I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

A silver dragon descended from the sky.

A full-force attack from a seventh-grade spiritual master.

It is enough to grind the consciousness of any cultivator below the sixth rank into dust.

The dragon's claws tore through the air, and a burst of silver light illuminated the entire wilderness.

The three thousand warriors of the Po Jun Division felt the aftershocks of that spiritual torrent, their eardrums ringing, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.

The real target of the attack was Shen Tian.

The silver dragon, carrying a devastating spiritual impact, crashed into Shen Tian's mental defenses.

boom--!

An invisible shockwave emanated from the two of them, spreading outwards in all directions.

The ground is cracked.

Gravel flew everywhere.

The hard soil within a radius of 100 meters was lifted up by the collision of spiritual forces.

Lin Hai stared intently at Shen Tian, ​​the smile on his lips not yet widening—

His expression froze.

The moment the silver dragon collided with Shen Tian's sea of ​​consciousness.

It was like a hungry wolf pouncing into an abyss.

Shen Tian's sea of ​​consciousness did not shatter.

There was no tremor.

There wasn't even a fluctuation.

That golden flame of spirit burned quietly between his brows.

Deep within the flames, a huge, pitch-black eye slowly opened.

There is no white in the eye, and no pupil.

There was only endless, pure darkness.

[Abyss Gaze]

The moment the silver dragon's head collided with the black pupil, it let out a strange, mournful cry.

The dragon's head was the first to melt away.

The silver spiritual energy evaporated at a visible speed, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

The black eye of the abyss is like a bottomless pit.

It greedily and frantically absorbed all the spiritual energy that Lin Hai was pouring into it.

then.

Backlash.

The effect of [Abyssal Gaze] is to inflict five times the true mental damage in return.

A mental shock five times stronger than the silver dragon surged back through the mental channel that Lin Hai had constructed himself!

Lin Hai's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

"impossible--!"

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence.

The backlash of his spiritual energy was like a giant black hammer, slamming down hard on his sea of ​​consciousness.

Click.

That was the sound of cracks appearing on the outer wall of consciousness.

Lin Hai's body stiffened abruptly.

Fresh blood seeped from his nostrils, ear canals, and the corners of his eyes at the same time.

His silver spiritual flames shook violently, and irregular collapses began to appear at the edges of the flames.

Five times the true mental damage.

This is not a confrontation between a sixth-rank official and a seventh-rank official.

This is the abyss's judgment upon mortals.

Lin Hai staggered back three steps, clutching his head tightly with both hands.

His mind was trembling violently.

The spiritual power that had been swallowed by the abyss and then rebounded was no longer his own.

It became filled with something that instilled a fear deep in one's soul.

Within Lin Hai's sea of ​​consciousness, the silver spiritual flame was shrinking at an alarming rate.

From the early seventh rank—

He fell to the peak of the seventh rank.

Then it continued to fall.

Late stage of the sixth rank.

Mid-stage of the sixth rank.

Lin Hai let out a piercing scream.

"stop--!"

He desperately tried to sever that mental connection.

But it was too late.

Once the abyss begins to devour, it will not stop.

Lin Hai's silver spiritual flame collapsed wildly within his sea of ​​consciousness.

Mid-stage of the sixth rank.

Early stage of the sixth rank.

Fifth rank.

With each drop in a minor realm, Lin Hai's body would convulse violently.

Blood gushed from his seven orifices, slid down his cheeks, and pooled into a small dark red puddle on the hard ground beneath his feet.

His eyes began to glaze over.

Those eyes, once so high and mighty, now held only endless fear and disbelief.

"You... what exactly are you...?"

Lin Hai's voice was out of tune.

hoarse, broken, like a torn piece of old paper.

He tried his best to stabilize the flickering flame of his spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness.

But the erosion of the abyss gave him no chance to catch his breath.

That enormous, black eye without pupils hovered above his sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking down at him.

