Chapter 1478: Zhen Sha Palm Thunder

The sudden arrival of the purple-gold giant beast, swallowing many Saint Race powerhouses in a single gulp, instantly brought the intensely murderous battlefield to a standstill. Countless eyes stared at the scene in shock, evidently struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

The immense power and pressure surging within the colossal body of the purple-gold giant beast clearly indicated it had reached the Three-Lotus stage. Neither the All-Heavens nor the Saint Race had ever possessed a Divine Beast of such a high caliber.

Just what kind of being was this?

At this moment, not only were the Saint Race armies thrown into disarray, but even the defending forces of Cangxuan Heaven were bewildered. They feared that this incredibly mysterious and powerful Divine Beast might suddenly turn on them, which would undoubtedly worsen their already precarious situation.

“A Three-Lotus Divine Beast?!” The Black Falcon Saint, engaged in battle with Zhou Yuan, also watched his expression shift dramatically, his eyes wide with surprise and uncertainty. According to their intelligence, the All-Heavens absolutely did not possess any so-called Three-Lotus Divine Beasts!

A Three-Lotus Divine Beast was an existence comparable to an Ancient Saint or Ancient Venerable. Once it entered the fray, it would profoundly impact the entire battle. Thus, for a moment, even the Black Falcon Saint dared not make any move.

However, even as the battlefield came to a halt, the Three-Lotus Divine Beast did not cease its assault. It advanced with earth-shattering steps, its deafening roar reverberating through the air. From its black hole-like maw, it continuously spewed black light, which swept over the Saint Race army. Amidst countless screams, many Saint Race powerhouses were swallowed into its colossal mouth.

At this moment, the morale of the Cangxuan Heaven defending forces instantly soared. They finally understood the situation: this mysterious Three-Lotus Divine Beast was their reinforcement. Cheers erupted throughout the ranks.

In stark contrast to the cheers, the Saint Race army was gripped by terror. Immediately, several streaks of light shot skyward; these were some Two-Lotus Saints from the Saint Race. Although they understood the terrifying power of the Three-Lotus Divine Beast before them, they knew that if they did not step forward now, it would only lead to greater casualties for their race.

Several Two-Lotus Saints confronted the Three-Lotus Divine Beast, and an earth-shattering battle immediately erupted. However, everyone could see that these Two-Lotus Saints were at a disadvantage from the start, only managing to buy a little time.

“Kill!” The Cangxuan Heaven defending forces naturally wouldn't let such an opportunity pass. Amidst roars, their army surged forward like a torrent, clashing with the Saint Race army once more.

This time, the morale-shaken Saint Race army finally showed signs of retreating. After all, no one could ignore the Three-Lotus Divine Beast roaring above, on the verge of defeating several Two-Lotus Saints who were attempting to block its path.

“Damn it!” The Black Falcon Saint’s face turned ashen as he cursed angrily. He never imagined that such a favorable situation would suddenly take such a turn.

He glanced at the several Two-Lotus Saints in the sky, who were attempting to intercept the Three-Lotus Divine Beast but were steadily being pushed back. Gritting his teeth, he moved, intending to provide support.

However, just as he moved, a white torrent, like a white dragon, crushed through the void and arrived. The immense power it carried shattered the surrounding space.

Black Falcon’s face darkened, and not daring to be negligent, he immediately stopped and met the attack, neutralizing the powerful offensive. Then, he glared fiercely at Zhou Yuan, warning, “Zhou Yuan, don’t court death!”

Zhou Yuan’s expression remained indifferent, but his attacks grew increasingly ruthless. Power surged like a tide, pouring down overwhelmingly.

Black Falcon was furious yet helpless, completely entangled by Zhou Yuan and unable to move. Finally, he could only let out a long cry: “Lord Zhang Lei!”

