A fierce battle erupted in an instant.
But the scene became even more chaotic in the blink of an eye, because this hillside was far from empty.
Cedars—an entire stand of tall, resilient cedars—were deeply rooted in the earth, braving Siberian winter winds year after year. But now, they swept sideways like savage teeth tearing through the ground. At terrifying speeds, even a single brush with these dense cedars would cause serious injury.
Though the cedars’ roots were strong, gripping the soil like a dam against erosion, even they couldn’t withstand the monstrous sideways gravity. Creaking, the cedar forest began to split and topple, struggling to hold on, but falling bit by bit—like the earth’s teeth biting down.
Not to mention the terrifying avalanche and mudslide that crashed into the cedar woods in an instant.
The terrifying chaos tested the Chosen Ones’ reflexes.
Flashes of light everywhere. Due to regional differences, few Chosen Ones on the “Divine” side were skilled in traditional martial arts. They howled, deploying all sorts of survival tricks. But for those trained in the Sun-Moon Mountains, this chaos was still bearable.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the Chosen Ones leapt and darted, like phantoms weaving through the cedars.
Swish—a huge magic array lit up. A mage cast spells in midair, staying focused even in the chaos—clearly no ordinary person. Six deep-purple arrays appeared instantly all around; the mage was unleashing a big move, aiming to bury everyone in the cedar forest.
But then, a flash of domineering brilliance—one strike of “Domineering Chrysanthemum” pierced the arrays. The mage spat blood skyward. Out sprang the Hong Kong comic nerd, his body a line of ink, finger aimed precisely at the mage’s chrysanthemum. With a buzz, he powered up and darted away, another “Chrysanthemum Strike” smashing into the black machine chased by the Hell Battle King Maru. The mage collapsed, spent.
At the heart of all the fighting, Jill Young’s battle with the giant reached its boiling point.
Like a streak of fire darting and refracting, Jill Young sped around like a cannonball, using every bit of debris as a foothold. Boom—blinding electric spheres shattered every rock she’d touched, but always a moment too late.
Bang! Shattering a stone for leverage, Jill unleashed a punch straight at the giant’s chest. The giant raised an arm to block, and with a thunderous shockwave, swept away every bit of debris within thirty meters.
“Ora ora ora ora!” Jill’s arms blurred into phantoms, landing a thousand blows in a second: “Behold my Atlas Sky Cannon Fist!”
“Die die die die!” The giant clearly wasn’t going to play along with a “Muda muda,” but his own furious, rapid-fire attacks were just as savage.
Ten meters apart, their fists couldn’t meet, but the terrifying force of their punches shredded the space between them. Boiling golden energy and savage white lightning clashed, vortexes colliding endlessly, building up so much power that even the atoms in the air glowed from electron transitions. The energy here was terrifying.
When they crossed the threshold, the terrifying explosion finally erupted.
“Wada! Eat my stinky foot!”
Through the blinding blast, you could just make out Jill sweeping a Dragon Tail Kick into the giant’s face, while the giant roared and countered with a heavy punch.
Whoosh—mixed with the blast’s terrifying shockwave, Jill and the giant were flung in opposite directions. Their bodies sliced through dirt and stone, each slamming into the edge of the gravity well with a thud.
Their powerful bodies scraped against the edge of the spatial membrane, whipping up invisible turbulence. Jill Young touched her forehead and shook her head—her arm was actually numb. She’d been about to strike again when her mom’s mental output suddenly spiked; otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken that punch from the giant.
“What’s going on with Mom?” Jill wondered, just as Infernal King Titan zipped to her side, clutching half a black mechanical leg—aka a mecha leg.
“Boss!” came the panicked voice of the mecha fatso. “Look! We’ve got trouble!”
Jill looked down, and so did the giant. Both were instantly shocked.
There was a mountain.
A massive, steep cliff towered ahead.
If herders watched the sunrise from this cliff, it would be spectacular. But now, the epic cliff was like the bottom that finally appears after endless falling, hurtling toward all the Chosen Ones at terrifying speed.
From start to now, the falling distance had already exceeded ten thousand meters in a short time. And the gravity was far stronger than normal, the acceleration even more terrifying. If anyone crashed headfirst into it, most people here would be dead for sure! Not to mention the landslide rumbling down—if you survived, you’d be buried alive.
What now?
No time or energy to think of a plan. Mom’s mental load spiked again, and the tsunami of psychic pressure made Jill dizzy, ears ringing. Before she could react, the cliff was right in front of her.
Infernal King Titan roared as he shot upward with everyone, trying to slow their fall. The “Divine” side scrambled for solutions, like ants on a hot pan.
Facing death, dizzy, Jill Young gave a thumbs up: “Relax, Mom’s got this.”
High mental output means Mom’s fighting hard over there!
Whoosh—two spatial ripples swept through. The first hit Jill Young, the second hit the giant. Each ripple, from a different source, targeted its own mark, then tangled together and burst into another part of Earth’s space.
The roaring, dirty snow and mudslide slammed into the cliff. After a quake, the Mongolian grasslands were quiet again. Meanwhile, at West Lake in Hangzhou, China, the once-peaceful surface erupted with a massive wave. With a thunderous boom, a white waterline shot across West Lake like a shockwave.
After the Shanghai incident, nearby Hangzhou was jammed for a while, then saw a huge exodus. Most people fled the economic zone, trying to get away from disaster. But some couldn’t leave, or gambled on luck, living in constant anxiety.
Tonight, they were doomed to lose sleep.
Countless people raised their phones, filming the chaos on the lake. Zooming in, you could see a twenty-five-meter-tall giant skimming across West Lake like a skipping stone. In his chest, a platinum glow—someone was swinging punches at the giant’s head.