Chapter 389 – Your Mosa Deities and People Are Far Too Impolite, Elephant Deity in Asura Form!

“It’s over…”

As the massive Disc beneath the Sacrificial Square was fully activated, and a beam of energy shot into the sky, this thought crossed the minds of every Throne within the Mosa Sect.

The intensity of this direct energy attack could almost rival the dominant state’s “Zenith Sword of Judgement.”

With no long-distance energy loss, its power might even surpass the Zenith Sword.

Theoretically, it was enough to annihilate an ordinary ninth stage.

Although this tactic had never been used since the hunting ground was created.

No one believed that a mere peak of the eighth stage could survive.

All the stored energy in the Disc was expended, and the intense, massive beam of energy gradually faded.

Once the beam completely disappeared, where the Metal Square once was, only a round, pitch-black pit remained.

Everything had vaporized and evaporated in the intense wave of energy light.

“Let’s begin.”

The leader among the Thrones, a silver-haired man wearing a diamond mask, glanced briefly at the crater below and spoke indifferently.

The other Thrones shifted their gaze slightly, quickly and tacitly began to chant a certain incantation, a series of complex, awkward syllables emanating from each of their mouths.

This was the prayer of sacrifice, and also the closing remark of this collective hunting ceremony.

Its main purpose was to inform the deities of combat and hunting, somewhere in the cosmos, that they had participated in this hunt, in this sacrifice…

Not long after, the Thrones finished their “participation declarations.”

The group quietly waited for a while.

However, the expected will of the Deity of Hunting and combat did not descend.

The void remained eerily still, with no ripples emerging.

“What’s going on?”

A Throne voiced their confusion, “I seem to be getting no response from the True Deity…”

“Neither do I.”

“What went wrong?”

The silver-haired leader’s eyes flickered momentarily, he raised his hand to stop the others’ discussions, and said, “Let’s try again.”

The assembly of Thrones halted their conversations abruptly, without any superfluous words, and commenced the second round of concluding prayers.

However, after they finished reciting the prayers for the second time, there was still no response before them.

The calls toward the Deity of Hunting and combat fell on deaf ears, as if sinking into a deep abyss.

This was quite preposterous.

Expressions of slight perturbation appeared on many Thrones’ faces.

At their level, even if not during a sacrifice ritual, attempting communication with a True Deity in normal circumstances would elicit some form of response.

The current situation…

It was as if the supreme True Deity had suddenly forsaken them completely.

Some were perplexed, some were anxious, and some persisted in attempting to communicate.

The lead silver-haired man had his eyes tightly closed, emitting strange fluctuations unconsciously radiating around him.

Then, at a sudden moment.

The silver-haired man’s tightly shut eyes snapped open.

“No!”

“The sacrifice ritual was not successful.”

“This hunt… is not over yet!”

He uttered in a low voice, swiftly turning around.

The rest of the Thrones, still agitated from not receiving any response from the True Deity, were startled by his words.

In the next instant, a large amount of grey mist surged in their minds.

Within the mist, a shadowy figure silently watched them.

The figure’s outline was indistinct, but a pair of blood-red eyes could be seen.

Those eyes emitted a cold, indifferent light.

It was as if a hunter with a shotgun was sizing up his prey.

This kind of gaze was all too familiar to them.

There had been countless times when they had looked at others with the same gaze.

But now…

It was their turn to be the prey.

“Swish-“

Almost the moment the silver-haired man’s words fell, a thick surge of blood-light abruptly shot into the sky like an arrow, fiercely piercing into their group.

“Boom!”

Before they could react, the blood-light that shot into the crowd exploded violently.

Like detonating a tumultuous blood sea.

The dense blood-light instantly enveloped everyone.

Within the blood-light, several bloody, non-human-like thick arms suddenly emerged.

The ferocious gigantic claws swiftly grabbed a few unsuspecting Thrones by their shoulders or necks, then quickly retracted.

“Hey!”

The leading silver-haired man acted in an instant.

His body quickly radiated an unmatched brilliance.

The light gathered in his hands, soon forming a dazzling diamond spear.

He thrust the spear viciously toward the position where a bloody, massive arm was reaching out.

The phantom of the Deity of Hunting and combat flashed by, followed by a terrifying energy fluctuation that led to intense shaking and explosions.

“Boom!”

It was as if thunder flashed through the void, with the blood-red light pierced by the silver-haired man’s spear exploding violently.

Only then did the Thrones of the Mosa react, conjuring their own golden spears and golden shields.

They bombarded the area randomly before quickly dispersing to safer locations.

Once they had retreated to a relatively safe distance, they looked back at the exploded area of blood-red light.

Now, the blood-red light they had dispersed with the help of the silver-haired man began to retract.

These blood-red lights gently lapped at the void like water, forming a huge blood-red vortex.

The silent, swirling blood-red vortex seemed to harbor an extremely terrifying presence.

Merely looking at it was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

Finally.

“Click-“

A figure emerged from the blood-red vortex.

At the sight of this figure, all the Thrones, including the leading silver-haired man, flinched violently.

It was a figure about ten meters tall.

Its body was dark red, with a skin texture rough like semi-cooled magma or solidified blood.

It had eight thick and exaggerated arms, with fingers sharp as knives, and a flower-like pattern on its chest.

Above the chest were several palm-length cracks, resembling tightly closed eyes.

Four heads grew from its neck.

