Global Mutation: Opening with Swallowing a Black Mamba

Chapter 480 480: The Abnormal Blood Mist Strikes! Ultimate Battle (Conclusion)

The War Emperor led his newly independent, morale at an extreme, Heaven-Fighting Race legion.

Millions of radiant figures emitted a pure, battle-born ferocity, forming a colossal War Prism, hovering to the right side of the array.

The War Emperor's golden hair flew wildly, platinum eyes burning with tangible flames of battle intent, holding a giant Battle Spear symbolizing the authority of the Heaven-Fighting Race.

Behind him, twenty SSR Tier Initial, and hundreds of SSS Tier Peak Heaven-Fighting Race War Generals exuded an aura shooting skyward, like a battle spear's blade honed to the ultimate, born for ultimate destruction.

The sky darkened, not naturally, but because the material cosmos background light was completely covered.

Nor was it mist, but a "living" carpet of flesh, carrying countless writhing, deforming mutants, "flowing" in from a crack in the cosmic membrane wall!

The core of the blood mist finally revealed its monstrous truth—no longer a mere mountain of flesh, but a "Flesh and Blood Dome"!

Its main body covered most of the space visible, its surface stitched together from countless biological organs, either mutilated, swollen, or sinister.

Hundreds of massive eyeballs rolled randomly, giant mouths opening and closing, drooling saliva that corroded the void, numerous paws, feet, and tentacles entwined with blood vessels twitched and flailed like seaweed without pattern.

At its central region, seven warped, struggling core light clusters could be vaguely seen, each exuding different supreme auras—the remnants of the Nightmare and other seven supreme beings swallowed!

They pulsed insanely within the amalgam, releasing resentful and venomous will, yet were forcibly fused and utilized by a greater twisting force, turning into this monster's energy furnace!

An indescribable feeling of "desecration," sourced from the deepest biological instincts of all creatures, struck the minds of every strong presence there.

"Detected ultra-high-density pollution information flow! Warning! Those of weak will may directly degenerate into mutation!"

The Infinite Engine's voice shrieked at the core of Gu Qijue's Nightmare Avatar (he also arrived at the battlefield at this moment).

Had he not significantly strengthened data processing and shock resistance by merging the Heaven-Fighting Sect's chaotic origin (the White Moon Wheel), just this first glance could inflict cracks in a regular SSR Tier's spirit.

"Attack!" President Ling Yao shouted decisively, as resounding as a bell, dispersing part of the mental pollution.

"Buzz—!" The Starfall Annihilation Array roared to life!

Countless meteors transformed into incandescent streaks under rune guidance, an energy torrent gathering into a destruction tide akin to countless stars colliding, fiercely washing over the Flesh and Blood Dome.

President Moonlight clasped his hands then split them furiously, cold Moonlight Power shaped into countless curved blades, cutting towards the Flesh and Blood Dome's network nodes.

President of the Stars looked deeply, pressing his hands in the void, evoking silent Death Star Fragment cores from the depths of the Broken Corridor, silently exploding!

President of the Sky's form vanished, transforming into myriad spatial folds, squeezing the Flesh and Blood Dome's main body from all directions.

President of the Earth remained unshakable, manipulating massive gravitational rules, attempting to tear apart the structure connections of the colossal amalgam.

The array's brilliance collided with the flesh's twisted dark red!

Frenzied energy flows instantly vaporized nearby remnants of celestial bodies!

"Roar—!!"

The Flesh and Blood Dome emitted its first sound!

Not from mouths but the collective vibrations of billions of mutated organs sending a soul-shaking low-frequency roar through the void!

This roar itself was a form of rule pollution! The closest Heaven-Fighting Race legion formations nearest the shockwave instantly dimmed in outer golden glow, over a thousand warriors below S Tier showed swelling and hardening as mutation precursors!

"Battle!" The War Emperor's voice was like a giant hammer, shattering the sound wave pollution.

The colossal War Prism erupted with a monstrous golden light! The War Emperor wielding the giant spear transformed into a golden thunderbolt, tearing through space-time, charging towards the Flesh and Blood Dome's center, a violently pulsing, suspected control node tumor!

"Fight for freedom! Tear it apart!"

Millions of Heaven-Fighting Race warriors roared in unison, transforming into destructive storms, following their Emperor, striking the Flesh and Blood Dome's edges like raging waves.

The sounds of clashing gold and iron, flesh tearing, energy explosions, and mutation screams immediately filled the entire Realm Abyss Corridor! Golden light and dark red filth blood furious splattered and annihilated!

The battle from the start had entered the most brutal, feverish stage.

The Flesh and Blood Dome's defense and regeneration capabilities were freakishly extreme.

The array and Heaven-Fighting Race's fierce attacks tore open numerous massive wounds on its surface, leaking magma-like filthy energy streams.

But in a blink, nearby writhing tissue swiftly filled the gaps, even destroyed low-tier mutants being directly absorbed into the wounds, hastening the healing.

Its massive eyeballs locked onto regions with each rotation, emitting eerie beams.

Even SSS Tier Heaven-Fighting Race warriors hit by the beams would experience fierce golden glow tremors, actions becoming sluggish and distorted, ultimately either reduced to puddles of rotten flesh absorbed, or going mad, turning against their own side!

"Chaos, how sweet... Let me add more color to you!"

The Mysterious Divine Master's voice laughed madly from a corner of the battlefield.

His enormous form covered in rose thorns was like an indefinite embodiment of malice, crazily diving into the depths of the torn wounds.

In his hand, a perpetually shape-shifting "Withered Rose" condensed, fiercely pressed against the wound's inner wall.

"Open up—for me!"