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On the holographic projection inside the sealed room, the hole was being torn apart at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Three hundred meters.

Four hundred meters.

500 meters!

Duan Hongyuan slammed his hand on the control panel.

"Chen Guoliang!"

Duan Hongyuan shouted into the communicator, straining his voice to its limit.

"All psionic turrets on the East China Sea defense line! No need to wait for aiming! Open fire at the crack with full power, indiscriminately!"

A hoarse response came from the communicator from Chen Guoliang.

"Open fire across the entire front!"

Hundreds and thousands of explosions erupted instantly in the open space outside.

Lin Feng didn't stay in the secret room for long. He pushed open the door and quickly moved to the front of the coastal defense line.

The sky was filled with crisscrossing lines of fire.

Hundreds of high-energy psionic beams rose from the ground, heading straight for the massive spatial rift above the East China Sea.

These fortifications have just withstood a tidal wave of millions of sea monsters, their power is beyond doubt.

The beam of light blasted into the darkness of the crack.

It didn't cause the slightest ripple.

The beams of light shot in, but without even an explosion, they were swallowed up completely by the deep fissure.

On the defensive line, Chen Guoliang's eye twitched violently.

The little bit of confidence that had held the East China Sea defense line just now vanished in the face of this bizarre scene.

Lin Feng stood on the breakwater, his brows furrowed.

From deep within the crack came a series of muffled footsteps.

Neat and substantial.

The first vanguard of the Skyhorn Clan stepped out from the rift.

He was nearly three meters tall, much taller than the martial artist.

His body was covered from head to toe in a thick layer of dark blue scales.

On each side of his forehead stood a black horn that curved backward.

He held a large, roughly shaped bone blade in his hand, the edge of which was shrouded in a thick, black mist.

"Fire! Superconducting heavy machine gun phalanx, unleash all armor-piercing rounds!"

The frontline officer stood behind the bunker, gun in hand, shouting.

Thousands upon thousands of specially made psionic armor-piercing rounds were unleashed upon the monsters.

The bullet struck the dark blue scales.

Ding ding ding.

Sparks were flying everywhere.

Those three-meter-tall Skyhorn warriors didn't even stop moving.

Their powerful hind legs suddenly bent and exerted force, propelling them directly from mid-air into the sea below.

His body crashed into the water, sending up waves several meters high.

They strode briskly through the seawater towards the nearest seventh outpost.

It moved extremely fast, leaving white streaks in its wake on the sea.

The Skyhorn warrior at the forefront flicked his wrist and casually swung his bone blade forward from hundreds of meters away.

A streak of black energy detached from the blade, carving a deep groove in the sea, and headed straight for the defensive fortifications of the Seventh Outpost.

A special steel plate on the breakwater was hit by black gas.

The steel plate was cut in half, and a hissing sound and a lot of black smoke came out from the cut.

The steel corroded and rotted within those few seconds.

Lin Feng stared at the black mist, and could see it very clearly.

This thing is the same black aura from the severed arm of the middle-aged man who escaped back in the locked-room video.

It has extremely strong corrosive and destructive power.

"What the hell is this thing? It can't even scratch our weapons?"

Chen Guoliang stomped his feet in frustration.

The Nether Dragon perched on Lin Feng's shoulder, making gurgling sounds in its throat.

Its vertical pupils turned as it stared at the rapidly approaching behemoths, its tail thrashing impatiently against Lin Feng's back.

"go."

Lin Feng turned his head and threw a single word at the Nether Dragon.

With a push from its four claws, the Nether Dragon launched itself into the air from Xiao Qiao's shoulder.

In mid-air, its small body suddenly expanded.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a dark purple dragon a hundred meters long, stretching across the sky above the East China Sea defense line.

It raised its head high and let out a roar that shattered the clouds.

The sound waves pushed the seawater along the coast back dozens of meters.

The Nether Dragon fixed its gaze on the dozen or so Skyhorn Clan warriors charging at the forefront, its massive jaws opening to their fullest extent.

Dark purple dragon breath poured down.

Vast amounts of dragon breath crashed onto the sea surface.

The sea surface caved in directly, and a large amount of seawater was wiped out by the extreme heat before it could turn into water vapor.

The dozen or so Skyhorn warriors were completely enveloped in the intense light of the dragon's breath.

The blinding light caused many soldiers on the defensive line to raise their hands to shield their eyes.

"here you go!"

"No matter how arrogant these monsters are, they'll be reduced to ashes by the dragon's breath of a Martial Emperor!"

The soldiers behind the bunker slapped their thighs excitedly.

The light slowly faded, and murky bubbles churned on the sea surface.

Lin Feng did not move, his gaze fixed on the scorching sea.

Whoosh!

The seawater exploded.

A dozen tall figures emerged from the sea once again.

The cheers from the defense line came to an abrupt halt.

Chen Guoliang's breath caught in his throat.

Those Skyhorn warriors did not die.

The dark blue scales were charred black by the dragon's breath, and some warriors even had half their faces burned through, revealing the white bones underneath.

But they did not fall.

On the contrary, this intense pain completely unleashed their ferocity.

They let out incoherent, ferocious roars, and their hind legs pushed off again.

The running speed not only didn't slow down, but actually increased significantly compared to before.

He swung the bone blade wildly, causing more black energy to surge across the sea and strike the surrounding reefs, corroding them into a pool of mud.

Just then, Duan Hongyuan ran out of the command post and landed next to Lin Feng.

His eyes widened in shock when he saw this.

"What the hell is this level of physical strength?"

Duan Hongyuan gasped.

"The Nether Serpent's breath attack didn't kill it instantly?"

Those martial emperors from Japan couldn't even last a second against the dragon's breath from the Nether Dragon.

These alien races that emerged from the cracks, despite suffering heavy damage, were still able to continue their charge.

This was just the vanguard at the very front.

Lin Feng watched as the monsters drew ever closer, his ears filled with the gasps of the soldiers on the defensive line.

These things have ridiculously high physical defense.

Adding to that layer of black aura with corrosive properties, ordinary martial artists wouldn't even be qualified to engage in close combat with them.

Before the knife even strikes, the weapon will be completely corroded.

Lin Feng raised his right hand.

He had been holding the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear in his hand, but instead, he stuffed it into his storage ring.

Duan Hongyuan turned to look at him, his face full of confusion.

"Why did you put the gun away?" Duan Hongyuan asked urgently. "They're about to rush onto the mudflats!"

Lin Feng did not respond.

He planted his feet firmly on the rubble of the breakwater, stood ramrod straight, and suddenly closed his eyes.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the ocean of ninth-grade spiritual power surged wildly.

High physical defense.

You can't have an iron skull inside your head.

Lin Feng's brow furrowed.

"High physical defense?"

"Then let's try psychological strangulation!"

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