The captured man looked at Mu Fan with exceptionally bright eyes, deep hatred emanating from his pupils, gritting his teeth tightly.
Of course, the opponent wanted to struggle, but Mu Fan, wearing the Dragon Rider War Armor, was already completely dominant in physical fitness.
Mu Fan’s eyes did not waver, and his five fingers exerted force.
Crack.
The man’s neck was forcibly twisted and broken.
"You speak."
Mu Fan left three alive.
"He, he went to the back."
"The back?"
Under this person’s instructions, Mu Fan saw the vast grasslands behind, with a faint path leading into the depths of the grass.
Causally letting go of this person, Mu Fan walked forward.
A glimr of viciousness flashed in the eyes of the Red Stone Guard behind.
He saw the Red Stone Crossbow on the ground, crouched down quietly to pick it up, and suddenly pulled the trigger.
Swish!
Imdiately, his eyes widened.
Because in his view, that silhouette seed to sway lightly, shifting half a ter sideways, and the left hand raised unknowingly, perfectly grasping the arrow tail of the crossbow bolt.
With a reverse throw.
A shadow flickered.
The Red Stone Guard’s eyes widened, with a crossbow bolt penetrating his throat.
Looking from the ground to the sky, when he fell heavily to the ground, there was no sign of life.
"Is it here?"
Mu Fan entered the dense grass, seeing the passage blocked by a giant stone.
A rock that no human force could possibly destroy, roughly estimated the thickness of this boulder already exceeds four ters.
"Since it’s like this..."
Mu Fan’s eyes flashed with contemplation, his index finger ring put to his lips, a sharp whistle sounded.
The giant dragon in the sky heard this sound, like a heavy bomber receiving orders, instantly swooping down.
Its giant tail swung heavily.
Boom!
The boulder shook and was pulverized in the sweep.
"Aung~~"
The high-pitched roar of the Evil Wing soared in the sky again, Mu Fan stepped into the passage in front of him.
But when he had just taken the first step, he suddenly stopped, instead turning to look at the sky.
...
"Two whole years, almost thought you wouldn’t be needed."
In a patch of grass two thousand ters away from the battlefield, a silhouette dragged out a... cannon?
The shape seed primitive, lacking any streamlined beauty of star-level weapons, and the surface was covered with dirt and weeds.
Yet Izewende’s eyes were fixated on the "cannon" in front of him, his face twisted with excitent.
He ticulously wiped away the dirt from the barrel, then abruptly raised the muzzle.
Then pulled out a knife to cut his arm, aiming the wound at a recess on the cannon’s body.
Yellowish blood gushed out at this mont!
"Our Saint Luo people’s blood is the best energy source."
With a fanatically obsessive smile, amidst the unrestrained laughter, the cannon body instantly lit up with a dark yellow glow.
Streams of light erged on the barrel, faintly revealing circuit-like electric patterns.
An electric buzzing sound was heard.
Izewende took out a dim Crystal Ball and directly placed it into the muzzle.
"Tracker, I am indicating directions for you... Don’t disappoint !"
Buzz!
With a cold gaze, Izewende suddenly moved aside.
Boom!
Amongst a fierce airflow, the ground within ten ters trembled simultaneously, countless soils shaking to dust.
This cannon, less than three ters long, produced an impact akin to a giant siege cannon.
At the muzzle, a fist-sized, bright yellow light ball was fired into the sky.
Then...
It suddenly expanded into a gigantic smoke cloud covering nearly ten thousand ters in diater!
In the dim night sky, under the moonlight, the smoke cloud appeared stunningly yellow.
The sky seed to boil.
Everyone halted, enemy and ally alike, staring blankly at the sky.
That large, boiling, tumbling yellow mist.
Then, in everyone’s sight...
This cloud dropped heavily to the ground like a weight.
The moaning wind began to sound in the air.
Alva and Isaiah simultaneously stopped their charge.
The two gasped for breath, looking at the sky, then exchanged glances.
"Avoid it!!"
Upon hearing the White-armored Warrior wearing [Chongzhou] stopped simultaneously, then rushed in reverse.
Amazing executiveness was perfectly demonstrated at this mont, these warriors simultaneously unleashed strength, evading nearly along the edges of that yellow cloud.
It seed a sound like a bubble bursting was heard by the ears.
All turned back, eyes filled with doubt and incomprehension.
What exactly are these suddenly erging and falling mists, they appear sowhat eerie.
In their vision, led by the Red Stone Clan, the United Army Soldier had a layer of yellow stains on their bodies.
Like dried gall.
However, nothing seems to be wrong?
Covered Alliance Soldiers initially were startled, but upon discovering no apparent issues, they eased down, quietly beginning to converse.
The buzz spread across the grasslands.
The battlefield was entirely obstructed by this large central area of yellow falling region.
Mu Fan’s eyes slightly narrowed, the yellow mist swirling upon landing dissipated silently before his body by the Ghost Energy Shield.
This implies that this yellow mist possesses so sort of energy, not simple vapor!
The sky projection just now and that heavy cannon shot... clearly not a product that this planet could emit!
Just during Mu Fan’s reverse deduction, abrupt changes occurred on the battlefield.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
All directions, endless sizzling sounds transmitted through the crowd at this mont.
"What sound is it?"
"Quick, look, the ground... Star above, what is this?"
Soone exclaid, pointing to the earth.
The ground appeared to boil.
Bubbling bubbles erged from those corpses.
Then...
A strikingly colorful mushroom silently erged from the bubble, blooming quietly.
Visible to the naked eye, umbrella-shaped spores drifted with the wind, each ti settling on a dead flesh, firmly rooting down.
Corpses left by the United Tribes on the grassland began to visibly shrivel and dry.
These colorful mushrooms appear more vibrant.
expands to 2, 2 expands to 8...
Once these spore mushrooms erge, their proliferation tendency spreads like wildfire, unstoppable.
Growing from small to large, then suddenly bursting open.
Richer yellow smoke erged.
When this smoke touched those warriors covered by the previous mist...
"Ah!! My body is corroding."
"My eyes."
"I can’t hear anymore!"
A huge panic engulfed the entire battlefield.
The Red Stone Clan-led nearly ten thousand warriors were wailing loudly at this mont.
They covered their eyes but couldn’t stop the black bloody pulp seeping through their fingers, dripping onto the ground.
Tiny spore strains, nourished by the black bloody pulp, started to grow frantically at almost tenfold.
Fortunately, those not covered by the yellow mist looked towards the central region with bewildered and horrified eyes.
"Your sacrifices were not in vain."
"...Just ten more seconds, a signal capable of illuminating the universe will be generated."
Izewende bent over, gasping heavily, his eyes filled with uncontrollable excitent.
A manic laugh resounded through the sky: "Flesh cultivation, spore proliferation, you ignorant and lowly natives, being part of this offering ceremony should bring you supre glory!"
In his eyes, this battlefield, these tens of thousands of Life Force-abundant warriors, perfectly combine into the great of the Saint Luo Clan...
Blood and Flesh Altar!
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