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

Corpses were everywhere.

Purple blood soaked into the cracked earth of the wasteland, converging into winding streams that eventually silted up into shoals in low-lying areas.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and burning.

The pagoda and thunderclap continued to weave through the crowd.

Thirty-six silver death trails came to reap the rewards, each time passing through a Purple Spirit Clan member's body, bringing with it a cloud of purple blood mist and a shrill scream.

The three thousand warriors of the Po Jun Division were completely bloodthirsty.

"kill!"

"Don't let a single one escape!"

The battle blade cleaved through the Purple Spirit Clan's light armor, the giant axe smashed their spines, and the spear pierced their chests.

The sounds of roars, clanging metal, and breaking bones mingled together, echoing throughout the wilderness.

Three thousand people entered as if they were in an empty place.

Like wolves and tigers.

And that vanguard of ten thousand Purple Spirit Clan—

At this moment, they resemble a pack of stray dogs.

Their formation had long since collapsed.

Dark purple light armor lay scattered on the ground, and strangely shaped weapons were strewn across the wasteland.

Everywhere were Purple Spirit Clan soldiers kneeling and begging for mercy, running away with their heads in their hands, and crying out for their parents as they were being chased and hacked down.

In their vertical eyes, only one emotion remained.

fear.

A fourth-tier Purple Spirit Clan officer had his right arm severed by Lin Qingyi's sword. He knelt on the ground, his face covered in purple blood, and his whole body was trembling.

He doesn't understand.

He really didn't understand.

Before they set off, the elders told them that this was a peaceful entry. The Dragon Kingdom had already agreed.

They even planned out the layout of the advance base in advance.

The first step is to establish a spiritual signal tower.

The second step is to control the thoughts of the surrounding human civilians.

The third step is to gradually encroach on more land.

Once enough strength has been accumulated, the Dragon Kingdom's defenses will be dismantled from within.

The Purple Spirit Clan has successfully replicated this plan many times in other parts of Earth.

Each time it's like boiling a frog in lukewarm water; each time it's a peaceful evolution.

By the time the humans realized what was happening, large swathes of territory had already been renamed.

So they came in high spirits.

The 10,000 vanguard members were filled with dreams of making great achievements, getting promoted, and making a fortune.

But I never expected this.

What awaited them was a seventeen-year-old human boy and three thousand invincible and indestructible madmen.

That boy—

The officer struggled to lift his head, using his remaining vision to search for Shen Tian's location.

He saw it.

Shen Tian stood in the center of the battlefield, his expression cold and fierce, like a god of death!

That feeling—

It wasn't about facing a human warrior.

Instead, they were facing a god.

He couldn't understand when such a terrifying being had appeared in the Dragon Kingdom.

What he couldn't understand even more was—

Why are ordinary human warriors able to withstand the mental attacks of the Purple Spirit Clan?

He witnessed his fellow countrymen unleash a mental piercing attack on a second-tier human soldier.

Then the second-tier soldier was completely unharmed.

On the contrary, his own compatriots suffered a ruptured eye, blood flowing from their seven orifices, and collapsed to the ground convulsing uncontrollably.

This is not reasonable.

This is completely unreasonable!

Could it be that the Dragon Kingdom has been hiding its true strength all these years?

He didn't know the answer.

He will never know.

Because a throwing knife had pierced his back.

A million volts of electricity exploded inside his body.

He fell into a pool of purple blood.

He became the 4,321st corpse of the Purple Spirit Clan on the wasteland.

"Quickly! Deploy the war puppets!"

A hysterical roar erupted from the remaining ranks of the Purple Spirit Clan.

It was another fourth-tier Purple Spirit Clan officer.

His face was covered in purple blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was trembling.

War puppet.

Those were weapons of war created by the Purple Spirit Clan to compensate for their weak physical bodies.

The Purple Spirit Clan's forging philosophy is completely different from that of the Human Clan.

They are not skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but their mental strength is unparalleled among all races. Therefore, they have poured all their wisdom into one direction—the war machine controlled by telekinesis.

The cargo hold of the transport spacecraft suddenly opened.

The first small war golem leaped out of the hatch.

Its shape is roughly humanoid, but the proportions are extremely distorted.

Standing at 2.3 meters tall, with long, slender limbs, but with joints swollen like balls and covered with dense purple runes.

It was cast entirely from a purplish-black metal, with a layer of flowing spiritual patterns covering its surface, as if there were living creatures wriggling beneath the metal skin.

It has no face.

The head is a smooth, oval-shaped piece of metal, with a fist-sized purple crystal core embedded in the center, serving as an eye.

The crystal core emitted a cold, eerie light, like a vertical pupil from the abyss.

Instead of hands, its arms end in two curved metal blades with purple spiritual energy patterns flowing along their edges. With each swing, scorching spiritual energy marks remain in the air.

One unit. Five units. Ten units.

Dozens of small war golems emerged from the three transport ships, resembling a swarm of purplish-black metal spiders, and quickly arrayed themselves at the edge of the battlefield.

The remaining mind masters of the Purple Spirit Clan frantically poured their mental energy into the control crystal core of the war puppet.

The puppets' joints creaked, spirit patterns lit up, and the metal blades on their arms began to spin at high speed.

Followed by.

The earth began to tremble.

A dull metallic roar came from the belly of the first transport ship.

It was a sound completely different from that of a small puppet.

Heavy, oppressive.

It's as if some ancient behemoth is awakening.

The entire bottom hatch of the spacecraft was slowly opened by a hydraulic system.

Then--

A huge metal foot stepped out of the hatch.

boom!

The earth cracked.

Centered on that foot, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly outwards.

Large-scale war puppets.

The colossal steel structure, standing a full forty meters tall, slowly straightened itself from the transport spaceship.

Its design is similar to that of a small puppet, but its size is on a completely different level.

Layers of purplish-black armor plates covered the torso and limbs, with purple energy flowing through the gaps between each plate, like the boiling blood within the giant's body.

In the very center of its chest cavity is a giant purple crystal core with a diameter of over two meters.

Deep within the crystal core, a gigantic vertical pupil slowly opened.

Ziguang's stock price surged.

The forty-meter-tall war puppet stood completely upright.

It overlooked the entire battlefield.

Looking down at the three thousand warriors of the Broken Army Division who were chasing the Purple Spirit Clan.

Its right arm slowly rose.

At the end of that arm was a giant energy-concentrating cannon. Purple light gathered inside the muzzle, and energy began to compress wildly.

The rubble on the ground was pulled up by the suction and spun around the muzzle of the cannon.

The air is distorted.

All the warriors of the Po Jun Division simultaneously felt a suffocating sense of oppression. They all stopped their pursuit and looked up.

A forty-meter-tall steel behemoth stands in the wilderness, blocking out the sky.

Qin Zhenshan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Chixiao's sword stopped in mid-air.

The battlefield was silent for a brief second.

Then everyone's eyes turned to the same direction.

Shen Tian.

Shen Tian raised his head and looked at the forty-meter-tall war puppet, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That's interesting."