It's like looking down at an ant.

Fifth rank.

Fourth rank.

Lin Hai's knee slammed into the ground.

A muffled thud.

Fifty-three years of spiritual practice.

The pride and profound knowledge of a seventh-grade spiritual master.

At this moment, it felt as if an invisible hand was peeling away layer by layer.

Third rank.

Lin Hai's pupils completely lost focus.

His mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound.

He knelt there stiffly, like a clay sculpture whose soul had been taken away.

Then--

His eyelids slowly closed.

The body leans forward.

boom.

It landed face down on the hard, rubble-strewn ground.

Passed out.

He completely lost consciousness.

The wilderness was deathly silent.

The sandstorm is still blowing.

But nobody cared about the sandstorms anymore.

Everyone was watching the figure kneeling on the ground.

A seventh-rank spiritual master.

The background of Longjing Tongtian.

Even the Lord of Tianyun Prefecture has to give him some face.

He was lying on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, looking like a dead dog.

The two Purple Spirit Clan envoys suddenly opened their vertical eyes to their widest extent.

Loch's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Moga instinctively took a half step back.

Rank 7.

A dignified seventh-rank spiritual master.

A single glance.

His sea of ​​consciousness was shattered by a seventeen-year-old human boy.

This is not a battle.

This was an overwhelming victory without any doubt.

Shen Tian withdrew his mental energy.

He looked down at Lin Hai, who was lying at his feet.

Shen Tian raised his right foot.

He kicked Lin Hai in the waist.

Lin Hai's unconscious body rolled three times on the ground like a tattered sack before rolling to the side of the road.

Shen Tian withdrew his foot without giving it another glance.

His gaze passed over the forest and the two Purple Spirit Clan envoys, landing on the massive, dark vanguard of the Purple Spirit Clan behind him.

Light armor, purplish-black in color.

A bizarre weapon.

Ten thousand pairs of tightly closed vertical eyes.

Shen Tian's lips curled up slightly.

So many kill points!

He drew the dark purple battle sword from his back, the tip pointing forward.

Turn around.

Facing three thousand warriors of the Po Jun Division.

Three thousand pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

There was a sense of awe in his eyes.

There is fanaticism.

They saw everything that just happened clearly.

That arrogant seventh-rank mage.

Lin Hai, who had Longjing behind him and made everyone bow their heads.

His consciousness was shattered by Shen Tian's attack, and he was kicked to the side of the road like a dead dog.

Qin Zhenshan's hand holding the knife was trembling.

It's not fear.

They were extremely excited.

Chi Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged on his neck.

Zhou Xuan's lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

Chu Feng froze on the spot, his mouth agape in an "O" shape.

Shen Tian looked at them, his battle sword pointing forward.

He pointed to the ten thousand Purple Spirit Clan members behind him.

"Brothers."

Shen Tian's voice was not loud.

But every word was like a red-hot branding iron, searing into everyone's heart.

"A foreign race has entered our territory."

"They want our land."

"We want our city."

"They want our lives."

Shen Tian's eyes swept over every face.

"They think we're easy to bully."

Everyone present saw what was churning in Shen Tian's eyes.

Killing intent!

"Then let them see."

"Brothers of the Jiangcheng Po Jun Division."

"Is he easy to bully?"

Shen Tian turned around, his battle sword pointing diagonally forward.

"The entire army—"

"Charge with me!"

boom!

Three thousand pairs of feet stomped on the ground at the same time.

The earth groaned deeply at that moment.

The sword was raised high, and the light from the blade converged into a silver torrent.

Three thousand hoarse throats roared simultaneously.

"kill--!!"

The sound waves soared to the sky, and rubble flew everywhere.

Shen Tianchong was at the very front.

The dark purple battle blade hummed in his hand.

The intent of the sword boiled.

Behind him, three thousand Po Jun Si warriors followed like an unstoppable iron torrent.