Chapter 945: Chapter 945: One Sword Extinguishes Ten Thousand Beasts Chapter 945: Chapter 945: One Sword Extinguishes Ten Thousand Beasts “It’s trying to escape!”

Samuel Collins, upon witnessing this scene, cried out anxiously, then suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly covered his mouth.

The next second, he saw a streak of light, whooshing after the fleeing figure.

“Still thinking of running?!”

Greg Jensen’s expression was cold as he hurled the Twilight Snow Knife, which flew like an arrow, fiercely stabbing towards the Yamata no Orochi.

In a moment of desperation, the Yamata no Orochi turned its head and caught the Twilight Snow Knife in its mouth.

Crack!

The otherwise invincible Twilight Snow Knife was actually bitten in two.

Greg Jensen’s heart ached, and his rage intensified. He split his hands apart, turning them into dragon claws, and viciously swiped down.

Splurt!

The hard scales, under the dragon claws, seemed like a joke, as easily pierced as tofu.

A large chunk of flesh was violently torn off, causing the Yamata no Orochi to howl in pain and flee even more swiftly.

From the distant warship, the Emperor and others were stunned into silence.

“What weapon is he holding?”

“It seems…”

Gulp!

Dragon Farm swallowed hard, said hesitantly, “Your Majesty, it seems… it’s not a weapon.”

“If it’s not a weapon, then what is it?”

“It’s his hands that have transformed.”

Hiss!

At this revelation, a chorus of shocked gasps filled the command centre.

“Is he even human?”

“Bare hands turned into beast claws to gouge out the flesh of the Orochi Great God?”

It was then someone finally realized something was off and shouted in horror, “Quick, set sail, they’re coming for us!”

The others snapped to attention, looked up, and saw the Yamata no Orochi fighting while fleeing, heading straight for the warship.

By this time, the Yamata no Orochi was covered in wounds, countless scales had fallen off, and it was riddled with blood holes of various sizes, all made by the dragon claws.

Kill!

Greg Jensen had only one thought in his mind, which was to slaughter this beast, and then search its soul to see where it came from and whether it knew anything about the Creation God Tree.

At the level of the Yamata no Orochi, its senses were incredibly sharp, and it could clearly feel the murderous intent emanating from Greg Jensen.

It had lived for hundreds of years and had never felt death so close.

The terrifying human could turn his hands into beast claws, those claws were not only razor-sharp but also possessed an aura that made it shudder in fear.

It too carried the bloodline of a giant dragon, albeit extremely diluted, but it was all too familiar with the aura of those higher beings.

Could it be that this human also carried the bloodline of a giant dragon?

But…

How could there be dragons in this world?

The Yamata no Orochi had no more time to ponder, as it realized the human was catching up again.

Ow!

It let out a miserable scream and continued its flight.

Seeing a warship in front, it opened its mouth and sprayed out a gust of wind, instantly blowing the warship away.

The warship flipped several times and crashed upside down onto the ship with a loud bang.

The Yamata no Orochi wanted to keep fleeing, but then a fierce claw reached out, gripping its neck.

The razor-sharp nails pierced through its scales and sank into its flesh.

The terrifying presence pressed down on it like a mountain, landing on its head.

The Yamata no Orochi shuddered all over and was compelled to stop, begging for mercy, “Supreme Immortal, I was wrong, please spare my life.”

All eight heads bowed down simultaneously, in a posture of willing subjugation.

Greg Jensen initially wanted to kill it but seeing it speak so fluently and act so cleverly and vividly, he couldn’t help but have a flash of insight.

This creature wasn’t controlled by the Creation God Tree?

“I can spare you, but first, let’s sign a contract,”
Greg Jensen immediately commanded, “Open your Divine Sense!”

The Yamata no Orochi trembled, not daring to resist, and could only comply obediently.

Greg Jensen extended a wisp of Divine Sense and signed a master-servant pact with it, before finally releasing his grip.

“Master.”

The Yamata no Orochi shrank its body to about two meters in size and lay obediently at Greg Jensen’s feet like a pet.

Its eight little tails wagged nonstop, and it looked up with a flattering expression, the malice and murderous intent in its eyes having vanished.

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen tilted his head and frowned, “Having eight heads is too ugly. Can you transform into one?”

“No problem.”

The Yamata no Orochi’s body squirmed, and it soon took on the appearance of a small snake, its body covered in dark purple scales, looking quite mystical.

Greg Jensen nodded in satisfaction and said indifferently, “We’ll talk about your matter later.”

After speaking, he leaped into the sky and dove toward the million Ferocious Beasts.

At that moment, without the restriction of the Yamata no Orochi, the Ferocious Beasts completely followed their instincts and pounced on humans in a frenzy, biting anyone they saw.

“Ice!”

With a low shout, Greg Jensen spat out a breath of Dragon Breath.

A visible white mist descended from the sky, spreading across the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the Ferocious Beasts came into contact with it, they were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, and the remaining Sakura Soldiers were also encapsulated in ice.

The China Soldiers, however, were unharmed as they hid within the defensive line.

The once ferocious confrontations between humans and beasts now all became silent and immobile ice sculptures.

Looking around, the dense figures covered the entire beach, creating an immensely shocking scene.

“Die!”

Greg Jensen drew the Sword of Coagulated Frost, swinging a massive arc of sword light.

Crack!

The sounds of shattering were incessant.

The million Ferocious Beasts, as well as those Sakura Soldiers, were pulverized into dust in the blink of an eye.

Silence!

The surroundings fell completely quiet.

Even the few Sakura Soldiers who had run to the seaside and survived were left dumbfounded by this sight.

A million Ferocious Beasts!

Tens of thousands of soldiers!

Gone in a blink of an eye?

Such shock is incomprehensible to those who haven’t experienced it firsthand!

Although Trey Holmes and others had some expectations of Greg Jensen’s strength, this scene still brought them a considerable shock.

“The True Monarch has actually become this powerful!”

“Boss–”
Trey Holmes stared blankly at the silhouette, reminiscing about their past interactions.

If he had not left, or perhaps completely broken away from the Sect, maybe now…

Samuel Collins’s eyes widened in shock. He grew up in a military camp and had been on missions since he was twenty, with countless enemies dying by his hands.

He had seen many big scenes, but he had neither seen nor even heard of anything as shocking as what was before him.

What shocked him even more was that the menace even the army could not withstand seemed as flimsy as paper before that man.

Reflecting on his previous slanders against Greg Jensen, Samuel Collins’s face could not help but turn pale.

Only now did he realize what his leader meant by, “You’ll understand once you see it.”

Samuel Collins suddenly found it ridiculous. He, a common mortal, had actually thought to compete with such a being.

It was as if his mind had been obscured by lard!

He and that man were simply not from the same world!

Samuel Collins felt a profound sadness that he had originally been a frog in the well, yet had the audacity to look down on others.

On the other side, Greg Jensen returned with the Yamata no Orochi and approached Trey Holmes after landing.

“You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No.”

Hearing his boss’s caring words, Trey Holmes’s eyes reddened, and he held back the bitterness in his chest, shaking his head gently.

“You’ll need to clean up the aftermath here.”

“No problem.”

Trey Holmes nodded with a smile.

Greg Jensen turned to Samuel Collins and asked, “And this is…?”