Yi Tianxing's terrifying power—none understood it better than the Behemoth King. The image of Yi Tianxing instantly annihilating a proud genius of the Three-Eyed Race on the Battlefield of Gods and Demons remained vivid in his mind. Deep down, he knew just how overwhelming that power was. Putting himself in that place, he doubted he could win. Even if he was unwilling to admit it, the truth was undeniable—Yi Tianxing surpassed him.
At any other time, he would've avoided clashing with Yi Tianxing. But today was different.
This was a national war—perhaps even the final battle of his life.
King versus King. General versus General.
The battlefield was still locked in a fierce stalemate, and victory seemed elusive. Yet when the Behemoth King saw the Demonhunter Squad relentlessly assassinating the shamans among the orc armies, an ominous feeling began to rise in his heart.
This was it—the moment of triumph or defeat.
He had no intention of retreating. Who was he?
He was the Golden Behemoth King, one of the born rulers of the beastman race. The land's greatest warrior—one who could challenge sky dragons and battle giants without flinching. Never had he feared any foe. Even if defeated, he would fall in combat, never in cowardice. Before death, there would be no surrender.
This was the dignity of the Golden Behemoth King.
And the unyielding pride rooted deep in his heart.
Besides, he hadn't been idle in recent times. He believed his strength had undergone a great transformation, his bloodline grown stronger. Even if he were to fight a true dragon, he would not yield. This was the unfinished battle between him and Yi Tianxing.
"Very well. Since King Behemoth is so eager, then let us fight once more—to decide not only victory but life and death."
Yi Tianxing nodded and spoke calmly.
"Victory or death,"the Behemoth King echoed solemnly.
He had waited too long for this day.
Moreover, he now possessed a certain treasure. Even against Yi Tianxing, he believed he had a real chance of suppressing him. In truth, he had obtained this treasure back on the Battlefield of Gods and Demons, but had never fully refined it—or revealed its power. He'd been saving it… for this very battle.
"Fight!"
The Behemoth King stood from his massive golden throne and stepped forward without hesitation. As he left the Golden City and touched down on the earth, his body swelled like a balloon pumped full of air, rapidly expanding in size.
Step one: fifty zhang tall.
Step two: one hundred zhang.
Step three: one hundred and thirty zhang.
With every step, his body grew larger. By the time he reached the center of the battlefield, he had become a colossal warbeast over three to four hundred zhang tall, his golden fur glowing like fire. His feet became razor-sharp claws, his hands turned into vicious talons. A terrifying and violent aura exploded outward, forming a swirling storm of energy that distorted the clouds above.
Behemoth.
Golden Behemoth.
At the moment he revealed his true form, an overwhelming might was unleashed. At this moment, he stood as the invincible force on the battlefield, his pressure even surpassing that of a true dragon.
"Come fight!"
Yi Tianxing's body lit up with a flash of light. The Chaos Battle Dragon Robe appeared on him naturally, exuding an aura of chaotic light. The robe echoed with dragon roars. He stepped out from Xuanhuang City and stood in mid-air, fearlessly confronting his foe—but did not descend to the ground.
Thus, an iconic image was formed:Yi Tianxing stood in the sky,The Behemoth King on the earth.Both released overwhelming battle intent, crashing into each other like tidal waves, shattering the surrounding clouds with invisible force.
Yet Yi Tianxing did not summon his true battle form—which, if unleashed, would have made him just as massive. But this time, he chose not to rely on his physical might.
A worthy opponent had finally appeared. How could he not enjoy this fight?
"King Behemoth, allow me to test my new life-bound artifact upon you."
He spoke calmly. With a single thought, a flash of light appeared in his hand.
A seven-colored crystal banner floated before him—none other than the Myriad Talisman Banner, which had recently undergone a complete transformation into a world-class divine artifact.
Glimpses of countless talismans could be seen shifting and flowing across the banner's surface—mysterious and awe-inspiring. One look was enough to tell that this artifact's power was extraordinary.
Boom—boom—boom!!
Gripping the banner, he channeled his true essence into it. A single talisman on the banner lit up naturally. With a wave, a fiery-red talisman condensed in midair and quickly transformed into a giant fireball—over one or two meters wide, a super fireball.
Myriad Talisman Banner – Fireball Talisman!
This talisman was no ordinary one—it was a high-grade artifact talisman. If a low-grade talisman had a base power, a mid-grade would double it, a high-grade would quadruple it, and a supreme-grade would multiply it by eight.
The fireball talisman was of supreme grade, thus wielding eight times the destructive force of a standard fireball.
The Myriad Talisman Banner could also amplify the talisman further:
Yellow-tier amplification: doubles it → 16x
Profound-tier amplification: adds another multiplier → 24x total.
Supported by heaven and earth energy and infused with true essence and Dao resonance, this fireball's destructive power went far beyond normal. It was like a Nascent Soul cultivator unleashing a technique that could threaten beings of the same tier.
That was the power of cultivation and Dao comprehension—turning a fireball into a lethal weapon.
And these weren't just single fireballs.
In the blink of an eye, Yi Tianxing caused hundreds—thousands of fireballs to appear in midair, generated effortlessly by the banner as long as his energy held.
Fireballs rained from the sky like a meteor shower, bombarding the Behemoth King's position with blazing fury.
The flames seemed to ignite the very air, leaving no room for escape—especially not for a body as massive as the Behemoth King's.
"Kill!"
The Behemoth King roared, without hesitation.
With that cry, he lashed out—a golden claw slashing toward the sky. Razor-sharp, glowing with divine light, his talons distorted the void itself. This claw could tear the heavens asunder—like a hand of judgment.
Boom—boom—boom!
His terrifying strength showed itself. The Behemoth King was, after all, the King of Land Warfare, famous for his physical might. With one swipe, dozens of fireballs were crushed instantly, turned to nothing—not even sparks remained.
That claw… was devastating.
Still, the force within those fireballs wasn't meaningless. His massive body staggered slightly, clearly affected. These were hundreds, even thousands, of super fireballs—a literal natural disaster.
"So powerful. That's His Majesty's talisman weapon? Capable of unleashing so many fireballs with such devastating power… is that really a talisman banner? Why does it feel so different from mine?"
Craftsman Master Lu watched with wonder in his eyes.
Having studied countless techniques, he was intimately familiar with the power of talismans and had even forged one himself—a talisman banner. But its materials and structure were worlds apart from Yi Tianxing's. His version couldn't match such explosive power or variety.
"Each of the Emperor's fireballs poses a fatal threat to me. And yet the Behemoth King casually wipes them away. His power is truly terrifying."
Others on the battlefield also grew solemn. Despite their confidence in Yi Tianxing, the Behemoth King's strength was not to be underestimated.
Still, none of them doubted Yi Tianxing. Not after all he had shown—especially on the Battlefield of Gods and Demons, where he had crushed all the proud elites of other races, even those of the Eternal Night.
Eyes locked onto the sky and earth, the soldiers didn't dare blink—fearing they'd miss a single moment.
"Just these little fireballs, and you think you can stop me?"
The Behemoth King roared, his war intent surging to the heavens. His entire body was ablaze with golden divine light, each strand of fur glowing like flames.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He stepped forward without pause.
Every step sent shockwaves through the earth. Cracks like spiderwebs formed beneath his feet, spreading outward like a living earthquake. At the same time, he drew upon the power of the earth itself, his aura as immovable as a mountain.