"I’ll take all the elites!"
"Understood!"
The three of them responded in unison.
"Kill!"
At Qin Feng’s command, the engines of the four power armors roared to life. They transformed into four streaks of light, plunging headlong into the ocean of rot and despair!
"Get... out of my way!!!"
Zhou Quan fought like a madman, his arm muscles bulging as his power armor’s energy output momentarily overloaded.
He poured a terrifying amount of Spiritual Energy into the dual blades in his hands.
His killing technique—Soul-Severing Saber!
He became a high-speed meat grinder, instantly carving a ten-meter-long tunnel of flesh and blood through the dense horde of mutated corpses!
Countless severed limbs and green, purulent blood splattered in all directions.
However, the mutated corpses were fearless. Countless monsters instantly swarmed into the gap, threatening to overwhelm him.
"Don’t even think about it!"
Yin Jing’s figure shadowed him closely. The Long Spear in her hand became a hundred silver phantoms, each one striking a mutated corpse’s vital points—an eye socket, a throat—with unerring precision.
Her spearplay was both nimble and deadly, perfectly covering all the openings left by Zhou Quan’s frenzied assault.
Zou Yun also unleashed his full power. His iron fists moved like the wind, and the fierce power of his Overlord Fist technique sent any monster attempting to approach from the right flank flying.
But there were simply too many enemies!
An elite mutated corpse slipped past their defensive line. The arthropod-like bone spurs on its back suddenly shot out, aimed straight for Yin Jing’s back while she was focused on her assault!
Just in the nick of time!
A flash from a spear—faster than the bone spur!
Qin Feng had somehow appeared behind Yin Jing. Though he moved second, his Thousand Army Spear arrived first. With an exquisitely precise angle, he parried the fatal bone spur away with a loud CLANG.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, Qin Feng’s Long Spear shot out like a venomous dragon striking from its lair, instantly piercing the elite mutated corpse’s skull.
Without a backward glance, his form flickered, and he reappeared on another part of the battlefield.
He was like a Ghost, the master of the battlefield.
One moment, he would appear before Zhou Quan, executing a wide, sweeping Thousand Soldiers’ Evasion that sent three or four besieging mutated corpses flying, giving Zhou Quan a moment to breathe.
The next, he would be at Zou Yun’s side, neutralizing cunning sneak attacks with a light tap of his Long Spear.
Every one of Qin Feng’s appearances was perfectly timed.
His every intervention allowed his three teammates to fight with incredible ease.
He alone had turned the tide of the entire battle!
The more Zou Yun fought, the more shocked and impressed he became.
He watched as Qin Feng weaved through the attacks of several monsters. At times, his footwork was as ferocious as a raptor’s pounce—the Fierce Owl Body Technique. At others, it was as nimble as a Wandering Dragon in the sky—the Wandering Dragon Step Technique.
He had perfectly fused two completely different Body Techniques.
And the Long Spear in his hands was even more terrifying.
At times, his spear strikes were like mountains, overpowering all with brute force. At others, they were like lightning—vicious and cunning.
No matter the situation, he always used the most appropriate and efficient Technique.
This was the true terror of the Control Realm!
Those at this level were no longer bound by fixed killing techniques. Every single move, executed with casual ease, was a deadly art.
"Zou Yun! Watch your three o’clock! That thing’s about to spew!"
Qin Feng’s voice suddenly boomed over the comms channel.
A chill went down Zou Yun’s spine, and he instinctively dove to the side.
The instant he moved, an elite mutated corpse with a grotesquely bloated abdomen gaped its maw. With a SPLAT, it spewed a great gout of dark green acid right where he had been standing.
The ground was corroded to a scorched black, and the rising toxic fumes even triggered the power armor’s sensor alarms.
Zou Yun broke out in a cold sweat. ’If it weren’t for Qin Feng’s warning, my power armor would have been damaged, if not completely melted on the spot.’
He was about to thank him, but he saw the venom-spewing elite mutated corpse had already locked onto him again, its abdomen beginning to swell.
But he was caught off-balance, his momentum spent, with no time to dodge!
In that desperate instant, a black streak of lightning flashed across his vision.
It was Qin Feng’s spear!
Fierce Owl Chasing Shadow!
The Thousand Army Spear seemed to ignore distance itself. It flashed before Zou Yun’s eyes and, at the precise instant the elite mutated corpse opened its mouth, plunged through its maw and skewered its entire brain!
The terrifying force imbued in the spear sent the massive monster flying backward, pinning it brutally to the far wall.
The crisis was averted in an instant.
Zou Yun stared blankly at the scene, feeling the sharp gust of wind from the spear’s passage. After a long moment, he managed to choke out two words.
"...Nice spear!"
The praise came from the bottom of his heart—a genuine expression of awe and admiration.
"Focus!"
Qin Feng’s voice pulled him back to reality.
The battle raged on, but with Qin Feng acting as their Stabilizing Needle, the scales of victory had already begun to tip in their favor.
The number of mutated corpses was visibly dwindling, yet the four-person squad’s formation never broke.
...
When Zhou Quan beheaded the last mutated corpse with a single slash, the great hall finally fell silent.
The floor was a carpet of severed limbs, shredded flesh, and foul-smelling pus. Four battered power armors stood silently upon this slaughterhouse of flesh and blood.
HUFF... HUFF...
Leaning on his dual blades, Zhou Quan panted heavily. The reading on his power armor’s Psychic Core had already dropped below thirty percent.
Yin Jing and Zou Yun were just as spent. But in their eyes, beneath the exhaustion, there was the relief of survival and, even more, shock at the unfathomable depths of Qin Feng’s power.