Amidst the neigh and roar, the bloodlight trembled wildly.
As the Colonel rose again, a long spear entwined with blood and bones spewed from his mouth. With a casual swing, a piercing wail erged from the wind.
In an instant, through the boundless sea fog, those amber vertical pupils had already locked onto Ji Jue's position.
Next, the hull of the fishing boat suddenly caved in, splitting a tragic crevice, and he had already torn through the hull and ejected out!
Like a blood-colored teor traveling between sea and sky, piercing through the fog.
——[Wind Sweeping Cloud]!
After a second transformation, the blessing disregarded all obstacles of the terrain, even the dead silent seawater beneath his feet turned into solid ground, allowing him to gallop freely.
In a full sprint, the howling bloodlight crossed almost half the distance at a terrifying speed beyond the naked eye!
All along, Ji Jue just sat in the chair, cupping his chin.
Quietly watching.
Until the mont when that streak of bloodlight finally crossed a certain boundary, the Prosperity rumbled to life — under the order and transformation of the chanical Descent, the deck blossod like a lotus, and then in the darkness, carrier-based cannons of astonishing caliber rose like towers.
Then, missile launchers emitting blistering flas sprouted up one by one.
In an instant, from the appearance of a freighter, it transford, revealing its ferocity — countless bullets turned into fire lines, intertwining, locking onto the target, an unrestrained tide of bullet rain, howling forth.
Then, stars of steel shot out, descending from the sky.
Missile strike!
If it weren't for the Great Group being too agile and difficult to lock onto, Ji Jue would definitely have made him taste the main cannon that was just installed a few days ago…
Under the extravagant display, the submachine bullets and short-range missiles produced by countless underground factories filled the sky, lighting up the Colonel's eyes.
A mont of stupor.
You damn...
On that ferocious face, the lips seed to open and close unconsciously, cursing so foul words, yet even the sound struggled to erge.
Only illusory mocking laughter echoed in the wind.
Charging at a warship's firepower alone?
Brother, you're so brave!
In an instant, amidst the fire trails revealed by the flares, that streak of forward-charging bloodlight teor began to slam on the brakes, stirring up countless raging waves, stumbling and leaping, dodging like a monkey, relying on the almost overloaded anticipate the enemy and Great Group's data, struggling to evade, moving back and forth.
The firepower of six dual-mounted carrier-based cannons couldn't catch up.
Even when unable to dodge, the blood bone spear in his hand swept in a spinning defense, amazingly keeping that terrifying firepower at bay. Even if an occasional stray bullet was unheeded, it could only leave cracks on the scales of his body surface, difficult to penetrate.
After all, it's the Great Group, breaking the data limit.
It's a pity that unless he suddenly transcends, unveiling the Circle Realm to repel all firepower, no set of numbers could withstand this fierce firepower.
In the cold, scornful strafing, the Colonel roared in anger, blood flas flickering again, the spear in his hand suddenly 'grounded', lifting a violent gust that deflected the tal torrents like a bone-raking chisel.
Breaking free for a mont.
Then, the missiles descending from the sky exploded with a bang, and in the firelight, a figure was propelled by the shockwave, flying out once again.
No matter how he maneuvered, evaded, those missiles seed alive, relentlessly pursuing, their tracks twisting like coyotes, chasing relentlessly!
Until he abruptly pivoted, stepping into the air like a teor, trampling on the missiles, piercing and slashing with his spear, in a brief mont, dozens of the pursuing missiles were shattered and stomped to pieces.
Is that all?
Mid-air, before the Colonel could finish grinning, he witnessed the missiles at close range suddenly transform, growing wings, amid the tallic friction, taking on the uncanny outlines of birds, lunging forward.
Animate!
Boom!
Fortunately, before the explosion, the blood bone spear thrust forward, the erupting blood flas shredding it first.
Regrettably, at this mont, the missiles once more whistling forward, under Ji Jue's flourish, completed their transformation thoroughly.
More agile, relentless in surround attacks.
The Colonel raged, raged again, the violent spiritual fluctuations continuously climbing in magnitude, yet there was utterly no way to shake off those tenaciously entangling monsters, and instead, amidst the incessant explosions, the scales began to shatter.
And just during another explosion, he felt a chill down his back, turning suddenly he saw... under the cover of other missile monsters, one unheeded suddenly burst apart!
Under the scattering encasents, iron wings unfolded, then, a chanical arm erged amidst the swirling silver light, clenching tight.
Under the palm, the shackles were undone.
The seal of solid alchemy fractured, and a bizarre crimson sword blade erupted with a chilling blaze.
In the charge, the sword blade whistled, loosed from the hand.
——Slash!
"You little shit—"
Suddenly, the Colonel's eyes widened, his eyes about to pop.
Yet besides dirty words, he couldn't make a sound.
By the ti he realized, it was already inches away, if not for the anticipate the enemy's warning, he might not have known until his neck was chopped off!
