“What happened?”0

“This is bad!” A chorus of startled cries rose from above.0

In just a few breaths, apart from the Four Saints and the two Buddhas, only a handful of gods of exceptional power could still barely remain aloft. All others had fallen, including many of the disciples and followers beside the Saints and Buddhas.0

And where had they fallen? Onto the vast mountains, the Mountain God’s domain.0

Rumble…0

The earth trembled once more. Strata swelled upward, and rocks tumbled and rolled. In the blink of an eye, several stone giants as tall as mountains rose among the peaks, some with trees growing from their bodies. Each step they took made the whole range quake; each punch they threw carried the combined might of hundreds of li of mountains.0

The mountain giants trampled the gods’ officers and heavenly generals underfoot like ants, or bent low to hammer them one by one with massive fists.1

Caught off guard, the divine officers and generals were thrown into brief disarray, but quickly rallied to mount a defense and counterattack. Some formed battle formations; others forced themselves into the air against some unseen force pressing down on them, striving to avoid the giants’ legs and feet. Blades, swords, and magical treasures struck in unison, erupting across the giants’ bodies like blossoms of steel and light.0

In moments, even those colossal figures were covered in wounds.0

The trees on their bodies snapped, the wild grasses were flattened, and even the rocky layers that armored them were worn thin.0

The number of gods’ officers and generals dwindled steadily.0

“I’ll lend you a hand.” The Daoist waved his feather fan once more.0

Whoosh…0

Those few divine officers and generals who had barely managed to lift off earlier now lost all strength to stay aloft, crashing heavily back to the ground.0

Boom!0

A giant foot, carrying the weight of a mountain, came stomping down toward them....0