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

Purple lightning bolts were leaping everywhere among the crowd.

Everywhere you looked, you could see Purple Spirit Clan soldiers lying on the ground, convulsing.

The air was thick with the smell of burning and filled with agonizing screams.

The Floating Pagoda and Thunderclap were like thirty-six greedy silver snakes, weaving back and forth among the crowd.

Each time the throwing knife passes through a body, it devours the target's flesh and blood to restore its durability.

Then change direction and pierce the next target at five times the speed of sound.

Shen Tian stood still, arms crossed.

The thirty-six throwing knives were entirely controlled by his mental power, requiring him to perform no unnecessary movements.

A sixth-grade mental master's mental power is sufficient to precisely control thirty-six killing trajectories simultaneously.

The system's notification sounds were almost continuous.

[Slay a fourth-tier Purple Spirit Clan member and gain 1000 Kill Points]

[Slay a Tier 3 Purple Spirit Clan member and gain 300 Kill Points]

[Slay a fourth-tier Purple Spirit Clan member and gain 1000 Kill Points]

……

The kill count is jumping wildly.

Thirty-six pagodas and thunderbolts ravaged the Purple Spirit Clan.

When Qin Zhenshan's battle blade cleaved off the first head of a Purple Spirit Clan member, the three thousand people behind him completely erupted in chaos.

"kill!"

"Kill all these beasts!"

Wielding a giant sword, Chi Xiao charged into the Purple Spirit Clan's ranks, slaying three of them in succession.

Three thousand warriors of the Broken Army Division simultaneously met ten thousand members of the Purple Spirit Clan.

The troop strength difference is close to one to three.

But what appeared on the battlefield was completely different from what everyone had expected.

The warriors of the Purple Spirit Clan looked at the surging wolf-tiger army of the Broken Army Division, and their eyes were filled with varying degrees of anger!

Your boss's methods are bizarre and unscrupulous, which is one thing!

You human warriors have no means of defending against mental attacks.

How dare you come here and cause trouble!

Human warriors knew that they feared mental attacks.

A fourth-tier Purple Spirit Clan soldier opened his eyes wide, his spiritual power transforming into a purple spike that pierced the sea of ​​consciousness of a third-tier Broken Army Squad Leader in front of him.

This is the most instinctive fighting style of the Purple Spirit Clan.

Mental puncture.

Crushing the human race.

Without exception.

The moment the purple spike struck the second-tier soldier's sea of ​​consciousness—

laugh.

The sharp cone evaporates silently.

A cold, abyssal power flowed back through the mental channel.

The fourth-tier Purple Spirit Clan soldier's vertical eye suddenly bulged out.

Fresh blood gushed from the slits of his eyes.

His mouth gaped open, and he let out a scream that sounded inhuman.

Then the third-tier soldier's sword pierced his chest.

The same scene was playing out simultaneously across the entire battlefield.

The mental attacks that the Purple Spirit Clan is so proud of are no different from punching a steel plate when they hit a warrior of the Broken Army Division.

Not only can't it be smashed, it can't be broken.

It can also backfire.

This is the orange-tier talent that Shen Tian obtained by killing the commanders he shared—Abyss Observer.

Even if it's only one percent.

The passive effect of Abyss Gaze is enough to form an abyss barrier on the surface of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Any mental attack that touches this barrier will be forcibly absorbed and backfired upon.

The Purple Spirit Clan's spiritual advantage was completely nullified in the face of these three thousand people.

Not only that.

The one percent of basic attributes shared by Shen Tian elevated the physical fitness, reaction speed, and strength of these soldiers, who were on average at the second or third tier, to a whole new level.

A second-order opponent defeats a fourth-order opponent.

Not at a disadvantage.

Third order versus fourth order.

One-sided crushing defeat.

The Purple Spirit Clan was completely dumbfounded.

They had never encountered anything like this in their lives.

Mental strength, can't be broken.

In hand-to-hand combat, I can't win.

When the Purple Spirit Clan's mental attacks are neutralized, they become truly fragile!

As for the Po Jun Division, with the 1% base attribute shared by Shen Tian, ​​each of them was able to unleash the ability to fight beyond their level!

