Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 656

Capítulo 656: Godlike Master Part 7

The front line of the undead army exploded in bursts of light.

Limbs flew in every direction, skulls cracked open, and rotting bodies dropped to the ground in heaps. The force of the impact left scorched craters across the land.

For a moment, it looked like the assault had worked.

Then the broken corpses were swallowed by a creeping black substance—thick, slow-moving, like tar. Seconds later, they rose again.

“They’re getting back up!” one of the archers cried.

Their morale cracked. If the opponent couldn’t stay dead, then what chance did they have?

“Don’t stop!” the captain barked. “Fire again!”

More arrows flew, faster now. The sky above the battlefield lit up like a storm of light.

Reign let them waste their strength. From time to time, an attack would be aimed at him—but it always vanished before reaching his skin.

‘Oh? Some idiots are actually spying on me,’ he chuckled inwardly, sensing multiple spirit users nearby. He sensed their presence clearly but chose to ignore them.

Letting the enemy gather information made things more fun. Without a little panic and false hope, this whole mess wouldn’t be nearly as entertaining.

But one presence, in particular, caught his attention.

“My student. It’s time to show me what you can do .Go. Lead our army to victory.”

Kang San leapt from the back of the elephant summon, landing without a sound.

A shockwave rippled out from where he touched down, forcing nearby undead to step back and bow their heads.

He didn’t look at them.

Didn’t need to.

With one motion of his hand, they began moving —faster this time, more organized.

A tight formation formed behind him, tens of thousands of undead spirit masters at the front, beasts behind them, and bone-crafted siege weapons at the rear.

They charged.

Inside the city, soldiers shouted new orders. Commanders scrambled across the wall.

“Get the more cannons in place!”

“Recharge those talismans!”

“Healers, to the west rampart—now!”

From above, it looked like ants trying to hold back a flood.

But it was useless.

The undead army still reached the gate under Kang San’s command. The spirit users had no choice—they jumped down from the walls, forced to confront the enemy face to face.

A large-scale battle broke out.

Kang San stood still as the first wave approached. Spirit users came from all sides—four from the left, three from the right, and more dropping in behind.

They wore different robes, from different sects, but shared the same goal: take him down.

The first attacker struck with a wind-based technique, blades of air slicing toward Kang San’s neck and chest.

A dark shield flared up, absorbing the blow without effort.

Another spirit user leapt in, spinning midair, twin hammers crackling with lightning.

Kang San raised his hand—and caught both weapons barehanded. Sparks danced around his arms.

Then he crushed the hammers and slammed his palm into the man’s chest. Bones shattered. The man flew backward, smashing through two of his allies.

“Don’t let him recover! Keep the pressure!” one of them shouted.

Five more closed in. One used a binding skill—chains of light wrapped around Kang San’s legs and torso. Another launched a fire spear at his chest.

It struck.

Smoke filled the air. The explosion forced even undead to stop and shield themselves.

When the smoke cleared, Kang San was still standing. His robe burned off at the shoulder, revealing skin that was already healing. The chains fell apart like wet paper.

“Is this all you’ve got?” he sneered.

A wave of dark energy burst from his body, rolling over the battlefield like a flood.

Spirit users staggered where they stood. Some dropped their weapons, clutching their chests as their spirit power drained out of them like leaking water.

A few tried to retreat—but their shadows twisted unnaturally, rising like hands to grab their ankles.

They couldn’t move. No matter how hard they struggled, they were stuck—frozen in place by their own fear and fading strength.

“Die!” One woman rushed Kang with a spirit sword infused with ice.

Her strikes were clean, fast, and deadly accurate. Kang San didn’t block. He let her cut him—once on the shoulder, another across the chest.

For a split second, she looked victorious. Then her sword got stuck in his ribs.

His body pushed the blade out like it was nothing. Flesh closed over the wound. His arm reached forward and gripped her by the throat.

Her body shriveled, spirit rings flickering out, and then he tossed her aside like broken wood.

From above, a Spirit Saint dropped in—strong, confident, backed by two spirit beasts. One was a golden-winged wolf, the other a flaming serpent.

They flanked Kang San, striking in sync. The serpent coiled and lunged for his leg. The wolf slashed at his back.

They connected.

Flesh tore. Blood hit the ground.

But the wounds healed before their eyes.

Kang San moved for the first time in ten seconds. And in an instant, shadow vines sprouted from the ground. They grabbed the beasts, crushing them before they could react.

The Spirit Saint panicked. “This thing isn’t human—!”

Kang San appeared in front of him, eyes glowing red. He drove a spear made from bone straight through the man’s chest.

Then, he smiled. “You’re nothing. Not now. Not after my master gave me this godlike body.”

More spirit users circled in. This time, they coordinated—traps, ranged strikes, freezing spells, and layered defense. It was a proper ambush.

Kang San took three hits at once—a poison needle to the neck, an earth spike through his foot, and a slash across the back.

He fell to one knee.

One of them cheered. “He’s down! Keep going!”

But Kang San looked up with a mocking smile.Blood-red light poured out, spreading across the dirt.

The needle dissolved.

The earth spike melted.

The cut closed.

His body pulsed with energy.

Black bones crawled over his skin like living armor, locking into place piece by piece. They covered his arms, chest, and legs—sharp, jagged, and unnatural. The ground cracked beneath him as the pressure in the air spiked.

“My turn.”