Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2809 - 2808: Like Ants Meeting the Sky

"Your words mean nothing to me anymore."

Through the veil of night, Lin Dong’s voice rang out, profound and unyielding, each syllable gritted past his teeth with effort, brimming with murderous aura, determination, and icy chill.

His gaze plunged like a bottomless void, inscrutable and profound, instilling instant dread in any who met it.

"The mistake made by Jile War God requires each of you to pay the price. Today is your doomsday."

Lin Dong uttered the words devoid of emotion, as if declaring an unchangeable truth.

"Jile War God? What did he do?" Among the trio, the War God from Yujia Country could no longer hold back his curiosity and terror, blurting out the question in haste.

His tone quivered faintly, obviously rattled and baffled by Jile War God’s death.

Yet Lin Dong offered no reply, only pronouncing coldly: "If you want to know what he did, go directly to hell and ask him."

Like shards of ice, Lin Dong’s declaration chilled the air around them, dropping the temperature sharply.

"What? Jile War God is dead? Died by your hand?" Shock gripped the three War Gods upon hearing this.

Glances darted between them, revealing raw fear and hopelessness in each other’s stares.

"I understand now, it’s not that we were unlucky, it’s because you killed Jile War God and took his War God Token. It was based on the guidance of the War God Token that you found us." Enlightenment struck one War God, his voice laced with tremor and rage.

Finally, it dawned on them: their run of bad luck wasn’t chance—it was Lin Dong, a wrathful hunter, deliberately cornering them.

He had set his sights on them, fighters from the Four Great National War Zones, aiming to wipe them out completely!

With prior knowledge, they might have wiped their tracks and gone into hiding, but now, escape was impossible.

Like a razor-sharp blade, Lin Dong’s stare cut through the night’s shroud, locking onto the three War Gods.

His form flickered ethereally, materializing before them in an instant like a phantom.

Even as Earth Realm Martial Artists, the three stood no chance against Lin Dong, a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist—they were mere insects.

Lin Dong raised his hand effortlessly, drawing his long sword in a flash; its radiant edge twisted like a dragon, ripping across the dark sky.

One swing unleashed a barrage of Sword Qi strands, descending like a downpour, overwhelming the three War Gods entirely.

Flesh tore where the sword light struck; screams never escaped their lips as they burst into a haze of mangled remains.

Lin Dong’s solitary stroke mimicked the Grim Reaper’s scythe, claiming their lives and sealing their doom.

Solitary in the night’s embrace, Lin Dong remained still, his moonlit outline radiating isolation and severity.

The three War Gods’ corpses slumped wordlessly at his feet, scattered like dead foliage.

Having beheld Lin Dong dispatch three Earth Realm War Gods with a single sword, War God Hei Long sighed deeply:

"In front of Heavenly Realm Martial Artists, what distinction is there between us Earth Realm Martial Artists and ants? Even if we pride ourselves as strong, but in front of Lin Zhan, such a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist, fear we are merely frogs in wells viewing the moon in the sky."

Resignation and awe filled his words; in that moment, the vast divide between Earth Realm and Heavenly Realm Martial Artists hit him profoundly.

War God Hei Long knew those three victims matched his own power level.

To face even one would demand a brutal fight to the finish on his part.

But Lin Dong erased them with one effortless slash, akin to gales whisking away autumn leaves—this might and mastery evoked true reverence from War God Hei Long.

"Without Martial Artists, Lin Zhan, such Heavenly Realm Martial Artists, are merely frogs in wells viewing the moon in the sky, vague and uncertain in the eyes of ordinary people."

"Yet becoming Martial Artists, even Earth Realm Martial Artists like me, view Lin Zhan, such an existence, like ants seeing the sky, profoundly aware of one’s insignificance."

Suddenly, insight dawned on War God Hei Long; he perceived the huge disparities in strength, swiftness, and fighting wisdom between Earth Realm and Heavenly Realm Martial Artists.

No amount of basic training could span such a chasm.

Secret techniques alone couldn’t overcome it either.

Unaware of War God Hei Long’s inner reflections, Lin Dong dispersed his killing intent, turning to tidy up after the fight.

Lin Dong approached the corpses of the three War Gods, stripping them bare of all possessions, weapons, and loot alike.

Furthermore, he claimed the tally of demon beasts they had slain during the War God Competition.

With each piece of loot Lin Dong gathered, a faint shift occurred within his War God Token.

The count from his own demon beast hunts surged upward once again at that instant, skyrocketing by thousands more.

Hunting contestants from rival zones in this manner caused his total to climb rapidly.

Yet, it remained insufficient.

A fiercer resolve gleamed in Lin Dong's gaze as he drew forth the War God Tokens seized from the three War Gods of Yingjiang Country and Xiong Country.

These tokens served as his gateway to pursuing additional War Gods.

Using the details etched on these two tokens, he readied himself to track down their allies, boosting his demon beast score further.

Guided by the War God Tokens taken from the prior War Gods, the next victim was swiftly pinpointed.

...

The night sky resembled spilled ink, dotted with scant starlight, as two War Gods from Yingjiang Country and Ancient European Country encircled the body of a defeated War God from a minor nation, their faces aglow with triumphant smirks.

Bragging with pride and scorn in their voices: "Keep targeting War Gods from other zones—the numbers shoot up fast. See? We handled this one without breaking a sweat."

The Yingjiang Country War God slapped the loot clutched in his grip, sly glints dancing in his eyes.

"Absolutely, and the danger's minimal. Think of those demon beasts—even a demon emperor spells disaster if we cross paths. A demon king alone demands endless time and toil due to their alien ways."

"Hunting human Martial Artists? Ha ha, pure child's play. We know their styles and flaws inside out. Unless it's a Heavenly Realm powerhouse, the rest are ripe for the taking." The Ancient European Country War God pressed on, his words dripping with smug assurance and cruelty.

"Right on—we skip the gamble of unknown demon beasts and just reap these human rivals. Safe, swift, and satisfying—why pass it up?"

The Yingjiang Country War God reiterated, the pair sharing grins as visions of soaring rankings filled their minds.

Deep in their smug reverie, savoring this stolen "honor," a frigid aura abruptly swept through the air.

This aura brimmed with overwhelming dread, like a force rising from the depths of hell, quietly enveloping the whole field of battle.

Their grins shattered in an instant, terror and incredulity blazing in their stares.

"What... what the hell is this?!" stammered the Yingjiang Country War God, his gut screaming that whoever wielded this force was no trifling foe.

The Ancient European Country War God sensed peril too, scanning wildly in panic for the origin of the aura—yet only the black night and whispering winds met his gaze.

As dread crested to its zenith, a silhouette emerged gradually from the shadows, every footfall pounding like hammers on their hearts, filling them with crushing weight and terror unlike any before.

Lin Dong and War God Hei Long materialized before them with crushing presence, akin to infernal reapers descended upon the wicked.

"Enjoying the hunt? Now it's your turn to be the hunted prey!"

A voice echoing from the underworld boomed forth from the gloom.