Chapter 654: General Against General

"INFINITE! REALM!!"

Lü Liangren's roar rolled in like thunder. Before he even arrived, a thick ink-wash giant dragon crashed through the black clouds of fire rain from below, opened its dragon maw that blotted out the sky, and instantly swallowed Brand's figure!

The ink-wash dragon swallowed Brand and spun rapidly in the air. Crackling ink-thunder roamed across its surface, eventually converging into its body, and it spat out a thunderous dragon breath straight toward the firmament!

Boom—!!

The black dragon breath was like a divine sword, piercing the sky. Amidst the tightly focused ink-thunder, a shattered figure was spat out along with it, falling toward the earth while billowing thick smoke.

Lü Liangren did not stop. He stepped on the ink-thunder, his eight-foot ink brush acting like a halberd, whistling as it followed and crashed into the earth!

Two massive clouds of dust rose one after another.

A strong wind swept through the dust, instantly blowing away the blinding gravel. In the center of the empty circular area, a figure in white stood holding the eight-foot ink brush, a chilling murderous intent drifting from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, a hideous circular crater had been smashed in front of him, with dense cracks spreading like a spiderweb. However, in the center of this giant crater, there was no figure at all, only a fragment of a black robe pinned to the tip of the ink brush.

Lü Liangren slowly raised his eyes and looked forward.

Amidst the billowing dust, a shattered body slowly took shape. His left shoulder had been blown into a bloody hole by the ink-wash dragon, and one of his legs was reduced to bare, ghastly bone—a shocking sight.

Brand looked down at his injuries and spoke helplessly:

"Does the Floating Life Painting always like to launch sneak attacks?"

Although the black clouds of fire rain had been dispersed by Lü Liangren, the sea of fire in Shuangqiao Town was still raging. Lü Liangren looked at the indifferent Brand and the hell-on-earth town behind him, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

"You... are Brand??"

"Oh? You recognize me?"

"The Infinite Realm only has two Tier 8s. One is the former president of the Witchcraft Association, Shang Shaoquan; the other is the vice president, the leader of the [Alchemy] path, Brand..." Lü Liangren's eyes narrowed. "Not long ago, Shang Shaoquan was backstabbed and assassinated. The only remaining Tier 8 in the Infinite Realm can only be you."

"Hahaha, that's right, I am Brand." Brand laughed and admitted it. "I've heard of you too. You are the Third Hall of the Floating Life Painting, Lü Liangren. It is widely rumored outside that you are the number one fierce general of the Red Dust."

"Number one fierce general? I don't deserve that title. But killing you is enough."

"Even if you really could kill me, it wouldn't change anything." Brand said nonchalantly. "We still have the Infinite Lord."

Hearing the name "Infinite Lord," Lü Liangren's heart skipped a beat. He certainly knew that the Infinite Lord had awakened and would likely intervene personally in this Realm War, but he still said in a deep voice:

"We still have a Second Hall, and his strength is not below mine."

"We have the Infinite Lord."

"We also have the Chief Hall, he is the current leader of the Green God Path!"

"We have the Infinite Lord."

Lü Liangren said angrily, "We also have the Red Dust Lord!"

"Then why don't you ask your Red Dust Lord when she will wake up? And how long she can live once she does?"

Lü Liangren's chest heaved violently. He tried to suppress his towering rage and convert it into killing intent, saying coldly: "You started the Realm War, killing people and slaughtering towns, which will surely arouse public indignation among humans... Even the Infinite Lord cannot escape judgment."

"Judgment?" Brand sneered. "Once we slaughter the Red Dust and refine all the Philosopher's Stones, who can judge an immortal Nine Lord?"

"Slaughter the Red Dust? Just by you??"

"Of course not just me."

Brand raised his hand and pointed to the thick smoke rising in the distance. "Soldier against soldier, general against general. You and I both know very well that the only meaning of our existence is to keep each other pinned here...

You, Lü Liangren, are indeed very powerful, but are the other people in the Floating Life Painting as capable as you?"

……

"Nansha Town is under attack!"

"Yunshui Town is under attack!!"

"I'm on my way to Chu Town, but there's black smoke rising in that direction, I estimate it has already fallen..."

"Damn it, these guys actually split up and attacked from different directions at the same time?"

"They want to play the time difference, to carry out town massacres in the gaps between our troop deployments! They didn't even spare the children!"

"These animals..."

“……”

Successive voices came from the walkie-talkie. Wang Jincheng stepped on a giant flying rock, skimming through the air, his thick black hair dancing in the wind, but his brows were furrowed tighter and tighter.

This move by the Infinite Realm was beyond everyone's expectations.

When others fight wars, they arrange troops and formations, concentrating their combat power as much as possible to capture cities and territory... But the Infinite Realm not only didn't do that, but instead scattered all their manpower, attacking a large number of towns simultaneously to carry out large-scale massacres.

Although the Floating Life Painting had made preparations in advance, they didn't have enough manpower to garrison every town. Even though they rushed to intercept as soon as the Infinite Realm made their move, this short interval of a dozen minutes had already turned more than a dozen towns into wasteland.

These guys weren't here to capture territory at all... Their goal was only one: slaughter!

Wherever the Infinite Realm passed, almost no living soul was left, and it was even hard to find complete corpses. The large-scale destructive power of the Witch God Path was displayed vividly on the battlefield.

"The Eighth will immediately head to Meilong Town, the Fourth will continue to advance, Architects 011, 013, and 018, move to the northeast now, a group of Witchcraft Association personnel is about to arrive at Lian Town..."

"Wang Jincheng, head to Xue Town immediately."

The voice of the Second Hall came from the walkie-talkie, calmly deploying everyone's movements.

The Red Dust Realm was simply too large, and the towns were distributed like stars. If the Second Hall hadn't used his authority to oversee the big picture, the situation would only be more chaotic... But under the "full map vision" of the Second Hall, all the combat power of the Red Dust Realm was heading to various battlefields in an orderly manner, with hope of intercepting the Infinite Realm personnel before the second wave of massacres began.

Wang Jincheng looked down at the earth, seeing that the town not far away had already turned into a sea of fire. His pupils reflected the raging flames, and his face was extremely gloomy.

Immediately after, as if he had caught something, he turned his gaze to a long embankment at the edge of the sea of fire.

At this moment, on the embankment, a figure in a black robe was walking unhurriedly toward the next town. As if he had also sensed Wang Jincheng's gaze, he looked up and locked onto the giant rock in the sky.

Wang Jincheng leaped down from the giant rock like a falling meteor, heavily smashing a gap into the embankment!

Dust flew around Wang Jincheng. He stood up straight on the embankment, and the next moment, the pressure of a Tier 7 rushed toward him from that black robe!

"...Looks like my luck is bad."