The energy indicator on Qin Feng’s power armor was blinking, down to its final bar.
His body had long since reached its limit.
Black spots had even begun to cloud his vision.
The shadow of death, like icy seawater, washed over him from all sides, threatening to drown him completely.
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The eight-meter-tall, seemingly invincible War Lord advanced with the heavy, triumphant gait of a victor, closing in step by step on the last figure still standing in the center of the square.
Its small eyes, filled with cruelty and derision, were locked firmly on Qin Feng.
It wanted to personally crush this most tenacious of prey, along with the incredibly sturdy-looking power armor he wore, into a ball of scrap metal.
Behind it was a frenzied Green-skinned Army, numbering in the millions.
They raised their weapons high, offering a fanatical tribute to their god with war cries full of primal savagery.
"WAAAGH—!!!"
The sound coalesced into a psychic storm powerful enough to shake the very heavens, battering Qin Feng’s Will, which was already on the brink of collapse.
His power armor was out of energy.
His body was at its absolute limit.
The world before him was blurring, spinning.
Everything seemed to be set in stone.
Just then—
Just as the War Lord’s Power Claw was about to touch Qin Feng’s helmet, in the very instant that everyone believed it was all over...
A sudden change occurred!
A brilliant, indescribable stream of blue light, like a sword of divine punishment cleaving through eternal night, ripped open the sickly sky shrouded in yellow-green toxic mist!
BOOM—!
The blue figure descended from the sky at a speed that defied the laws of physics, slamming down hard into the endless green ocean below!
It landed ten thousand meters away from Qin Feng and his three companions.
The terrifying force of its impact didn’t even trigger a violent explosion.
However, the earth for several kilometers around the impact site was viciously slammed downward, as if by the invisible hand of a god!
DONG—!
A sound so deep and heavy it seemed it could crack the planet apart echoed across the entire battlefield.
A transparent, visible shockwave radiated out in all directions like a tsunami!
Before this shockwave, the fanatical, densely packed Green-skinned Army was as fragile as fallen leaves swept away by an autumn wind.
Tens of thousands of green-skins didn’t even have time to scream as their bodies were instantly squeezed, torn, and crushed by the irresistible, terrifying force, exploding into a sky-filling mist of green blood and gore!
The mere aftershock of its landing had caused such terrifying, nigh-exterminating devastation!
However, this was only the beginning.
In the center of the massive crater—a space instantly cleared and now composed of mixed earth and flesh—an imposing figure in sea-blue power armor slowly rose to its feet.
Then, a terrifying Mental Power—immeasurably more frightening, pure, and domineering than the WAAAGH field created by the million green-skins—surged out from the blue figure, sweeping forth like a torrent bursting from the depths of the Star Sea!
This Mental Power was cold and majestic, filled with the scent of iron and blood.
Like an invisible sword of judgment, it swept across the entire battlefield!
Before this Mental Power, the WAAAGH field—the one coalesced from the fanatical Will of a million green-skins, powerful enough to block Subspace Teleportation—was as fragile as a dirty, popped soap bubble.
It didn’t last even a second before it was instantly crushed, scattered, and reduced to nothing!
As for the millions of surviving green-skins, their bodies suddenly went rigid.
For the first and last time, their small, rage- and bloodlust-filled eyes revealed an emotion called fear.
The next moment.
Like dry tinder, their bodies erupted from the inside out into plumes of green flame mixed with soul fragments!
No screams, no struggles.
In a mere instant, the once-overwhelming, seemingly endless green ocean melted away like snow under a scorching sun, rapidly dissolving and evaporating.
In just a few short seconds, the million-strong Green-skinned Army had been annihilated, leaving only one survivor—the eight-meter-tall War Lord standing before Qin Feng, equally lost in a daze of terror.
’What kind of terrifying power is this?!’
Qin Feng and his three companions were all completely stunned.
Their minds, long consumed by exhaustion and despair, were momentarily unable to process the miraculous scene before them.
While they were still reeling from the shock...
The blue figure moved.
At some unknown point, a pair of blue Power Claws had appeared in its hands—the same model as the Green-skinned Warlord’s, but countless times more exquisitely and lethally designed.
SWOOSH!
Its form left a faint afterimage in its place.
Qin Feng couldn’t even follow its movements.
All he saw was a blur.
Then, he saw that the once-invincible Green-skinned Warlord, with a life-force index of a staggering eight thousand, had been neatly sliced from head to toe into dozens of evenly-sized pieces, which then scattered across the ground with a resounding CLATTER.