Chapter 163: Demonic Frenzy

"A dead evil ghost is a good evil ghost!" Manman shrieked, bounding forward with a heavy hammer in each hand. "Big Brother said so, and he's definitely right! Watch Manman smash you to pieces with a hammer!"

Five Jiazu warriors roared in fury, holding long blades in one hand as the edges scraped against the ground. Fierce blade auras tore a hundred-zhang-deep jagged fissure into the earth. Charging toward Ji Hao, they covered the short distance of several miles in just five or six massive strides.

Their long blades dragged bloody arcs of light through the air. Coordinating flawlessly, the five simultaneously brought their weapons down toward Ji Hao's neck and limbs, clearly intending to hack him into eight pieces. Yet before Ji Hao could even move, Manman had already vaulted over their heads with her heavy hammers.

Fire runes blazed across the surfaces of the two Mountain-Smashing Hammers, roaring with violent flames. It was as if two miniature suns had appeared in the night sky. The intense heat unleashed by the hammers caused the air within a ten-mile radius to churn violently, distorting everyone's vision and blurring their figures into hazy silhouettes.

With wild, grating laughter that echoed into the high heavens, the five Jiazu warriors refused to dodge the frantic blows descending upon them. Instead, they simultaneously raised their left hands to meet the hammers while continuing to swing their right-handed blades directly at Ji Hao.

"Lunatics!" Ji Hao mentally branded the five Jiazu warriors. Stamping his foot, the ground rippled beneath him. Utilizing the Earth-Splitting Divine Escape technique, he borrowed the power of the earth to vanish a hundred miles away, sliding smoothly out from underground.

Five streams of blade light struck the solid earth, and explosive, whistling shockwaves echoed like thunder far into the distance. The long blades in the hands of the Jiazu warriors unleashed ten-mile-long auras, carving horrific gashes into the ground.

Manman let out a mighty shout, throwing every ounce of her strength into the swing of her heavy hammers as she slammed them mercilessly into the raised left hands of the five Jiazu warriors.

These fellows had drastically miscalculated Manman's terrifying physical strength, and even more so, they had underestimated the horrifying might contained within her twin Mountain-Smashing Hammers. As the most beloved youngest daughter of the Fire God Zhurong, the power of Manman's hammers was enough to ensure they would suffer nightmares for the rest of their lives.

Surges of firelight and splashing heat enveloped the five Jiazu warriors. The vambraces and gauntlets on their left arms turned glowing red under the extreme temperature, rapidly melting before dissolving into wisps of thin smoke.

Their palms began to burn, flesh and skin charring away to reveal crystalline, transparent bloody bones beneath. The dreadful weight of the Mountain-Smashing Hammers crashed down with crushing force, and the heavily tempered, exceptionally tough bones of the five cracked with spiderweb-like fractures amid a loud crunch.

With a whoosh, Manman used the recoil to leap a dozen miles into the air, landing heavily back at the main gate of the tribe.

A pillar of fire a hundred zhang in diameter surged straight into the sky. Trapped firmly within the blazing inferno, the five Jiazu warriors roared hoarsely as Manman's summoned subterranean fire magic propelled them upward. The terrifying molten flames crazily devoured their bodies, seeping relentlessly through their damaged armor. The blistering heat scorched their skin, dried up their muscles, and penetrated their internal organs through their fractured flesh, inflicting agonizing, unbearable pain.

"Manman, well done!" Ji Hao cheered heartily, clapping his hands in admiration.

"Haha! Manman is wonderful!" Manman proudly hoisted her twin heavy hammers, then suddenly blinked her wide eyes and stared at the dumbfounded Alozhai. "What was your name again? Are you jealous because Ji Hao is better-looking than you? Ha, Manman will help you out so you can look better than Ji Hao."

Dragging her heavy hammers, Manman stomped forward toward Alozhai's chariot with the momentum of a charging tyrannosaurus. Swinging her hammers casually from time to time to smash into the ground and send tremors through the earth, she shrieked bizarrely, "Just let Manman give your face a smack with her hammer, and you'll definitely be a hundred times better-looking than Ji Hao!"

Alozhai gritted his teeth as he glared at Manman. The vertical third eye on his forehead suddenly split open, and a streak of frantic crimson light burst from its pitch-black depths. Alozhai's body trembled violently as a strange, scorching, and frenzied aura resembling wildfire gradually radiated from within him.

Rings of peculiar red light surged from the vertical eye on Alozhai's forehead, sweeping across the hundred-odd Jiazu warriors behind him and the thousand slave soldiers in their wake. The bodies of these Jiazu warriors and slave soldiers began to tremble in unison, their eyes turning a terrifying shade of red.

"Kill!" A Jiazu warrior raised his weapon and let out a hoarse, desperate howl.

Amid cracking sounds, the already exceptionally sturdy bodies of the Jiazu warriors expanded violently. Blood vessels as thick as a baby's fist bulged from beneath their skin, transforming them into massive, ghost-like monsters. Their muscles swelled frantically in an unnatural manner, protruding so severely that they forced their way out through the gaps in their armor, swelling their frames into rounded lumps of solid muscle.

It was not just the hundred Jiazu warriors; the slave soldiers, who had originally stood only a foot taller than Ji Hao, also suddenly expanded. They rapidly grew into towering giants twice Ji Hao's height.

Clearly, the physical bodies of these slave soldiers were nowhere near as resilient as those of the Jiazu warriors, nor could they perfectly harmonize with the strange power bestowed upon them by the crimson light radiating from Alozhai's brow. While their bodies swelled, their skin tore apart in jagged shreds, exposing bloody muscles everywhere.

With a rush, a thousand slave soldiers clenched their weapons and swept across the armies of the three tribes behind them like a violent gale.

Before the warriors of the three vassal tribes could even react, they were massacred by the slave soldiers, whose speed, strength, and agility had multiplied manifold. The deaths of every single tribal warrior were utterly gruesome; every blow from a slave soldier tore their targets limb from limb, while others were blasted into pulp that splattered the ground.

Blood covered the earth, and the scent of death permeated the air.

Enveloped by the crimson light emanating from the vertical eye on Alozhai's forehead, the aura of death condensed into a nearly tangible, visible crimson mist. All the Jiazu warriors and slave soldiers breathed it in deeply, swallowing the deadly fog into their bodies.

Their bodies underwent a wondrous transformation, and their auras grew even more frenzied and formidable.

All trace of reason vanished entirely from their eyes, leaving behind only the most fanatical desire for slaughter and the most cold-blooded, merciless will to kill.

Alozhai raised his hands high and shrieked hysterically, "Children of the great red sun, slaughter and violence are the sources of our strength! Kill them, massacre them, ravage them to your heart's content! Make them weep, make them howl, make them wail in agony!"

Roars resembling the howling of countless beasts erupted as the Jiazu warriors and slave soldiers swarmed toward Manman like a tidal wave.