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He didn't have time to turn around.

A dark purple claw was already pressed against the top of his head.

First, it was gentle.

Then, he pressed down hard.

Click.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent, dense forest.

The body of the seventh-level Martial Saint slid off the tree branch and fell onto the decaying leaves. His limbs twitched twice and then he remained still.

The Nether Dragon vanished the moment he fell.

Clean and neat.

next.

On the left side of the dense forest, two Martial Saints at the fifth level squatted back to back at the base of an old tree.

When the sound of bones cracking reached them, both of them frowned simultaneously.

What was that sound?

"It's in the direction of the leader..."

The second half of the sentence was still stuck in my throat.

A dark purple light swept past their heads, so fast that it left no afterimage.

The two looked up at the same time.

The treetop swayed slightly, but nothing else happened.

They both breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when he looked down, the one on the left noticed that his partner was still looking up.

But the head was gone.

The fracture surface is uneven, and the bone fragments are turned outwards.

It was bitten off by the Nether Dragon.

"ah--!"

The screams had just begun.

The dragon's tail lashed out from the darkness and struck his waist.

He was bent into a V-shape and flew out, crashing into a tree trunk, his internal organs spilling out of his mouth.

The scene was extremely bloody.

This is the difference between a Martial Emperor-level beast and a Martial Saint.

There is no room for discussion.

Right side of the dense forest.

Hearing the commotion, the six men simultaneously drew their weapons.

"It's a monster! A monster has attacked!"

"Form ranks! Form ranks now!"

These six people reacted quickly, and their knives were drawn fast enough.

Standing back to back in a circle, the spirit patterns on the cursed weapons lit up simultaneously, their light intertwining to form a defensive shield.

The formation has just been formed.

The soil beneath my feet has loosened.

It looks like something is arching upwards from directly below.

The first person to sense something was amiss was the one standing due south; he looked down.

The next second, boom!

The Nether Dragon emerged from underground and appeared right in the center of the six-person formation.

The pupils of all six people dilated to their maximum size simultaneously.

The Nether Dragon opened its mouth.

Dark purple dragon breath erupted.

All six people, along with the ground beneath their feet, were instantly vaporized within the area covered by the dragon's breath.

Not even ashes remained.

A huge circular pit appeared on the ground.

Deep in the dense forest.

The remaining members of the secret service finally realized what was happening and began to take countermeasures.

Someone started running.

Someone tried to fight back.

But it was all in vain, useless.

The speed of the Nether Dragon was beyond their comprehension.

The physical abilities of a Martial Emperor are overwhelming that of a Martial Saint, like an elephant stepping on an ant.

No special skills are required.

Six seconds.

Six more fell down.

The three were smashed by the claws.

The two were flung away by the dragon's tail, collided, and their skeletons shattered.

One of them had his upper body bitten by the Nether Dragon, was shaken twice, and thrown out.

The remaining five huddled together, unleashing their full power and maximizing their protective aura.

The Nether Dragon stopped ten meters in front of them.

He tilted his head slightly.

There was no murderous intent in his vertical pupils.

It's just boring.

Then it yawned.

The moment the mouth opened, the five people saw what was inside.

Fragments of the cursed weapon were stuck between his teeth.

It just chewed it up.

All five people's legs went weak at the same time.

The Nether Dragon gave them no more time to think.

His figure flashed.

Five muffled thuds followed.

The dense forest fell completely silent.

As Lin Feng walked over from a distance, the Nether Dragon was squatting next to a pile of wreckage.

It let out a burp.

He spat out several broken pieces of Japanese cursed weapon fragments, which clattered to the ground.

Lin Feng glanced down at the battlefield.

Twenty corpses.

No.

To be precise, there are twenty piles.

Because there wasn't a single intact body.

Ten seconds.

From the first Martial Saint at the seventh level falling down, to the last five people being smashed to pieces.

The entire process should take no more than ten seconds.

Lin Feng bent down and rummaged through the wreckage.

Most of the things were broken.

Storage bags, communicators, and personal weapons were all mostly destroyed by the dragon's breath or impact from the Nether Serpent.

But next to a relatively intact wreck, he found a communicator.

The casing is cracked, but the screen is still lit.

Information editing interface.

An unsent message.

The recipient's information is encrypted, making it impossible to identify who it is.

The content consists of only one line of text.

"Target is in the net, the poisonous abyss is ready."

Lin Feng stared at the line of text for two seconds.

A deep abyss of poisonous miasma.

He pushed his mental energy deeper into the valley.

Behind the supply warehouse, hidden by dense forest, there was an area where the spiritual energy fluctuations were extremely abnormal.

A strong aura of toxins seeped from the ground, and the moment mental energy touched the edge, the feedback signal began to blur.

Interference-type poisonous miasma formation.

It covers a large area, spanning at least several kilometers in radius.

This was clearly not a temporary arrangement.

Lin Feng took a screenshot of the message on the communicator and then threw it away.

He turned around and patted the Nether Dragon's head.

"Walk."

The Nether Dragon shrunk back to its cat form and jumped onto his shoulder.

Lin Feng flipped himself onto the earth dragon.

The direction hasn't changed.

Heading straight for the poisonous abyss.

The earth dragon strode forward, traversing the dense forest, and sped toward the area shrouded in poisonous gas.

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At the same time.

Southern Xinjiang Headquarters.

On the third basement level, in an exquisitely decorated secret room.

Ye Chuxia sat on a mahogany chair, holding a glass of wine in her hand.

Thirty-seven years old, with refined features, and dressed in a crisp military uniform.

It seems to have nothing to do with the word "traitor".

There was a document spread out on the table in front of her.

Duan Hongyuan's travel log.

A communications soldier stood in front of her, head bowed, giving a report.

"Reporting to the Deputy Chief of Staff, General Duan has been placed in Conference Room Number Seven."

"The blockade array has been fully activated, and communication jamming covers the entire building."

"He is not resisting at the moment."

"He looked completely at ease."

Ye Chuxia took a sip of wine.

"No resistance?"

"What's that old bastard up to?"

"Yes, General Duan just sat there and didn't say anything."

Ye Chuxia's lips curled up slightly.

"Of course he won't resist."

She put down her wine glass and stood up.

I walked to the wall and pressed the switch for the hidden compartment.

A screen popped out from the wall.

The screen displays real-time monitoring footage of the Poisonous Abyss.

In the scene, at the edge of a dense forest, a figure riding an earth dragon is rapidly approaching.

Ye Chuxia looked at that figure.

The curve of her lips became even wider.

"They're here."

She turned around, picked up her wine glass, and gently swirled it.

"The Poisonous Abyss".

Her voice was very soft.

"I spent ten years diverting the toxic veins of the entire mountain range to one place to create a furnace."

"Even if Emperor Wu went in, he would turn into blood."

She looked at the figure on the screen that was getting closer and closer.

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

"Raymond Lam".

"Your myth has come to an end."

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