective might in total.

The Mong Realm would cause their Gods to unleash suicidal attacks to wound their opponents as quickly as possible. The Kun Realm was in charge of the defense, creating a spatial storm barrier as and when necessary to protect their strategic weapons.

The Garg Realm was in charge of moving the Divine Deities and all other Satellite Realm weapons the fastest, thereby allowing them to move at speeds on par with the White Tiger.

And finally, the TTT worked on the energy balance of the various realms, preventing Warakh from getting a reading on their Godly Energy to perform a counter.

With four Realm Abilities in place, their combined strength was on a whole other level.

Of course, this also revealed their glaring weakness.

Realm Ability, Divine Deities, Satellite Realm Weapons, and the Champions. These were all the trump cards of the four Greater Realms. They didn't have anything beyond that to rely upon.

Of course, Warakh caught on quickly, enduring the attacks as her eyes gleamed cunningly, watching the extent of attacks unleashed by the various Mong Realm Gods' suicidal charges. 'If this is the level of the strongest Gods, then there's nothing to worry about. It's impossible for them to win.'

'Indeed, the God King was an exception,' she thought, unleashing a mystical energy wavelength to communicate with Turmul, "How's the situation on your side?"

"I'm facing two troublesome flies, but give me an hour. That should be more than enough to deal with them. They're strong but nowhere near Tallo's level," Turmul the Tiangou replied, asking, "I heard your scream, though. Are you alright?"

"I'm severely beaten up, but it's fine. I should last for a couple more hours before the damage becomes critical." Warakh replied. "Considering the extent of resources and energy they are burning up to fight, they don't wish to use up everything to kill me since they are also gunning to kill you next."

"So, help me once you deal with those flies."

"Alright, just hang in there," Turmul said in concern. "Tell me if it gets dangerous. I'm still uninjured. I don't mind suffering a few injuries to break you out of there."

"What the… are you flirting with me now?" Warakh asked in surprise.

"Of course not! I'm just acting in line with Zeit's orders. He's the strongest out of us all, you know."

Ignorant of their conversation, countless Gods threw everything they had at Warakh, intending to contribute something, even at least a little. Unfortunately, the attacks of anyone not a Champion or on the level of Wally and the Mong Realm's left and right hands failed to even scratch Warakh.

Staring at the scene, Dur-Te-Sara was nervous, transmitting a Mental Energy stream, "Feifei, how's it coming along? Is she trapped yet?"

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