No way.
Fast, too fast!
It felt as if this entire sequence of movents was etched into the bones, perford with fluidity and precision, devoid of any delay or flaw, already streamlined and standardized. So much so that while Pacquiao was distracted by Tang Qian for those few short seconds, the Heart Core Chosen One he protected at the fleet's core was already efficiently sliced, diced, and packaged... Once prepared, the delivery was imdiately dispatched!
A mont later, and there wouldn't even be ti for a good review!
This scene, unfolding before him, made Pacquiao feel like his lungs were about to explode.
Unbelievable.
Where did these useless teammates co from?!
Rebirth, damn it, brother, you're a Rebirth, for crying out loud!
Even if a pig of Rebirth Rank were to lie there to be killed, it would take at least half an hour, right?!
And how did you expose yourself like this?
And how could the opponent, as if foreseeing, perceive the secret location of the Heart Core hidden amid the chaos and deliver justice from above to take you away?
There's an insider!
Goddamn it, there's an insider!
In a furious rage, Pacquiao suddenly turned around.
Three kiloters away, the low-flying Dragon Mountain Armor sounded the alarm, detected the spiritual lock, but it was too late for a tactical maneuver.
[Anticipate the enemy]!
Not only reads the opponent's actions for early warning and evasion, but also anticipates and targets all of the opponent's escape routes for assault!
With perceptive lock, all fleeing and hiding beca aningless.
"Die!!!"
He turned his hand, drew out the dagger covered with cracks, and with blood light converging once more, struck with hatred, holding nothing back. At the mont it left his hand, the blood light rapidly expanded, coiling around the dagger as if it were so fierce living entity, surging forward.
Instantly, it was already close at hand.
All Lu Feng had ti to do was reverse the engine thrust.
Fall!
Yet the fierce glow suddenly turned ninety degrees, chasing down, piercing towards his head.
And then...
And then there was no more.
Amid the roaring boom, the earth suddenly shook, cracks appeared out of thin air from the mud.
The scene where the armor shatters with one slash never appeared.
Dragon Mountain Armor, unhard!
[Unmoving as a Mountain]!
"Whew—"
Lu Feng whistled proudly, looked down at his head in front of those blood-red eyes, and regretfully shook his head at him.
You need more practice, buddy!
Turning around, he threw the rcury-wrapped package into the automatic tricycle that ca to pick up the goods, then the Dragon Mountain Armor ascended again, wrapped in Fla Light, taking to the skies, drawing various weapons from his back, collecting heads under Pacquiao's nose.
Blood Banner shook in fury, countless living corpses gathered.
Yet, none was a match.
In Pan Ying's harvest, even the blessing and strength of the Lord of Scars were but slicing vegetables.
Moreover, Pacquiao no longer had ti to care about the insane Lu Feng who kept jumping in face.
A chill ran down his back!
No mourning for Old Tang kicked aside like a stray dog, charging into battle was Old Lin!
A middle-aged man with graying hair suddenly erged from the smoke, sohow holding a sickle, its short green handle silently thrusting forward, sweeping across, clashing hard against Pacquiao's Blood Banner, then flying back, disbanding invisibly.
No ti to pursue the victory, he again heard that hateful screaming and roar.
Tang Qian, that scoundrel, had co back again.
Bringing ancestors with him, jumping face once more!
Simultaneously, the Dragon Mountain Armor, ascending height in the sky once more, swooped down... repeating its technique, teor Maneuver descending from the heavens!
In an instant, overwhelmingly attacked, Pacquiao was surrounded by three people like a boss in an instance.
A rogue, a warrior, and a tank, entangled like gum on the sole, hard to peel off, lingering, like a bone-deep plague.
Until Pacquiao could endure no more, he roared aloud!
The Blood Banner, etched with scenes of countless corpses, fluttered once more, an explosive wave expanded, blowing the three away. Then, abandoning direct control of those living corpses, he went all out!
Suddenly, green flas surged like tides, violently spreading.
Regrettably, before he could pursue victory, a loud eruption blasted from the sky.
Beyond the thin rain and fierce wind, across the turbulent sea, a colossal object broke through the air—amidst a forceful fling, a strange ball-like object was launched, tracing a long arc like a projectile catapulted by a trebuchet, from the ocean, zooming towards Pacquiao's flagship.
Without hesitation, Pacquiao countered, raising his spear entwined with green fla and blood light, stabbing out!
Easily piercing through.
Explosion!
Suddenly, the giant figure that descended from the sky like a building abruptly disintegrated, transforming into countless debris, bursting and scattering like a teor shower, crashing into other caught-off-guard pirate ships, with continuous roaring sounds.
