Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Battling the Earth Immortal, Golden Armored Giant God

"Boom!"

"Kill!"

While Mu Lin idly pondered, his Yin soldiers and ghost officials had already clashed with the elders of Jinyin Gate.

The thunder of galloping horses, unleashed spells, and demonic roars echoed endlessly across the Yin Soil and Cycle of Life and Death.

Though alone, Mu Lin’s army of Yin soldiers and ghost officials clashed with Jinyin Gate’s cultivators on a battlefield vast as war itself.

And this time, Mu Lin held the advantage.

The Yin Soil and Cycle of Life and Death granted him overwhelming environmental control.

The spiritual energy here pulsed with yin attributes and the Breath of Death, a consequence of yin and yang opposition.

This energy supercharged his Yin soldiers while corroding the souls of Jinyin Gate’s elders.

That alone tilted the scales impossibly in Mu Lin’s favor.

Worse for the elders, most had entered as souls, severely limiting their combat prowess.

Mu Lin’s forces, however, dominated souls and evil spirits by nature.

With every advantage, his Yin soldiers nearly overwhelmed the Transformation Elders in one surge.

But an Earth Immortal stood among them—and he was formidable.

Even within the Yin Soil, he maintained his bond with Jinyin Gate.

His domain erupted anew, crashing down upon Mu Lin’s forces.

Though Mu Lin controlled this realm’s power, the Earth Immortal still resisted—failing to imprison Mu Lin or fully paralyze his army.

Jin Haoran, Jinyin Gate’s leader, wielded not only a domain but overwhelming power.

“Pathetic! A mere City God Realm won’t save you!”

“Golden Spirit Giant God—manifest!”

*Hummm!*

A Golden Armored Giant God erupted from the earth behind him.

Bolstered by Jinyin Gate’s power, the deity towered eight hundred meters—a mountain of gleaming gold.

Mu Lin’s breath hitched as he saw the Giant God’s weapon: a thunder-forged Giant Blade resembling both spear and sword.

*CRACK!*

The Giant God swung casually. The blade—like a god’s wrath—carved through the crimson demonic horde with hurricane winds and crackling thunder.

*BOOM… ROAR!*

Air screamed. Earth split. Lightning ravaged the battlefield.

Three thousand crimson demonic creatures disintegrated in that single strike.

"How strong!"

"Boom!"

As Mu Lin watched, the Giant God swung again, its second assessment crashing toward the Beiwai Army.

Unlike the crimson demonic creatures, these soldiers held strong morale and military formations.

"Spirit of the Formation, no retreat!"

"Crash!"

The Cangshan Yumen Pass halted the Golden Spirit Giant God’s assault, though the mighty barrier cracked like splintered ice.

Mu Lin’s face tightened instead of showing relief. Both strikes had been mere casual blows from the Earth Immortal.

"True Earth Immortals," he muttered. "With terrain advantage, they’re beyond my current strength."

Yet fear never touched him. While evenly matched against the immortal, ordinary foes fell easily to his power.

"Gong Yin of Jinyin Gate," his voice boomed, clutching the ledger of life and death. The twelve-crest crown shadowed his eyes as black robes billowed. "Six hundred thirty-one years lived. Six hundred thirty-one years owed. Your thread ends today."

"Cao Zhan!" The accusation cracked like thunder. "Three cities razed, a hundred thousand dead. The Eighteen Layers of Hell await your sins."

Another elder choked as Black River water surged through his veins. With each pronouncement, horrors unfolded – arrows through chests, blades shredding flesh, lifetimes vanishing mid-breath.

"Save us, sect master!"

"Mercy!"

"Break this curse!"

Their pleas meant nothing. Mu Lin’s King of Hell manifestation matched their cultivation level, not the true Great God’s might. He targeted only the aged and wicked – those whose dwindling lifespans or heavy sins made them vulnerable.

Most Jinyin Gate elders qualified. Every strike stole decades from wrinkled cultivators who’d committed atrocities to prolong their years. The more years lost, the louder their screams – for nothing terrifies like watching death’s hourglass empty.

Aside from their inherent sins, even if they’d been innocent before, attacking Mu Lin itself became their crime—suppressing a prodigy of the human race and defying the authority of the King of Hell.

"Claiming they’re sinless? Impossible. Every expert in this world has killed, feuded, or murdered for treasures."

"Using their power to steal from the weak happened all the time."

The sins Mu Lin recognized weren’t exclusive to those with High Mastery of Transformation. All powerful clans enslaved people, bullied the weak with their status, seized women by force, and forced ordinary civilians into mining—common practices here.

Some clans even sacrificed humans to demonic weapons and evil gods.

Simply put, these powerful clans were built upon the suffering of common folk and low-level cultivators, born drenched in sin.

This was why Mu Lin showed no mercy.

Had they been poor masses, he might’ve hesitated to slaughter cities. But against powerful clans and their privileged youths? No guilt remained. What right did such people have to expect pity?

With nearly all bearing sins, Mu Lin’s authority as Hell’s judge unfolded completely.

As he called names one by one, multiple Transformation Elders fell dead while countless others lay wounded.

Jin Haoran finally snapped.

Jinyin Gate’s younger generation had already been wiped out by Mu Lin. Losing their Transformation Elders too would leave Jin Haoran a leader without followers, dooming Jinyin Gate to collapse.

Refusing this fate, Jin Haoran drove the Golden Spirit Giant God toward Mu Lin.

"You die now!"

To stop the deadly name-calling, the Golden Armored Giant God hurled its Thunderous Divine Weapon—a blade forged from lightning.

"BOOM!"

Propelled by the giant’s strength, the hundred-meter Giant Blade shot forth like heavenly judgment, annihilating all in its path.

Mu Lin fought back. Black river water coiled into a serpent lunging at the weapon. Martial Judge Zhong Kui absorbed the bright red wine gourd into his body, swelling into a Giant God. Drawing the Seven Stars Demon-Slaying Sword, he struck at the lightning blade. Infinite Chains materialized to bind it.

Useless.

The Thunderous Divine Weapon’s power could flatten mountains. Worse, it broke spiritual defenses, shattered magic, and pierced armor effortlessly.

Black Water serpent? Chains? Zhong Kui? All failed.

Earth Immortals attacked with the world’s crushing weight—no ordinary defense could withstand it.

Mu Lin’s protections shattered instantly. The divine blade struck like celestial wrath, incinerating his body. Half of Fengdu City crumbled in the blast.

"Incredible!"

"Victory for all!"

Jinyin Gate elders roared triumphantly at Mu Lin’s death and their deliverance.

Their cheers died in three breaths.

Though the Thunderous Divine Weapon killed its target, the Yin Soil remained. Then Mu Lin reappeared elsewhere, unharmed.

"You can’t kill me."