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Chapter 492 - 492 An Mie Crushed—Flesh Falls Like Meteor Rain
Chapter 492 An Mie Crushed—Flesh Falls Like Meteor Rain
Shen Mo had long foreseen An Mie's appearance.
He was fully prepared.
Now, An Mie was clearly not in his peak state.
This was the perfect chance to kill him!
If he could slay him, the military merit he would gain would be astronomical!
A heaven-sent opportunity like this—how could he let it slip? 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
"You're finished!"
With a low roar, Shen Mo unleashed a surge of spiritual power and blood energy.
The trunk of the Primordial Elephant curled back, condensing a divine spear!
The River of Undeath surged and roared, as two-colored strange flames intertwined!
Netherworld Holy Spear!
Falling Star of the Wastelands!
Two overwhelming Dharma Manifestation martial techniques burst forth with the power to shatter heaven and earth, completely engulfing the space within several thousand zhang around An Mie!
The dim skies of the Demon Suppression Sea's fourth layer were ripped open by the sheer force of those two strikes.
Blazing light illuminated the entire region for thousands of li around the Vermilion Bird 41st Outpost—turning night into day!
Countless Demon Suppression Guards witnessed the two divine techniques.
Reflected in their pupils was the image of An Mie's face twisted with fury and shock.
"Damn it, such terrifying power!"
An Mie's heart trembled as he cursed.
As one of the most ferocious and battle-hardened among the Ten Great Sky Demons...
He had vast experience.
Even before the two Dharma Manifestation techniques struck him, he had already sensed their horrifying destructive might.
But the range and power of these two moves were beyond anything he had ever seen in his life!
Now, there was no time to dodge or escape.
All he could do was burn every last drop of demonic energy, unleash the full force of his remaining authority, and launch a desperate counterattack—for even a sliver of survival.
"I won't die here!"
An Mie's muscles swelled madly, as if countless giant worms were writhing beneath his skin.
Muscle ballooned, bones cracked, veins bulged.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Unable to bear the strain, his skin suddenly tore open.
Demonic blood sprayed in all directions.
The moment it touched the ground, acrid smoke rose with a sizzling sound.
Just like boiling oil poured onto raw flesh.
An Mie's body rapidly expanded, shooting up to over three hundred zhang tall!
His last remaining tentacle alone stretched across the sky, filled with catastrophic might!
"I can block it! I am the Lord of Fury! The third-ranked Great Sky Demon!"
An Mie roared, swinging his tentacle with full force.
Boom!
A deafening explosion split the heavens.
Chunks of stone fell from the sky.
They smashed into the outpost's defensive array, rippling layer after layer of protective light.
Bang!
A massive chunk of bloody flesh suddenly flew down at high speed, slamming into the barrier.
The light flickered violently.
And in an instant—dimmed.
Ying Ye, Ao Hong, Tang Zhanmo, and the other Demon Suppression Guards were stunned and instinctively looked up.
Suddenly, countless black dots filled their vision.
Larger and larger.
They instantly realized—those weren't dots.
They were enormous chunks of flesh!
Tang Zhanmo shouted, "Top-grade spirit stones! Feed them into the core—now!"
A guard from the Vermilion Fortress replied anxiously, "They're all used up!"
Ao Hong's pupils contracted. He shouted, "All guards—take cover inside the buildings immediately!"
Ying Ye bellowed, "Incoming flesh fragments! Evade! Evade!"
The pupils of the guards all shrank as they scrambled to find shelter.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Massive chunks of flesh rained from the sky.
Like meteors, they slammed into the ground.
In the blink of an eye, mountains were split in half.
Deep valleys were filled in flat.
Rivers were severed.
Canyons became bottomless abysses!
Inside the outpost, many buildings were reduced to rubble.
Some Demon Suppression Guards didn't even get the chance to cry out before they were smashed into pulp.
Even someone as renowned as Ying Ye was struck on the left side.
His entire left wing was crushed into paste on the ground—he nearly fainted from the pain.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The pounding rain of flesh continued for a long while before finally dying down.
Only then did the Demon Suppression Guards dare to peek out from their hiding places.
The Vermilion Bird 41st Outpost was now in ruins.
With fear in their hearts, they stared at the craters on the ground.
"So much flesh... where did it all come from?"
"It must be... the flesh from that Great Sky Demon."
People whispered among themselves, shocked and awed.
"So that means..."
Zhong Baisheng and Wang Xing'an were lucky—only slightly injured.
When they realized that the chunks of flesh all came from An Mie, the third-ranked Great Sky Demon, they immediately looked to the sky.
There they saw Shen Mo still standing calmly in midair.
But An Mie... had vanished without a trace.
"He ran?" Tang Zhanmo stepped out from his shelter, muttering to himself.
"Playing dead, in front of me?" Shen Mo's calm voice rang out as he gazed toward a massive crater.
At the bottom of the crater lay An Mie's enormous body.
His tentacle and most of his upper body had been blasted apart into raining chunks of meat.
Only a portion of his torso had fallen into the pit.
It looked completely lifeless.
But within Shen Mo's divine palace, the Nine Nether Iceflame stirred restlessly.
Not at all like its usual lazy demeanor.
Shen Mo knew very well—
An Mie wasn't dead.
This stillness was nothing more than a disguise.
"Playing dead?"
In the distance, Zhang Longxiang and Tang Jinglong were hurrying over. Their expressions froze.
An Mie—who always acted before he spoke—was actually pretending to be dead?
In the midst of the battlefield, silence fell like a blanket.
No one dared make a sound.
All eyes turned toward the center of the crater.
Shen Mo descended slowly.
He stopped exactly a thousand zhang away.
In the crater, An Mie's ruined body didn't budge an inch.
As if truly dead.
Shen Mo casually tossed the Netherworld Holy Spear.
The spear pierced through An Mie's body.
And sent it tumbling even farther.
"Oh... so you really are dead," Shen Mo said flatly.
The Demon Suppression Guards exhaled in relief.
So it was just Shen Mo testing him after all.
Zhang Longxiang and Tang Jinglong also relaxed.
At the same time, their admiration for Shen Mo grew.
Young, yet incredibly cautious.
An Mie calmed himself internally.
That was close.
His performance had been convincing enough.
Shen Mo didn't suspect a thing.
'Closer... just a bit closer...'
'I still have one sliver of authority left.'
'As long as he steps within a hundred zhang—I can kill him in one strike!'
An Mie raged inside.
But on the surface, he was as lifeless as a corpse—or rather, a dead demon.
Shen Mo continued approaching calmly.
The moment he crossed into the hundred-zhang range, a faint curve rose on his lips.
"This distance... is exactly where I can kill you effortlessly."
"The demon heart is yours."
That last sentence was directed to the Nine Nether Iceflame.
Whoosh!
A pale ice-white flame burst from Shen Mo's palm.
In a blink, it leapt easily onto An Mie's body and burrowed into his mangled chest!
Buzz!
In an instant, An Mie's broken body ignited in a blazing inferno!
"AAAHHHH!!"
A scream erupted from the bottom of the crater—
It shook the heavens!
"What is this fire?! What is this cursed thing?!"
An Mie howled madly, demonic energy surging as he desperately tried to extinguish the flame.
But demonic blood was nourishment for the Nine Nether Iceflame!
Demonic energy was its fuel!
After just a dozen breaths, the flames didn't weaken—they grew even fiercer!
Reaching high into the skies, and plunging deep into the pit!
Across the vast fourth layer, in the pupils of countless Demon Suppression Guards...
There remained only that ice-white flame.
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