From the start till now, every move, every strike, all damn dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty…
Too dirty!
Even in the kill-or-be-killed skirmishes among the Thousand Islands, as despicable and underhanded as they might be, with poisoning and backstabbing becoming routine operations, ambush and flanking considered fair and square, but never such a filthy opponent!
Simply dirty on top of dirty, a dirtiness outdoing another!
Which of us are the real pirates?
The colonel's vision darkened with anger, overwheld with grief and indignation. He desperately wished to shout at the sky: Would you dare to co out and duel !
Unfortunately, it's too late.
In the blink of an eye, all he manages to do is to turn the Blood Spear and swing it backwards, hoping to stall for a mont, yet even for a mont, he fails to succeed.
It's true, heroes check heroes, strong n check strong n, comrades kill comrades.
Pan Ying slashes into the Great Group with devastating effect.
Especially after Ji Jue's days of refinent and tempering, the red hue on the blade dissipates. In this instant, as it waves, it reveals a shimring light as if from a dream.
In a split-second collision, it carves a nick out of the colonel's spear, spinning, the montum unwavering, slicing forward, breaking through the heavy scales like a hot knife through wax. With just one twist, it cuts a diagonal cleft from the left shoulder.
If it weren't for instinctive evasion beforehand, a head would be flying skyward right now!
Ignoring the intense pain and impact on his body, the colonel hasn't even co to terms with the terrifying aftermath of nearly losing his head. Yet, once again, he feels the piercing chill.
——Erging from his back!
He nearly cries out.
Here we go again?
Bang!
Spinning away, Pan Ying hasn't even gone far before falling into a chanical hand, which grips tight, and then, blood surges, flas explode!
The tumultuous sea suddenly splits from the center, and from beneath the surface, a massive entity leaps up!
Utilizing the blessing of Spring Flow and Vein Transformation to disperse its spiritual essence, rging with the tides, with the Human-Heaven Coupling blessing it connects as one with the sea.
Finally, reinforced by the blessing of Solid Rock.
At this mont, behind the colonel, within the abyss-like opened tides, the Dragon Mountain Armor erges.
Having awaited for quite a while!
Within the moist sea breeze and mist, pre-laid spiritual circuits erge from the rcury fog, thousands of threads extending, entwining the colonel.
Twisting and pulling, they immobilize and halt.
Then, the sound of breaking bubbles rings out.
Pan Ying bursts forth!
The blade, like a nail, pierces through the heart and Matrix, severing the resonance between blessing, then proceeds to violently extract life and power that belong to the Great Group.
"No, no... don't... no... ahhhhh!!!!!!"
An unexpected and shrill scream rings out, cries of agony and pleading.
The colonel's body swiftly shrivels, withers, the horns atop his head shatter, scales fall off, unable to maintain rebirth form, even inheritance burnt offering fails to respond.
The Sacrificial Master remains indifferent.
If the Superior were sentient, it might glance at him reproachfully—"Shaful thing, if you can't afford to lose, don't play! We've given you so many chances, and yet you still lose? Lose and still dare to bark?!"
At the mont the Failure of Revenge Offering happens, those injuries previously taken by the Scarred Sacrificial Master are all returned.
Suddenly, he is seriously injured once again, barely clinging to life.
However, what fills the colonel with terror and despair at this mont isn't death.
But rather, that the enemy seemingly doesn't wish to kill him...
On the contrary, those countless silver threads begin to penetrate his body, sustaining his life orderly, then leisurely begin to strip away the Matrix and blessing.
Seizing all power!
Losing life only leads to death.
But if he loses power, then by that ti, even death might be a re luxury. Over these years, he has seen too many such fates amidst the slaughters and plundering in the Thousand Islands!
at pig, Spirit Pond, Fetus, bubble...
At the thought of falling to such an end, the colonel is left with no dignity or courage, crying and shedding tears, shouting and pleading, desperately wailing, promising everything he has or doesn't have, even offering up his pitiful future and present.
Finally, in his tearful prayers and pleas, he hears footsteps drawing near.
So heavy.
Like the judgnt of fate.
On the water hardened by Material Interference, Ji Jue looks down, overlooking the material at his feet, casting a fierce shadow beneath the hot searchlights.
Then, he bends down slowly, gazing at the face twisted with fear, sobbing with tears.
After a long while, he suddenly smiles.
He says, "Could I bother you to do a favor?"
In an instant, the colonel holds his breath, terrified yet trembling with hope, nods fervently as if pounding garlic.
Bang!
A bloody human head lands at his feet, rolling, the face contorted with fear until death...
Tu Sihai!
"Besides that, I'll trouble you further to pass a ssage to the 'General' for ."
Ji Jue extends his hand and presses it against the colonel's face.
Before darkness takes over, the colonel hears the final contemptuous words:
"——Stay away from what's mine!"
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