This was an attempt to report the sudden change in events to Ancient Saint Zhang Lei. Shortly after Black Falcon’s cry echoed, terrifying power suddenly collided and erupted from beyond the spatial barrier. Immediately after, everyone on the battlefield heard Ancient Saint Zhang Lei’s terrified voice resonate from beyond the heavens: “You, you are?!”

The alarm and fear contained in that voice caused Black Falcon and the other Saint Race Saints to feel their hearts sink. What exactly was happening in the battle beyond the spatial barrier?

“Saint Race army, retreat, retreat quickly!” “Ah!” As they were still pondering in doubt, Ancient Saint Zhang Lei’s voice suddenly became shrill. The very next moment, screams echoed through the air.

The Saint Race army instantly fell into complete chaos. At that moment, everyone was frantically retreating. Even many Saints found it difficult to stabilize the situation and ultimately chose to retreat in disarray.

And just as the Saint Race army was being routed, a meteor suddenly descended from beyond the spatial barrier, crashing to the ground and creating a vast basin-like crater hundreds of thousands of miles wide.

Countless gazes were cast towards it, and their expressions instantly turned to horror. They saw a gigantic mountain, transparent like glass, rise in the center of the basin. Deep within that mountain, a figure was visibly suppressed. Looking at his face, it was none other than Ancient Saint Zhang Lei of the Saint Race!

At this moment, the Three-Lotus Ancient Venerable’s face was contorted, his eyes filled with terror. His body was solidified within the glass-like giant mountain, like an insect trapped in amber. Mysterious patterns faintly flowed across the mountain’s surface, and the power emanating from them caused all the Saints present to feel a sense of dread and fear.

That power seemed to transcend even a Saint’s might. “Is that… Ancient Saint Zhang Lei? He’s been suppressed and killed?!”

More people stared in horror at the solidified figure. At this moment, Saints from both sides felt a chilling tremor. In such a short span, a Three-Lotus Saint had been suppressed and killed?!

They could feel that Ancient Saint Zhang Lei’s life force had been completely severed. This was no mere suppression; it was true demise!

At this moment, everyone felt as if they were witnessing something utterly unbelievable. Previously, whether in the All-Heavens or the Saint Race, Three-Lotus Saints were considered the paramount powerhouses of this world.

But now, a Three-Lotus Saint, right before their eyes, was suddenly suppressed and killed, not even lasting for a moment… Since when had even Three-Lotus Saints become like chickens and dogs, wantonly slaughtered?

Faced with such a paradigm-shifting sight, the Saint Race army completely collapsed, then frantically retreated.

The Cangxuan Heaven defending forces did not relentlessly pursue them, partly because their own condition did not permit it, and partly because the current situation filled them with apprehension and doubt.

They did not know what exactly had happened beyond the spatial barrier. Could it be that the three Ancient Venerables—Jin Luo, Dilong, and Chiji—had come to provide support? But even so, it seemed unlikely they could so easily suppress and kill a Three-Lotus Saint, right?

Just as the Cangxuan Heaven defending forces were at a loss, a streak of light descended from beyond the spatial barrier, revealing Cang Yuan. At this moment, Cang Yuan also gazed distractedly at the glass-like giant mountain and the figure suppressed within it. Finally, he looked in Zhou Yuan’s direction with a complicated expression.

Zhou Yuan, sensing Cang Yuan’s complex gaze, felt his hand tremble slightly.

Others might not immediately grasp what had happened, but he could surmise… There were only two beings in this world capable of so easily suppressing and killing a Three-Lotus Saint: the Saint God and the Third God. Since the one suppressed and killed was Ancient Saint Zhang Lei of the Saint Race, and given Tun Tun’s appearance, the answer was very clear.

Zhou Yuan reached out and vigorously rubbed his face. Then, as if sensing something, he cast his gaze towards the top of the glass-like giant mountain. There, at some unknown point, a graceful figure in a flowing white dress stood barefoot.

That graceful figure was still as peerlessly elegant as ever. So familiar, so deeply etched into his memory. And yet, also so… unfamiliar.