After being shattered by Pacquiao, the remaining gravity and potential energy couldn't cause much damage, but soon, shocking shouts and terrified screams erupted from the ships.
Amidst the chaos, soone finally identified the origins of the pile of wreckage.
Broken masts, sails with burning marks, hulls overgrown with barnacles and eerie chants, mixed with crushed at and bones, even the familiar rmaid serpent figurehead...
"Vichai!"
"It's Vichai's ship!"
"Where's Vichai?"
Soone shouted in terror: "Vichai is dead!!!!"
The ghost ship that earlier used illusions to confuse the enemy and attract fire was completely crushed in less than half an hour.
It was crumpled like waste paper and sent back to Pacquiao in such a tragic state.
Unrecognizable!
At this mont, accompanied by the roar within the seawaters, like the gigantic sounds of tide, the sea parted to the sides.
With an instantaneous flash illuminating the fearso figure towering tens of hundreds of ters, like a giant erging against the sea, dragging a long spear made of a ship's massive transmission axle welded and lted together, wading through waist-deep seawater, walking one step at a ti towards them, following the river's mouth.
Indeed, like a giant god erging from the sea!
Each step stirred thunderous roars in the boiling, surging seawater and torrents!
Then, ignoring the feeble, pitiful firepower, the colossal spear in the hands of the nacing giant lifted, aiming towards the rearmost ship in the fleet, thrusting!
Boom!!!
Instantly, hundreds of tons of mass pierced through the deck, through the keel, then like lifting a barbecue skewer from a stove, swung it!
Tossed towards the terrified, dodging Water Ghosts!
Waves surged and expanded violently.
Under the workshop-grade spiritual output and Isis's precise control, the massive Prosperity cargo ship adapted to the chanical Descent's power, undergoing Transformation.
From dead matter revitalized again, becoming a genuine steel giant, recklessly unleashing this wild strength.
At this mont, it was the turn for this group of Water Ghosts to beco the fish on the cutting board!
At the sa ti, Xinquan's gates thunderously opened, amidst the clanking sound of iron hooves, Blood Flas surged out like tides!
"Bearing Witness to the Crimson Lord!!!"
Slan, one hand holding a spear, the other raising the Holy Artifact Military Flag, led the Sharp Arrow Formation and charged forward with a roar.
Full assault!
After enduring for such a long ti, finally revealing its fangs, unleashing a tide of counterattack.
With the rear route blocked by Prosperity, at this mont the Water Ghosts were already in disarray, many ship owners in panic could no longer heed the Blood Covenant's restraints, trying to forcibly distance themselves, moving upstream against the river's flood to find another way out.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
The gift from upstream finally drifted with the torrents, arriving before them.
With a giant roar, torrents churned and boiled, bursts of firelight and countless fragnts erupted sky-high, spreading, cracking the reinforced ship armor with fissures.
In the explosion of nurous mines, the foremost ship beca riddled with holes, and after breaking and sinking, jamd on the riverbed, blocking many mines flowing downstream for the following ships.
And likewise blocked the escape route.
Trapped like turtles in a jar.
The once mighty river they relied on now turned into a trap without any exit, cries and wails echoed endlessly.
Terrified, so started jumping ship for survival, even if they miraculously crossed the rainy season's wild torrents and climbed ashore, they already had no strength, left with nothing but being shot dead by the firepower from watchtowers and concealed bunkers everywhere.
Completely, no way out!
Pacquiao suddenly turned around, looking once again at Xinquan.
Hair-raising.
From the top floor, that young man holding an umbrella, overseeing everything with a mocking smile, his lips silently moving.
Across tens of miles, curiously asking:
"What are you still waiting for?"
Then, his subordinates erged under the storm, dragging heavy body bags, lowered ropes, hanging one grueso corpse after another from the top.
Displayed before Pacquiao.
His fierce and sinister eyes abruptly contracted silently, trembling intensely.
Eleven corpses, eleven Chosen Ones he sent out, those carefully trained henchn awaited by the General with high expectations, entrusted with critical missions, infiltrated Hai Province days earlier, scattered everywhere.
As per the original plan, once the ti arrived, they would sabotage and detonate the upstream dam, by then, under the rampage of massive floods, naturally, the flood would be guided to subrge all of Xinquan!
By then, any resistance was just a joke.
But now, after such a long battle, the dam remained unchanged, amidst rampant storms, no flood was seen.
Only a corpse hung on the Coastal Industry's building.
Like dead dogs.
Swaying in the wind!
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