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"The snipers and the self-destructing spider robots have all been eliminated, and the armored vehicles show no signs of damage," Li Yuanwei's voice came through the communication channel.

This was Chen Feng's first direct confrontation with the army of Beicheng, and the solemnity in his heart was deeper than he had expected.

Previously, inside the Martial God Palace, Chen Feng had heard numerous descriptions of the "powerful combat strength of the Northern City," but words are ultimately cold and impersonal.

Standing here on this desolate wasteland where the two sides were fighting, looking at the craters tens of meters wide created by the suicide bombers, looking at the battered transport convoy, and feeling the lingering shock of the explosions on my fingertips.

Only then did Chen Feng truly grasp the fangs of this army.

First, there's the destructive power. The explosive force of these spider-shaped suicide bombers can easily tear apart any medium-sized armor. With the combined detonation of several suicide bombers, even Chen Feng's Diamond Demon-Slaying Armor could be damaged.

If it were a level-eight expert, their internal organs would probably be shattered on the spot.

Chen Feng had also heard of the legendary reputation of the Giant Rock Sniper.

These snipers can pinpoint the enemy warriors' weaknesses from several kilometers away. With specially made heavy electromagnetic sniper rifles and depleted uranium core armor-piercing rounds, these modified snipers can often penetrate three layers of standard energy armor with a single shot.

It is said that each of them spends thousands of hours lying in wait in the wilderness, practicing the skill of "breaking the formation with a single shot", specifically targeting the enemy commander and high-level combatants, often able to disrupt the entire team's formation with a single shot.

He was a "battlefield decapitation striker" specially trained by the Beicheng Military Command.

The force of the armor-piercing bullet hitting the Xuan Yan Zhen Yue Shield, and the scene of Zhang Ce, a Desolate Rank expert, being knocked back a meter, both truly demonstrate the weight of this reputation.

This is the most terrifying place in the North City.

They never relied on the strength of individual soldiers or weapons, but on the seamless integration of their entire strategic approach.

"Every sniper from Giant Rock is a treasure of the military; they're never deployed for small-scale conflicts." Zhang Ce walked to Chen Feng's side, gazing towards the hilltop, and said in a deep voice.

"I don't think it's that simple."

The voice of the 7th Special Operations Battalion Captain came through their communication channel again: "Zhang Ce, the mission is important, let's continue on our way."

However, just as Chen Feng and Zhang Ce were preparing to return to the convoy.

The night breeze suddenly stopped.

The barren wind, which was originally carrying sand and dust, seemed to be cut off by an invisible sharp blade, and even the smell of gunpowder in the air faded away instantly.

Instead, a cold, fishy-sweet black mist gradually spread, seeping into Chen Feng's bones through the pores exposed to the air.

Chen Feng suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The next moment, he and Zhang Ce turned their heads at the same time and looked into the pitch-black darkness behind them.

The night sky, which was originally empty, was now as if it had been soaked in some kind of mysterious ink. Thick black mist was slowly seeping out from the cracks in the rocks, spreading silently in the night.

Soon, seven figures slowly emerged from the black mist.

All six were tall and slender, dressed in pure black armor and black masks, with a very thin dark red mark embroidered on the chest of their armor—the mark of the Darkborn.

The person walking in the very middle was completely different from the other six.

He stood tall and straight like a spear, his black robe made of fine material with eerie dark red patterns embroidered along the edges, and a thick black mist clung to his body like a heavy cloak.

The moment his gaze swept over, Chen Feng felt the air around him thicken, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Chen Feng could clearly sense that this person's aura was even stronger than Zhang Ce's beside him, and it was very likely that he had surpassed the Desolate Rank!

"The Darkborn Society." Zhang Ce's voice was extremely low.

As Zhang Ce's rune-inscribed iron fan swung rapidly, reflecting the bronze color under the cold moonlight, twelve round shields with azure dragon runes circled around him, flying steadily like stars surrounding the moon.

A Qingxuan sorcerer?!

Chen Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

He had long known that Zhang Ce's combat prowess was unfathomable, but he never imagined that the other party's true identity was actually a Qingxuan sorcerer.

Unlike ordinary sorcerers who are "weak in close combat," Qingxuan sorcerers take a balanced approach to both offense and defense.

Runes can be condensed into shields and transformed into weapons. They can deploy rune arrays to cover the entire battlefield and wield rune weapons for close combat. They can block single targets and form chains to resist heavy artillery fire, or actively launch rune blades to break enemies from a distance.

They are far superior to ordinary sorcerers who are responsible for defense and logistical support.

However, the conditions for mastering this skill are equally stringent. Not only do you need an extremely high foundation in martial arts and top-notch talent in magic, but you also need to undergo a long period of arduous training.

There are fewer than twenty Qingxuan sorcerers registered in the entire Great Xia military, and each of them is a powerful figure transferred from the Tianji Pavilion headquarters to the military, making them a true strategic force.

Because of their esteemed status and unique combat abilities, Qingxuan sorcerers rarely carry out escort missions alone, and they will not easily reveal their sorcerer identities. They often operate undercover as ordinary martial artists as the last resort for missions.

The Darkin leader on the other side clearly recognized the Azure Mystic's style.

His previously nonchalant demeanor softened slightly, while the black mist beneath his robe surged violently.

The Darkin leader chuckled softly, but his eyes, hidden beneath his mask, seemed to glow with a crimson light.

"Qingxuan sorcerers are indeed rare. I underestimated the power of the Great Xia."

Zhang Ce snorted.

With a light wave of his rune-inscribed iron fan, the twelve azure dragon round shields spun faster, and the azure dragon runes immediately flowed with streaks of azure light in the night, like a powerful azure dragon king beast swimming.

"Since you recognize my identity, you should know that you won't be able to get even a step closer to the convoy today," Zhang Ce said coldly, looking at the leader of the Darkborn Society before him.

"Yeah?"

The Darkin leader chuckled softly.

The next second, with a "ripping" sound, the Darkin leader removed his fine black armor, revealing a body that was completely different from that of an ordinary person.

His exposed skin was a deathly gray color, with dark red veins like tangled venomous snakes spreading from his neck to his wrists and chest.

Its once upright body began to hunch slightly, and a row of sharp bony barbs protruded from its spine. Its claws grew several inches longer, and its black nails gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.

What was most terrifying were his eyes. His pupils, which had retained some clarity, were now tainted with murderous intent. His entire face was twisted, half-human and half-ghost, exuding an inhuman ferocity.

The next moment, a terrifying aura spread from the monster.

The thick, inky black mist not only flowed directly into his body.

The temperature within a radius of 100 meters plummeted, and even Chen Feng felt a chilling cold creeping up from the soles of his feet.

"The Corrupted Blood Forbidden Meridians..."

Zhang Ce's expression changed for the first time. He tightened his grip on the runic iron fan, and his tone became incredibly solemn and incredulous: "They're actually members of the Darkborn royal family!"

"To compete with the strong... what is this price?"

The Darkin leader's voice had completely changed; it was hoarse and murky, like two pieces of rotten bone rubbing against each other.

He looked at Zhang Ce, his hideous face revealing a twisted smile, as if he were watching his prey's final moments.