As one side gains and the other loses, the other gains.

Three thousand against ten thousand, the advantage is in my hands!

Every warrior seemed to have been given a buff.

Tireless, growing stronger with each attack, and possessing an absurdly tough mental defense.

But the warriors of the Po Jun Division didn't care what happened to them.

They only knew one thing—

Just start chopping! I'll chop my fill first and then worry about the rest!

They were really frustrated just now!

The land they had just reclaimed from the beasts was about to become the territory of these demonic creatures!

There's never any logic to that!

For some reason, over the years, someone has removed the word "demon" from the way these beasts are referred to, as if trying to cover something up.

Still dreaming of peaceful exchanges?

Screw it!

Some people above have forgotten!

But these soldiers who guarded the border for the country have not forgotten!

They are demons.

Once a demon, always a demon!

Demons, like those strange beasts, deserve to die!

The western side of the battlefield.

A pitch-black tower shield stood at the very front of the battle line.

Reggae.

The burly man, just over two meters tall, with bulging veins on his arms, carried a tower shield taller than himself, like a moving iron wall.

Three Purple Spirit Clan soldiers simultaneously unleashed mental piercing attacks on him.

The purple light collided with his sea of ​​consciousness.

The three Purple Spirit Clan members covered their vertical eyes and screamed as they retreated.

Reggae grinned, and the tower shield slammed down.

Click.

The chest cavity of a Purple Spirit Clan member was shattered by the edge of the tower shield.

"I've been waiting for this day for so long!"

The tower shield swept across, sending two more Purple Spirit Clan members flying, their bones broken and tendons snapped.

Reggae was blinded by rage.

Behind him, a sharp arrow pierced the air and precisely struck the throat of a Purple Spirit Clan member who was attempting to ambush Reggae.

hooligan.

The blond-haired boy knelt on one knee on a rocky outcrop, the bowstring still vibrating, and the second arrow was already nocked.

"Reggae, stop having so much fun and watch your flanks!"

Whoosh.

Another arrow.

An arrow pierced the vertical eye of a third-tier Purple Spirit Clan member, the tip protruding from the back of its head and embedded in the ground behind it.

Ah Fei whistled, his fingers trembling slightly as he drew the bow.

So cool!

When the Purple Spirit Clan's spaceship landed in front of them, everyone held their breath.

That sense of humiliation, that suffocating feeling of knowing the enemy is right in front of you but being powerless to do anything about it, is worse than death.

But now.

Psychological attacks no longer work on them.

Why should I put up with that?

"Frontline, follow me and push forward!"

A clear, crisp female voice rang out across the battlefield.

Lin Qingyi drew her long sword.

She was the captain of Reggae and Afei, and also Shen Tian's superior when he was in the Po Jun Division in Jiangcheng.

With a flash of light, a Purple Spirit Clan soldier's arm and half of his shoulder flew off.

Lin Qingyi stepped forward, and with a swift horizontal slash, another purple head shot into the sky.

Her knife skills were fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Not a single cut is superfluous.

"Dare to step into the territory of my Dragon Kingdom."

He deflected a spear with his longsword and thrust it straight at the enemy with a backhand.

The blade pierced through the back of a Purple Spirit Clan member, leaving behind a cloud of purple blood mist.

"Trying to build your nest on our turf?"

Lin Qingyi drew her sword, blood splattering as she looked on, her eyes as cold as frost.

"dream."

Beside her, Zhao Gang's battle blade cleaved through the fifth Purple Spirit Clan member.

This man, who usually loves to laugh and joke, didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Because his knife spoke volumes; every strike was a painful blow to a drowning dog!

The three thousand Po Jun soldiers moved through the entire battlefield as if it were empty.

The spiritual power advantage that the Purple Spirit Clan relied on for survival was completely sealed off by the Abyss Gaze, and in terms of melee combat, it was completely suppressed by the basic attributes shared by Shen Tian.

The vanguard of 10,000 was attacked by 36 Floating Pagoda Thunderbolts on one side and pursued by 3,000 Broken Army Divisions on the other.

There was no way forward or backward.

The kill count on Shen Tian's panel skyrocketed.