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The image of the earth dragon crashing into the horde of beasts from high above was transmitted intermittently to the outside of the restricted area via a light screen.

Lin Feng rode on the neck of the earth dragon, with his crimson-gold spear held horizontally in front of him.

The fierce vulture is above, and the earth dragon is below.

Two martial saint-level beasts, one walking in the sky and the other on the ground, cut the beast horde in half.

The eagle's thunder curtain descended first.

Purple arcs of electricity covered the rear half of the beast horde, and dense lightning exploded on the beasts, the stench of burning flesh could be smelled hundreds of meters away.

The earth dragon crushed into it from the front.

The dragon breathed forward, followed by a lash from its tail that slapped the scattered beasts back into the center.

Lin Feng was responsible for patching up the leaks on the dragon's back.

Thirty-six throwing knives were scattered, specifically targeting those who had escaped from the main group.

A silver arc flashed, and the head hit the ground.

"Aww!"

A gigantic, crimson-maned beast king charged up from behind the pack, its red fur standing on end, and its spiritual energy condensing into a ball of light in its mouth.

A-level peak.

The ball of light shot out and headed straight for the earth dragon's abdomen.

The earth dragon didn't dodge.

The dragon lowered its head, and the forehead armor stepped forward to meet it.

boom!

The ball of light struck the dragon's forehead armor and shattered. The earth dragon's head didn't even flinch.

Lin Feng got up from the dragon's back, with the tip of his spear pointing downwards.

Take a leap.

The crimson spear plunged downwards, like a blue dragon emerging from the sea.

The spear tip pierced through the top of the Crimson Mane Beast King's skull, emerged from its lower jaw, and was pinned to the ground.

Dragon blood flames burned outwards along the wound.

The Beast King pawed twice with its four legs, then stopped moving.

[Ding! Defeat 1 A-rank Beast Crimson Mane Beast King, gain 10000 Martial Arts Points!]

Lin Feng drew his gun and flipped back onto the dragon's back.

There are still more than two hundred head ahead.

"accelerate."

The earth dragon kicked hard with its four claws, pushing its speed to the limit.

The dragon's body, over a hundred meters long, rampaged through the horde of beasts, leaving behind a trail of broken bones with each step it took.

The eagles above were harvesting the remaining enemies, while lightning balls rained down one after another.

Three minutes later.

The vanguard of the eastern beast tide was completely halted.

The leading dozens of beasts were less than 800 meters from the outer camp. The camp's temporary shields were already lit, and the soldiers stationed inside could hear the roars of the beasts.

Before they could rush forward another step.

The earth dragon made an arc, blocking all of the dozens of vanguard troops.

Dragon's breath swept across. Throwing knives cleaved and killed.

The 800-meter buffer zone was cleared out.

The voice from the command center came through the communicator, trembling violently.

"Has the beast tide stopped to the east, Lieutenant Lin?"

"It's stopped."

"How much is left?"

Lin Feng glanced around.

A few scattered Class A beasts are still roaming in the dense forest, but they no longer pose a threat.

"Mostly cleared. Maximize the outer perimeter shields, I'm going to pick up the people."

He put the communicator back in his pocket and patted the dragon horns.

Three teams are trapped.

The withdrawal from southern Xinjiang is complete, and there are no problems with Xuefengshuang.

He cleared out a wave of enemies in the Western Territory under Qin Lie's command, so it should be about the same.

The remaining two are from Donghai, along with the other contestants who have lost contact.

The earth dragon flew in a direction slightly south-southeast.

The griffins continued patrolling the east, firing a lightning ball at any stragglers that escaped.

It flew for less than two minutes.

Lin Feng's mental power detected a faint life signal.

In a dry gully at the edge of a dense forest, two people sat back to back on a rock.

The gray combat uniform of the East Naval District, with the insignia still on his chest.

One of them had a half-foot-long wound on his left leg, and the blood had soaked through his trouser leg.

The other one was slightly better, but his face was pale and his blood and qi were barely fluctuating.

Lin Feng controlled the earth dragon to land on the edge of the ditch.

When the two saw the dark purple dragon, their legs went weak.

"No...don't kill us..."

"From the East China Sea?"

The one with the minor injuries recognized Lin Feng, and his lips trembled slightly.

"You are Lin..."

"Enough with the nonsense."

Lin Feng took out two bottles of recovery pills from his storage ring and threw them down.

"After eating, head east; the campsite is 800 meters away."

The two accepted the pills without even saying thank you, stuffed them into their mouths, and scrambled up to run.

After running a few steps, the seriously injured man turned around and shouted something.

"Song Jiao...do you know Song Jiao is dead?"

"I know."

"Before he died, he had something buried at the altar on the south side! I heard him talking to someone on the communicator about it!"

Lin Feng stopped moving.

"What is it?"

"I don't know. But he said it was given to him by the Bai family, a set of some kind of formation-breaking talismans."

Lin Feng's fingers tightened on the gun barrel.

Duiwei.

The eighth station.

The "eighth platform is broken" mentioned in the description of the dragon vein remains is not due to natural damage.

Someone deliberately destroyed it.

Song Jiao? How could someone from the East Sea destroy the Duiwei Altar?

Unless the instructions did not come from the East China Sea.

It's the Bai family.

"Which direction is the Duiwei Altar in?"

The man from the East China Sea pointed southwest.

"It's about fifteen kilometers away, but that area is probably flooded by a beast tide now."

Lin Feng ignored him.

The earth dragon rose from the ground and rushed towards the southwest.

He has to go and take a look.

If the Duiwei altar was destroyed by the Bai family's formation-breaking talisman, then there must have been traces left at the scene.

What is the Bai family trying to do? Are they deliberately destroying the seal on Zhenlongtai?

For what?

If the Bai family knew that beneath the Dragon-Suppressing Platform lay the remnants of a dragon vein...

They want to drink the blood of the dragon vein.

Lin Feng's mind raced for a moment, and he pieced together a line.

The Bai family arranged for Song Jiao to come in, and using a living person to accelerate the ripening of the earth vein dragon lotus was the ostensible task.

Secretly, Song Jiao had another mission.

Destroy the altar of the Dui position to loosen the seal on the dragon vein.

Once the dragon vein is awakened, its energy and blood surge back to the surface.

The entire geological veins of the Ten Thousand Mountains will transform into a massive natural blood pool.

Who can utilize this level of blood?

Only martial arts techniques at the Martial Emperor level can absorb the essence of the earth's veins.

Did the Bai family have an Emperor Wu?

wrong.

The Bai family did not have a Martial Emperor.

However, someone in the Bai family wants to break through to the Martial Emperor level.

Bai Yong.

How many years has this old man's cultivation been stuck at the peak of Martial Saint? If he refines the essence of the earth veins, he might actually be able to step into the Martial Emperor realm.

What's the cost?

The entire ecosystem of the Shiwan Mountains collapsed.

Tens of thousands of strange beasts went berserk.

All participants and staff inside the restricted area were killed.

It even affected three surrounding provinces.

The Bai family really went all out in this fight.

The earth dragon slowed down at the edge of the blood mist.

The density of the beast tide in the southwest direction was significantly lower than in other directions, as most of the beasts had been driven to the periphery by the riots in the core area.

Lin Feng's mental power pushed him forward.

At a distance of twelve kilometers, the lingering scent of the Duiwei Altar was detected.

"quick."