At this mont, the giant throws!
Amidst the roaring explosion, the superdense matter suspended in mid-air instantly breaks through the void.
Imdiately, as it speeds through the air, the matter, having lost pressure, erupts violently, expands, and diffuses, countless substances gushing forth, transforming into a furious jet stream.
Piercing through layers of obstructing mountains, it crosses miles effortlessly, descending from the sky.
Engulfing the entire battlefield.
Countless dust and gravel radiate out like projectiles, completely penetrating Goutui Mountain and cutting it in half. On the other side, Chicken Foot Mountain is riddled with holes, collapsing amidst the roar, falling into the mountain flood, blocking the river course.
As the ground shakes and the mountains tremble, the entire terrain of the two mountains changes abruptly, collapsing, burying everything, transforming into a towering mound...
The remnants and fragnts on the battlefield disappear without a trace.
Along with the battlefield that just existed.
"..."
In Xin Yuan's car, the emissary of Jade Law observes the scene before him, even though he had sent out a signal and designated a plan earlier, he is now dumbfounded: "This... this is the giant?"
"That guy has gotten stronger again."
The Tar of White Deer sighs lightly, "What a pity."
The opponent reacted too quickly.
At the mont when the superdense projection descended from the sky, Ji Jue had already escaped beyond the strike range. As the overwhelming storm surged, that bizarre Spider Tank had already leaped away, riding the explosion's airflow and collision—not knowing where it had escaped to.
Noticing their attempt to buy ti, it withdrew without hesitation, not a single thought of staying to fight... Just how alert could soone be to be this paranoid and see threat everywhere?
This is too unbelievable.
Bang!
The sound of landing resonates.
From the sky cos the Vortex Chosen One, urgently rescuing severely wounded teammates—the treatnt is crude, directly digging out one's blood and flesh to fill the wound torn by Pan Ying. Quickly, the flesh is pieced together in a squirming manner, leaving no scar.
Life is restored, but the spiritual blood erosion and residue on the soul, as well as the damaged Matrix, still require ti to recover slowly.
"Thanks for saving a life."
The Entropy Chosen One's face, only now regaining a hint of color, is barely able to stand.
"Why didn't you follow the plan and wait for us on the scene?" The emissary Zhou Lun questions: "Lv Yang, what were you thinking!"
"Make it clear, I'm not your subordinate! Don't nag at here!"
The Vortex Chosen One Lv Yang's expression darkens: "The electromagnetic disturbance is so great, nothing can be received from a distance, how to contact you?
After discovering that guy, if I didn't take the initiative, where would I find him when he ran away? Wait for him to attack like in Sky City?"
"... You think it was you who found him?"
Zhou Lun's indifferent expression twitches, suppressing a mocking urge, and squeezes out words from his teeth: "The spiritual upheaval could be felt hundreds of miles away!
If he really wanted to make a move, why make such a big commotion? Is that guy trying to fish just once or twice? Can't you see he's deliberately luring you all in!"
Lv Yang's expression changes slightly, preparing to retort but then freezes on the spot.
Their pupils light up.
Not just him, at that mont, everyone else's pupils are illuminated.
From the long night and rain, rushing towards them...
——Flying Light!
Outside the battlefield, in the opposite direction galloped by Little Ox, An Ning's figure briefly appears.
In just a mont, an unexpected strike explodes!
When everyone subconsciously thought that An Ning and Ji Jue had long fled and retreated, few considered if there might be a passenger count issue on the vehicle.
At this mont, from the darkness beneath the lamp, six kiloters away, Hunter Finger's light rushes in!
Upon detecting that bit of light, death is already near.
Amid unrivaled terrifying speed, countless shattered light spots scatter, like dew like electricity, bubbles flicker, a dark iron shard is already close.
Targeting the weakest among them, the Entropy Chosen One...
Suddenly, there's no ti to react.
The only thing to rely on is instinct!
Lv Yang's body suddenly expands, like an explosion, crimson spurts, blood proliferates, instantly transforming from a human form to a wall of blood and flesh, blocking everyone in front.
But in the next mont, the wall of blood and bone also collapses and penetrates suddenly.
At most, it only bought a mont.
In that instant, Zhou Lun, finally opened his mouth.
It wasn't the forceful binding of everything [Stop], nor the head-on collision with White Deer's technique [Stabilize], but a light and convenient thod, creating an effect at the fastest speed...
[Shift]!
Bang!
Amidst the explosion, the Chosen One of the Entropy System fell backward, convulsing violently.
Blown away by the fierce wind stirred by the aftermath blast, unable to get up, the sheer ferocity of the power contained in what seed like a single line of Flying Light was simply unimaginable.
At the mont of deflection, as the trajectory went out of control, the power erupted forth.
In the end, the tal piece narrowly grazed his shoulder and flew into the darkness behind.
Only a distant mournful howl remained, along with the gasping breaths of the one attacked.
Still alive!
Zhou Lun's lips subconsciously curved up; he wanted to turn his head to check, but imdiately felt sothing was not right and looked towards the origin of the Flying Light.
An Ning had already vanished without a trace, disappeared.
Missing a strike, withdrawing to a distance of a thousand miles, that was always the style of the An Family, nothing to be surprised at.
Yet, on the straight trajectory the Flying Light passed, there were still lonely sparks of light flickering, lingering, swaying in the fierce wind, gradually dissipating.
Strange.
The Flying Light Technique, so exquisite and pure, should leave no trace at all...
Wait—
Was the one sitting on that departing vehicle really Ji Jue?!
In that fleeting mont, as confusion arose in his heart, fear and shock followed, and he instinctively opened his mouth, wanting to roar.
But what he finally saw was a glimr of light at the end of the darkness.
[Humidity correction completed]
[Wind speed calculation finished]
[Projectile trajectory locked]
In the blink of an eye, under the flickering indicator lights, a massive paratric calculation was completed, fixing the heavy sniper rifle over two ters long on the rock base, making the final fine adjustnts.
No need to pull the trigger, no need for instructions or commands.
From Ji Jue's overlook, the spiritual circuit of the machine made the decision.
——[Fire]!
The prir ignited, the scorching shell lifted, flying into the air and falling into the water, sizzling, while the bullet in the chamber had already broken the air!
The crystal-clear bullet soared in the still world.
Amidst the gaps of the storm, it swiftly traversed forward, penetrating nine kiloters of gale and rain, guided by the paraters brought by the dancing residual light, carving a slightly curved arc, straight ahead.
The dispersing and exploding residual light quietly exploded, spreading, clearing out a completely unobstructed straight passage from the path of the Flying Light.
Like a forerunner, opening the projectile path.
In its flight, the crystal-clear bullet peeled like an onion, layer by layer, its intricate and complex spiritual circuits shedding off, bursting, correcting and assisting hundreds of tis in an instant, pushing the bullet's terrifying speed to soar once more.
Until, it approached face-on.
The defense that had barely ford in the void suddenly shattered, disintegrating as the bullet's explosion broke through, carving a tiny fissure.
Ultimately, amid the layers of crystal wrapping, the sword blade fragnts stripped from Pan Ying unsheathed once again.
A speck of blood illuminated Zhou Lun's grim face.
And then...
Snap!
After the instant whistle, the storm returned once more, the cry that had no ti to be uttered dissipated in the wind, vanished without a trace.
In the deathly silence, Zhou Lun's expression twitched for a mont, as if in self-mockery.
He grinned, a slight smile.
A wind blew from afar, through the penetrating hole from his forehead to the back of his head, carrying the scent of blood and death, blowing towards where the living could not go.
And so, Zhou Lun fell backward, looking to the sky.
Silent evermore.
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