Watching the countless tentacles extending from underground, Xuan Hao's expression was calm, showing no worry.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Terrifying tremors exploded in the high-dimension.
That was an explosion at the Soul level, the material level!
Countless dark green tentacles rapidly spread, colliding with Xuan Hao's invisible and formless blood-red Immortal Silk, then quickly intertwining.
No techniques, no tricks.
For high-dimensional existences, combat is simple.
There is only the most fundamental and most brutal clash of "Status" and "Authority"!
Those dark green tentacles represented "material corruption" and "space distortion."
Where they intertwined, space collapsed.
The blood-colored Immortal Silk represented "consciousness domination" and "Mental Energy annihilation."
As the Immortal Silk shone, space fluctuated violently.
A power that annihilated everything rapidly radiated outwards.
Two diametrically opposed, yet equally terrifying, high-status powers were confronting each other, tearing at each other madly!
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
On the reality plane.
Ordinary people only saw terrifying dark green tentacles wildly dancing, lashing at the air, as if attacked by an invisible enemy.
Suddenly....
The tips of the dark green tentacles exploded!
"Buzz--!"
Flesh burst, Mental Energy diffused.
The green tentacles exploded, and a drop of fresh blood fell to the ground...
"Rumble!!!"
Mud and rocks splashed, dust spread out like waves, and a single drop of blood smashed a giant pit with a diameter of over ten meters into the ground.
In the deep pit, matter was rapidly corrupted.
"Help!"
Workers thrown by the shockwave screamed in agony.
"Boom!"
Another muffled thud!
A chunk of flesh fell, instantly flattening a shipping container.
As the chunks of flesh and blood fell, that half of the mountain instantly collapsed, and gravel poured down like a torrential rain.
"Gulp...."
Looking at the doomsday-like scene, the Flower-Faced Man swallowed.
This was... a divine battle!
"Rumble."
Just as the Flower-Faced Man recovered, he saw a chunk of flesh fall not far from his hiding place, and the shockwave it generated sent him flying.
"I can't even watch."
The Flower-Faced Man gasped.
He could imagine what kind of power was contained in the huge chunk of flesh that had just fallen.
Let alone flesh and blood, even true steel would be instantly flattened.
In the face of this absolute power....
So-called Martial Artists were as fragile as paper toys.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The explosions were incessant.
The dark green tentacles and the invisible Immortal Silk entangled, madly strangling each other, with tentacles and Immortal Silk constantly breaking and exploding!
Blood splattered, chunks of flesh fell.
It was like a meteor shower had descended.
In just a moment, the construction site turned into a purgatory.
Giant deep pits appeared one after another, each explosion accompanied by an earthquake.
"Call an ambulance quickly."
"Help me."
"Where are the Martial Artists?"
Piercing cries and calls for help sounded incredibly faint amidst the terrifying symphony.
The running humans, like tiny dust, were struck by splashing fragments of flesh and blood, crushed into pulp by collapsing boulders.
They didn't even know what was happening.
Nor did they know that a divine battle had occurred on the scene.
....
At the same time, in the Mental Energy Domain.
"Old Zhang? It's me!"
"Brother Wang? Weren't we... weren't we hit by that chunk of meat that fell from the sky?"
"Yeah, what happened?"
In the blood-red mist, Old Wang and Old Zhang looked at each other blankly, then touched their intact bodies, their faces full of confusion.
Old Wang still clearly remembered...
He was hit by a wriggling chunk of flesh and seemed to have died instantly.
But now he felt no pain in his body.
"Something's wrong."
The two quickly noticed the anomaly.
Blood-red mist permeated the surroundings, and visibility was extremely limited.
Thick red mist enveloped everything; apart from the ground beneath their feet and their companions beside them, everything else was blurry.
"Wait, what is that?!"
Old Zhang was the first to look up, his pupils suddenly contracting.
Old Wang followed his gaze upwards and was immediately horrified.
Above them was a blood-red sky.
At an unknown height and distance, stood an... almost indescribably massive existence!
Its immensity surpassed their understanding of volume.
It was like the pillar of heaven and earth!
Its three majestic heads overlooked everything, and its six mountain-like arms stretched out.
And on the central head, its left eye, like a blood-red sun, emitted a cold light!
"What is this?"
The two's hairs stood on end, and they collapsed to the ground.
"Wait, that's...."
Old Wang was astonished to find that at the feet of the giant god supporting heaven and earth, a large number of trembling figures were gathered.
"Foreman Zhao, Boss Sun Maocai?"
"And Little Liu, you all...."
Old Wang and the other man instantly recognized several familiar faces.
They were all employees of the construction site.
Some wore oil-stained work clothes, while others were dressed in suits and leather shoes.
No matter who they were, they were now squeezed together in terror, looking up at the incomprehensible magnificent figure above, their eyes filled with fear.
"What... what happened?"
"We don't know either. We were sitting in the office, and suddenly we were here."
"Wuwu, where is this?"
"These red mists, that monster...."
Whether office clerks or experienced foremen and bosses, all were pale-faced at this moment.
They couldn't understand what had happened to them.
One second everyone was in the office, working in the mining area, the next second they appeared in this world filled with strange red mist.
"Could it be an Outer God?"
Old Zhang looked up at the giant shadow obscuring the sky, feeling despair and his own insignificance.
As an ordinary person, he couldn't access the world of Martial Artists.
But news about Martial Artists and Outer Gods was not uncommon, and ordinary people could generally understand the situation.
"It's over, we're finished."
Many people slumped to the ground, their eyes full of despair.
"If you don't want to die, come over quickly."
In the crowd, a low, hoarse voice suddenly came.
Old Zhang and the other man turned to look; it was a man wearing a patterned mask, no... .
Their pupils constricted; this was a monster!
The Flower-Faced Man was tall, with two heads on his shoulders and six arms at his waist!
"Mon... monster!"
The Flower-Faced Man's sudden appearance startled everyone.
"You... who are you?"
Old Zhang forced himself to be calm and asked hoarsely.
Under the mask, the Flower-Faced Man scanned the frightened and bewildered faces, "Don't mind who I am. If you want to live, immediately get close to His feet."
"What exactly is this place?"
Boss Sun Maocai's face was covered in cold sweat, scared pale.
"The True Lord's Domain." The Flower-Faced Man said concisely, then grinned, "As for outside, that's an Outer God!"
"Out... Outer God?!"
Although everyone had somewhat anticipated it, the Flower-Faced Man's answer still ignited the fear in everyone's hearts.
"Boom--!"
Suddenly, a muffled explosion sounded, detonating above everyone's heads.
Everyone looked up, above the giant shadow...
The blood-red Immortal Silk shattered like twisted glass, collapsing with a crimson glow.
Mental Energy fragments scattered like a meteor shower!
"Be careful!"
Old Zhang immediately moved, bumping into the stunned Old Wang beside him.
"Rumble."
A fingernail-sized fragment grazed their original position and smashed down, seemingly tiny but containing violent Mental Energy.
"Bang!"
Just being swept by the shockwave, Old Zhang and the other man were sent flying several meters through the air, their internal organs feeling as if they had shifted.
"Run, run over there first."
Old Wang struggled to get up, wiping the blood from his face.
He and Old Zhang, scrambling and crawling, rushed towards the feet of the giant figure.
There, it was the only relatively safe island in the storm.
