Evan Chu saw the Tyrant Earthwyrm’s massive tail whip toward him and instantly flickered aside, dodging by a hair’s breadth. The beast’s tail missed Evan but slammed into the ground, triggering a violent quake that rocked the whole battlefield. If a normal earthquake was terrifying, this strike was even more destructive than any natural disaster.
The ground split into countless bottomless fissures, sending stones and earth flying skyward in a sudden rain of rubble. Dust and smoke filled the air, obscuring everything and casting an apocalyptic gloom over the scene.
Seeing the devastation, Evan Chu couldn’t help but laugh, hot-blooded and scornful: “You’re pretty damn tough, aren’t you? Such a mountain-sized body, and you still need all that to bully a single human? Shameless! You really think your Grandpa Evan is so easy to push around? Time to show you what real power looks like!”
He frantically circulated the Chaos Dragon Force within his body, pouring every ounce into his right arm. This was Evan’s second time unleashing Unicorn Arm—his heart pounding with anticipation and nerves.
The swelling pain flooding his arm was almost unbearable. This strike would either shake the heavens or fail completely—if he couldn’t seriously wound the beast, he’d have to run for his life. After using Unicorn Arm, the powerless aftermath was something Evan absolutely couldn’t afford.
He flashed forward, mastering Shifting Position to near perfection, and instantly appeared beneath the Tyrant Earthwyrm’s colossal body.
Compared to the Tyrant Earthwyrm, Evan’s body was like a sesame seed next to a watermelon. Hiding under the beast, it was nearly impossible for it to spot him.
The Tyrant Earthwyrm erupted in a sky-shaking roar, thrashing furiously as it tried to spot Evan’s figure. But Evan kept himself hidden, waiting for the perfect moment to strike at its weak point.
After several quick dodges, Evan seized his chance—he was now just ten meters from the beast’s neck, right within range of the distinctive white patch. With a sudden burst, he swung the Frostbane Sword in his hand, channeling the full power of Unicorn Arm into the strike.
A torrent of sword-qi erupted, perfectly fusing the power of the five elements and lightning. Heaven-Cleave’s might far surpassed Earthsplitter—wind and clouds roiled violently, and the very space around him trembled from the shockwave.
Even dozens of miles away, the violent tremors from Evan Chu’s attack could be felt clearly. His strike landed dead center on the Tyrant Earthwyrm’s vulnerable white patch.
With a thunderous boom, Evan was blasted into the sky by the recoil, instinctively retreating in case the Tyrant Earthwyrm launched a savage counterattack. But when he saw what happened next, he couldn’t help but laugh at his own caution.
The Tyrant Earthwyrm was torn open by a sword strike powerful enough to split heaven and earth—a massive bloody hole gaped in its neck, blood pouring out in a waterfall. Its gigantic head, no longer supported, drooped down limply.
Its mountain-sized body crashed to the ground with another earth-shaking boom, kicking up a storm of dust and debris.
Evan’s single blow had left the Tyrant Earthwyrm gravely wounded—maybe even killed it outright. Death was only a matter of time. The battlefield was soaked in its blood, the thick stench drifting far and wide.
At that moment, less than twenty miles away, a group of Ghost Clan cultivators—more than a dozen strong—were making their way across the wasteland. One wore a black cloak and hood, his face hidden and aura mysterious.
“Big Brother, that commotion back there was crazy. Should we go check it out?” one Ghost Clan youth asked, his ghost-qi especially thick.
“No need,” the mysterious figure replied. “The Land of the Undead is dangerous enough. Plenty of monsters here reach ninth-layer Saint Martial strength. If we go poking around, we’ll just find trouble. Focus on gathering Phantasite—without it, we can’t fly.”
“This damned place really is cursed—no flying allowed. I’m about to drop from exhaustion. Big Brother, can we rest for a bit?” a female Ghost Clan voice complained.
The mysterious leader snapped, “You all felt that energy shockwave in the distance, right? In a place this dangerous, you’re thinking about resting? Maybe you just don’t want to leave the Land of the Undead. If you don’t want to follow me, go ahead and leave—I won’t force you.”
“Everyone, let’s get out of here! We should target lone monsters or scattered contestants—no reckless moves. Listen to Big Brother’s orders!” the ghost-qi-heavy youth said.
Evan Chu had no idea this group was nearby. With over ten thousand participants scattered across the Land of the Undead, running into a team of twenty was rare. Right now, he hovered silently in the air, eyes fixed on the Tyrant Earthwyrm below.
“Pathetic! One move and this thing’s half dead. So much for the legendary ninth-layer Saint Martial monsters—guess they’re not so tough after all!” Evan boasted aloud.
Luna, the Frostbane Sword’s spirit, shot back, “Go ahead, gloat while you can. You got lucky this time—try fighting a monster that can shapeshift into human form and see how you fare. You’re not feeling so great yourself, are you? That arm’s so weak you can barely hold the Frostbane Sword, huh?”
Nothing gave Luna more joy than roasting Evan—she lived to needle him, and right now was no exception. She always knew how to get under his skin.
Evan was indeed feeling drained. He quickly switched the Frostbane Sword to his left hand—Unicorn Arm was powerful, but the aftermath was almost unbearable. If he had to face two monsters like this, escape would be his only option.
On the ground, the Tyrant Earthwyrm kept struggling, desperate to rise but powerless. Blood flooded the cracks, turning everything crimson and terrifying.
Evan wasn’t in a rush to finish it off. He waited, hoping the beast would bleed out and die, giving himself time to recover.
Luna barked, “Quit dawdling, Lin Feng! Now’s the best chance to finish the Tyrant Earthwyrm. What, you want the stench of blood to lure in even nastier monsters? If that happens, things get a lot more complicated.”
“Seriously? That’ll attract even stronger beasts? I thought nothing else would dare show up in its territory,” Evan protested.
“Nothing else? Then what about those Bonewraiths fighting just now? The stronger the monster, the fiercer its hunger for Phantasite. If word gets out that the Tyrant Earthwyrm is dead, they’ll come running to claim it. You’ve got less than half an hour—if you don’t hurry, monsters just as strong will show up.” Luna explained.
Evan’s heart jolted. If Luna was right, he’d be handing his hard-earned kill to someone else. Without hesitation, he dove from the sky—Frostbane Sword in hand, he unleashed another fierce burst of sword-qi, hacking straight at the bloody wound on the Tyrant Earthwyrm’s neck with thunderous force...