Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 662

Capítulo 662: Godlike Master Part 13

“ARGGG!” Kang roared, vines twitching in rage, but the massive hand slowly lowered.

For a few seconds, nothing moved on the battlefield except drifting smoke and glowing cinders.

The elemental golems regrouped, rising back to their full height.

Their surfaces bore deep scars—gouged stone, cracked ice, scorched bark—but none had fallen.

“Maintain formation!” The Grand Mistress of the Azure Path raised her fan, her voice amplified by dozens of spirit conduits.

“Channel power into the bindings! Don’t let it regenerate again!”

High ranking spirit users stood along the battlements of their temporary fortress,

From behind their lines, thousands lifted shimmering banners.

Energy flared across the field in synchronized waves—spirits answering the call of their masters.

Kang’s hollow eyes turned slowly, surveying the growing army that gathered to face him.

With a roar, he swung one massive hand sideways, knocking aside two smaller golems that tried to circle behind.

One of the smaller earth elementals dissolved under the crushing blow, reduced to clods of dirt and shredded vines.

“Pin it down!” another high ranker bellowed.

The wind golem shot upward, its body spinning into a cyclone.

Blades of compressed air shredded several of Kang’s outstretched tendrils.

The ice golem followed, smashing its frozen limbs against the exposed core in Kang’s chest.

Cracks spread across the vine monster’s torso, oozing sap as if it bled green.

Kang lurched, but he didn’t fall.

Instead, his remaining arm split open.

From within, a fresh wave of barbed creepers erupted, lashing across the field like whips.

Three golems were caught too close. Vines snagged them and pulverized them.

Their weapons clattered to the ground as the vines wrapped around their bodies and squeezed.

The fire golem reacted. It leaned forward, molten jaws opening wide, and unleashed a jet of white-hot flame that consumed the writhing tendrils.

For a moment, the vines shriveled.

But then Kang’s body flexed again—and the blackened creepers burst forth renewed.

They spread in all directions, digging into the dirt, anchoring him deeper.

At this point, everyone understood one thing.

It was only a matter of time before Kang destroyed everything in his path.

No walls would hold him back. No army could stand against the force he had become.

“Use the next formation!” Roared by the supreme one of the Spirit Sect

At his signal, hundreds of spirit users emerged from hidden trenches.

Each one held a polished silver rod. They slammed the rods into the ground in perfect unison.

A humming note spread across the plain, so deep it made the stones vibrate.

Lines of pale light raced outward from each rod, forming a vast grid beneath Kang’s massive feet.

“Celestial Lock Array—prepare to anchor the target!”

Kang’s eyes narrowed. For the first time, a glimmer of fear moved across his viny face.

But before he could react, the elemental golems surged forward as one.

Every strike pushed Kang deeper into the glowing grid.

Spirit users poured more power into the rods. Each line of light brightened until it glared like a miniature sun.

“ARGGG!” Kang let out a furious, strangled bellow, and his arms thrashed so hard the earth buckled.

Two more golems fell, their cores split by sheer force.

But the remaining ones held firm, forcing his immense body to bend forward.

Reign watched silently, hands folded behind his back.

He could have ended it then—one snap of his fingers would turn everyone into ash.

But some part of him wanted to see if the alliance could truly bind his unruly student.

crack!

Silver lightning burst from the rods, striking Kang’s limbs.

Then, without warning, a deep tremor split the ground.

Chains erupted from the cracks, coiling tight.

It didn’t just bind the monster—they stopped his regeneration.

Where the vines tried to grow back, the iron links dug in deeper, pulling the energy out.

The more he struggled, the stronger the chains became, drinking his power like roots draining water from the earth. It was almost ironic.

Every detail showed they had studied Kang’s plan-like ability carefully.

“REMOVE THIS CHAINS!” Kang’s roar turned shrill, almost human — but not quite.

The chains tightened further, cracking more of his torso.

Sap and dark sludge splattered across the grid as his limbs convulsed violently.

For a heartbeat, the spirit users dared to hope.

But then…

A low rumble echoed beneath the entire plain. The ground heaved, as if some ancient creature was taking its first breath in millennia.

Kang’s shattered torso burst open, and a towering seed core pushed upward — a spiked, pulsing mass of twisted green and black.

The chains that once drank his energy began to melt, overrun by dark rootlets that spread like veins of ink across the earth.

The Celestial Lock Array flickered. One by one, its hard links vanished.

“Put more energy!” The Grand Mistress screamed.

Lightning raged across the sky like a thousand roaring dragons.

Bolts slammed down in a nonstop torrent, each strike splitting the heavens and leaving afterimages burned into the eyes of everyone watching.

But even this divine barrage barely made a dent in the seed core.

The twisted shell writhed and pulsed, its surface drinking in the lightning as though it were gentle rain.

Desperation gripped the defenders.

One by one, the spirit users holding the rods tore off their soul seals.

Some knelt, pressing their foreheads to the scorched earth, their tears mixing with blood and ash.

They began detonating.

Each sacrifice became a brilliant nova of spirit light, the burst of their life force rocketing upward and into the spirit circle in the sky.

For an instant, the entire battlefield turned pure white. The sound of those explosions was so deafening that it seemed as though the world itself was splintering apart.

A hundred souls. Then two hundred. Then five hundred.

The Celestial Lock Array expanded, its light surging until it seemed to eclipse even the sun.

The rain of lightning turned into a single titanic column that crashed down on the seed core with a force beyond any previous strike.

Cracks finally appeared across the seed’s surface. Black sap spewed out, sizzling under the purifying rain.

The Grand Mistress fell to her knees. “More… more! We can still—”

“That’s enough,” Reign’s voice rang out — calm and strong, cutting through the chaos like the voice of a god.