There were too many gods on the land of Liyue, and too many powerful ones. When the Archon War fully erupted, almost every god was drawn into the conflict. On nearly every patch of Liyue's soil, the flames of war blazed.
Among all the gods, the one who controlled Hepuyuan and Alatus was very powerful. But compared to the other, even stronger gods of Liyue, it was far from the strongest.
It was at this moment—when other gods invaded—that the god who controlled the yakshas finally fell into a desperate battle.
And in that instant, Hepuyuan and the other yakshas finally had their chance to break free.
"Now—"
"All yakshas, shatter the god's control!"
In that moment, every surviving yaksha erupted with the elemental power within their bodies. All that power exploded at once. Inside each of them, a rumbling thunder echoed. The control shattered.
But from every yaksha's mouth, eyes, and ears, blood flowed. Their internal organs, flesh, and elemental power were severely damaged. That was the price of breaking free. Yet despite this, every yaksha's face showed a resolute expression.
They had succeeded!
Just as the yakshas shattered the god's control and regained their freedom, on the other side, the god who had controlled them succeeded in killing the invading god. Sensing the yakshas' betrayal, the god was enraged. Ignoring his own injuries and the blood spilled on the battlefield, he charged straight at the yakshas who had broken free.
For the god, once the yakshas broke his control, they could never be controlled again. They had lost their value and would even become enemies. So without hesitation, he moved to slaughter all the remaining yakshas.
It was at that moment that Hepuyuan, Alatus, and the other yakshas, having just broken free and regained their freedom, sensed the god's immense power and overwhelming hostility. Within each yaksha, powerful elemental energy erupted, along with a fierce will to fight.
In that moment, to take revenge on the god, every surviving yaksha declared war on him.
Hepuyuan, Alatus, and the other yakshas raised their rusted polearms and pointed them at the colossal god who blotted out the sky.
"The god is already gravely wounded—the time for revenge has come!"
"Charge with me!"
"Kill the god!"
On the land of Liyue, for ordinary humans, for yakshas, and for all other intelligent beings, the gods were their rulers. They were the strongest beings on this land. No one could resist a god. Only another, more powerful god could kill a god.
But in this moment, for the first time, non-divine beings declared war on a god.
The next moment, all the yakshas wielding rusted polearms charged at the god before them. Polearms swung. Unstoppable!
Though they were not gods, they were born warriors. Every yaksha possessed innate combat strength. So now, facing the powerful god, none of them felt fear. In their hearts, there was only one thought: to take revenge on the god!
But then—the next moment, when several rusted polearms clashed against the god's massive fist, the first polearm shattered... the second shattered... the third shattered... In just a few seconds, facing the god's terrifying assault, all the polearms in the yakshas' hands were destroyed.
These mortal weapons, these rusted polearms—they were utterly useless against a god, unable to block a single blow.
After shattering all the rusted polearms, the god's terrifying fist did not stop. It continued along its arc. With a crash, the god's massive fist struck the yakshas' bodies. A single blow sent every yaksha flying.
"A pack of slaughter tools—"
"Daring to raise your blades against your master—"
"Seeking death—"
The god was too powerful. Even wounded, he was not something these yakshas could kill.
But the yakshas had waited decades for this chance to take revenge. How could they give up?
Hepuyuan roared, "The god is already wounded—he won't last much longer—kill him!"
At Hepuyuan's roar, the yakshas grabbed the weapons of fallen warriors from the ground and charged at the god again. They attacked from all directions.
But the weapons they held were still mortal arms. Their attacks could not even pierce the god's body.
Among all the yakshas, only the eldest brother Hepuyuan and Alatus could pose any threat to the god. But that threat was far too small to defeat him.
And indeed, under the yakshas' assault, the already wounded god still gained the upper hand. A surge of divine power erupted. A massive shockwave sent an injured yaksha flying hundreds of meters. With a crash, he slammed into the ground, his entire body buried in the earth.
The other yakshas rushed to help their fallen comrade, but it was too late. The yaksha struck by the shockwave had only one breath left.
"Brother Hepuyuan—Brother Alatus—you must kill the god!"
"Protect our yaksha race!"
"Pff—don't worry about me—go fight—"
If this god did not die, more and more yakshas would be enslaved by him. It would be a catastrophe for the entire yaksha race.
Hepuyuan grabbed the dying yaksha's hand. "Don't worry, we will definitely kill the god!"
Even the taciturn Alatus said firmly, "We will kill him."
The next moment, in the arms of his fellow yakshas, the dying yaksha breathed his last. Another yaksha had died. Only five yakshas remained.
Looking at the bloodthirsty, brutal god, Hepuyuan roared, "Charge with me—attack together!"
"Even if we die, we'll take the god with us!"
From the moment they decided to take revenge on the god, from the moment they shattered his control, all the yakshas had already prepared themselves to die. For these yakshas who had once been controlled, their hands were stained with far too much blood. To die on the battlefield of revenge would be a good end.
But before they died, they would kill the god. They would complete their revenge.