One of them was proportionally normal, with white hair cascading down and a blood-red vertical line on the forehead, looking ferocious yet bewitchingly handsome with a demonic allure.

The other three heads looked similar but had their eyes closed and were much smaller.

All crammed at the neck, they resembled a cluster of tumors or a strange string of neck ornaments.

The figure, with scarlet eyes and eight arms-five naturally hanging and three clutching the throats of Throne Level individuals-stood silently, calmly and indifferently watching all the Throne Levels present.

The blood-red vortex gradually dissipated, merging bit by bit into the figure’s body.

It seemed as though a rolling mountain of corpses and a blood sea were approaching the Throne Levels.

The thick, choking scent of blood and an overwhelming wave of terror assaulted their brains.

A chill exploded from their spines, sweeping rapidly across everyone’s bodies like a tidal wave.

“Your deities of Mosa, and people…”

The fearsome yet handsome blood-red figure spoke softly, “are far too impolite.”

“I’ve changed my mind…”

“Perhaps I won’t join after all.”

With the final word falling, the Throne Levels present felt an inexplicable tingling on their scalps, their hair standing on end.

Perhaps it was seeing three of their fellow Throne Levels effortlessly held in the grasp of the opponent, like chicks, that the demonstrated strength was excessively daunting.

Or perhaps it was due to years of luxury and powers too easily obtained, without a corresponding powerhouse spirit.

All the Throne Levels of Mosa chose to flee at the same time, completely lacking any intention to unite and confront the figure.

Everyone scattered in an instant like birds and beasts.

The blood-red figure seemed unconcerned, allowing them to flee.

As the last figure of the Mosa Throne vanished in a flash of light.

The blood-red figure snapped his fingers lightly, a faint scarlet light shimmering in his eyes.

“The real hunting… now truly begins.”

…

[Elephant Deity. Asura Form (Legendary)]!

Experience progress: 15%.

Lu Yuan’s feet emitted a blood-red glow as his massive figure, like a Mecha, swiftly flew through the air.

He looked at his professional panel for the Elephant Deity, feeling a sense of inevitability and calm.

As he had anticipated, the pseudo-legendary giant axe shattered, its mysterious blood stripped away.

Indeed, it was the material needed for advancing the Elephant Deity panel.

Above the Ming King.

For Asura!

With this upgrade of the panel, the true nature of the Elephant Deity power seemed to be gradually revealing itself to Lu Yuan.

“Demon Mountain… Blood Sea…”

Lu Yuan muttered under his breath, slowly clenching his fists as if they were innate weapons of war. “Is this the power of the Blood Sea?”

Crack-

Lu Yuan casually snapped the necks of three Mosa Thrones he held in his grip.

All three possessed eighth-stage Strength, two at the middle-stage and one at the high-stage.

Yet their actual combat ability might not even match the beginning of the eighth-stage.

“They are too weak… merely fools with empty strength.”

Lu Yuan shook his hands, and the three corpses in his grasp instantly turned as soft as mud.

The blood within their bodies flowed out, rapidly seeping into Lu Yuan’s own body.

Lu Yuan felt a slight twitch on his Elephant Deity panel’s Experience progress bar but found no noticeable change after a closer look.

“Three eighth-stagers, and they can’t even provide one percent of the Experience needed?”

Lu Yuan frowned in frustration.

He roughly knew what was needed for the advancement in his Asura form-

Battle and slaughter.

The souls and flesh of his opponents were the best nourishment for him at this stage.

However, from the current situation, the amount of fighting and killing required to max out the progress of the Asura form was far beyond his imagination.

“It really seems I need a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to forge this ultimate path…”

Lu Yuan closed his eyes, feeling countless thoughts of slaughter swirling in his mind, and his heart seemed to continuously burst forth with waves of desire to kill.

Under the Asura form, he became incredibly violent, bloodthirsty, and irascible.

Even though he was always trying to restrain himself.

But many of his actions, like eating when hungry or drinking when thirsty, were performed instinctively.

“Is this a good thing or a bad thing?”

Lu Yuan’s brow furrowed.

Swish-

High above the alloy giant island, a plump middle-aged man dressed in lavish clothes was fleeing rapidly with a solemn expression.

Suddenly, a Scarlet flash of blood light abruptly chased up from behind him.

The plump middle-aged man turned his head back in shock, only to feel a foul wind sweep past his face.

In the next instant, his figure froze, his face wearing an expression of disbelief as he looked down.

He saw a gaping hole, large as a millstone, inexplicably opened in the middle of his robust torso…

His figure fell behind and exploded.

Lu Yuan, without looking back, crushed a handful of innards, feeling a slight increase in the experience bar of the Elephant Deity panel.

Also, the experience points skyrocketed after completing a “hunting” session on the [Spear Bearer (Extraordinary)] panel.

Moreover, the surge of a murderous desire within him grew stronger, as if something was about to break free.

Lu Yuan’s brows slowly relaxed.

“At least I can fly now… and the speed isn’t bad…”

“That’s a good thing, I guess.”

After saying this, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He inhaled all the blood scent that wafted through the air.

His expression slightly intoxicated, as if he were savoring a glass of aged, sweet, and rich wine.

When Lu Yuan opened his eyes again,

The demonic and cruel shades in his Scarlet eyes seemed to intensify.

His lips curved slightly upwards, and with a swift motion, he transformed into a streak of blood light to continue the pursuit.