Is that a Wisp?

Krune's strength had already reached the Elementary God Realm due to his various complementary abilities. So, when tens of thousands of his clones with the same power launched an attack, the effect was staggering, almost enough for the Primal Gods to take things seriously.

After all, he was attacking using tribulation lightning that would mess up and vaporize their Spiritual Incarnation if they were careless.

For a moment, the Primal Gods had to stop their attacks and focus on defending themselves, grunting as the penetrative beams of tribulation lightning slammed into their protective shields, beginning to penetrate through them while vaporizing their surroundings.

"Don't split the army!" Krune informed Zamura right as the other party tried to send a portion of their experts to defend the Mountain Sect. "I'll hold them off for long enough. Try to take care of our enemies by then and reinforce me. I've already infected a lot of our enemies. So, they'll begin to devour each other soon after. Hold on until that happens."

"If I activate it early, they'll become alert and escape. So, we'll have to wait for the perfect time to counterattack!"

"Be careful, Krune. Don't die on me, alright?" Zamura said, cutting off communication as he noticed the clones around him vanish one after another, with all of them heading towards the Mountain Sect.

He then gazed at his enemies, roaring as thousands of figures gushed out of his body, taking form.

Equipment Spirits!

Equipment spirits of all forms, possessing various powers, emerged, immediately beginning to target the enemies.

"Master, the Mist Sect had vacated their four continents. So, their entire wealth and people should be stored within a massive Sub-Realm that they have brought with them," Boldak said. "And that's where they must also be hiding all their equipment that has equipment spirits. If you gain access there, you'll be able to change the tide of war easily."

"Can you locate it?" Zamura asked.

"Yes, but it'll take time," Boldak replied. "Thankfully, Divination Immortal is focusing somewhere else. Without him hindering me, it's only a matter of time before I find the location."

"Alright, focus on that." Zamura nodded before gazing at the figure of Tianal. "When the location is found, I want you to create a channel into that Sub-Realm."

"Yes, master," Tianal replied.

Tianal was the Pocket Immortal's weapon spirit, so she had abilities similar to him.

It was the same for Boldak, who had been the Divination Immortal's weapon spirit.

"Zamura! Die!" Suddenly, a Primal God shouted in anger, unleashing the entirety of his might. Of course, he recognized Boldak, realizing that as long as Zamura existed, they wouldn't be able to use their exclusive weapons to fight.

This prevented them from unleashing the entirety of their power. In fact, quite a number of Elementary Gods had already been killed, not to mention three Primal Gods.

In response, the Mountain Sect's Elementary Gods and Primal Gods didn't suffer a single casualty until now. It was because they were able to go all out while the Mist Sect had to hold back in fear of their weapons being snatched by Zamura.

The moment this happened, the strength of the Mountain Sect would increase rapidly, bridging the strength difference between the two sects.

So, as long as they took out Zamura first, they would be able to go all out. However, the Elementary Gods that had targeted him were already dead.

Zamura had killed fifteen Elementary Gods until now, the second-highest, following Sterlena. Krune was at the third, mostly focusing on unleashing a lot of attacks to keep as many Primal Gods at bay as possible while allowing his sect members to mow them down one after another.

"You dare target a junior?" Zela's angry voice resounded as she flashed before the Primal God, punching him in the face, causing him to squeal in pain, feeling pain for the first time in thousands of years.

He had been dead for a hundred thousand years now, only being revived recently. But all along, he hadn't ever felt such pain, not after he had become an immortal.

But now, it returned, causing him to squeal. After all, his pain tolerance had vanished over long periods of never feeling any pain.

Zela kicked the Primal God, causing him to be sent flying into three other Primal Gods, all that she had been battling against. They were passively defending against her attacks that caused them to feel a lot of pain.

Zela had already been a strong Primal God. But after arriving at the Mountain Sect, she chanced upon Body Cultivation, realizing that it was perfect for her. It complimented her ability perfectly, allowing the strength of her punches to increase, also causing her targets to feel more pain.

Moreover, tiny spikes jutted out of her knuckles, injecting a mysterious venom into the bodies of the targets she was pummelling. This venom was something she created after fusing her passive abilities with her Divine Sense Law, creating this venom whose only function was to cause her opponent's Spiritual Incarnation to fail at healing.

It was similar to a leech's toxin that prevented the body from clotting the wound, causing blood to flow out uncontrollably.

Her venom did the same, preventing her enemies from healing their damage while she continued to smack them repeatedly, slowly causing their figures to become bloody.

"Haah… hah… this is bad…" Zela muttered after a while, becoming exhausted, having been attacking a dozen Primal Gods nonstop. Their side was pretty overwhelmed, so she had to do something and stall as many Primal Gods as possible.

The twelve Primal Gods from the three continents were pretty weak in this regard, already on the losing end in a one-on-one battle against their opponents.

On the side of the Mountain Sect's Primal Gods, most of them were only able to fight against two opponents at most. Zualin was able to fight against three to four Primal Gods, but that was already his limit.

As she was stronger than him, despite having weaker cultivation, Zela had to take on the burden.

Normally, their plan was for her to stall her enemies while Faunkill destroyed them. However, Multar proved to be a terrifying opponent, a Titled Primal God like him.

So, Faunkill was already fighting for his life against this opponent, unable to set aside any strength to help them.

"Just overwhelm her. She's getting tired." Three more Primal Gods arrived at the scene, sneaking upon Zela as they attacked her, constantly raining down attacks before soon, her defenses gaze out.

Spurt!