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That force exploded from the commander's body, crushing outwards in all directions.

Lin Feng's mind went blank for a moment.

My vision blurred for half a second, and the sea beneath my feet swayed twice.

The ninth-grade spiritual power automatically built a defensive wall in the sea of ​​consciousness, blocking the shock from the outside.

He managed to stay calm.

But the defense behind them wasn't so lucky.

Soldiers below the Martial Venerable level fell down in rows.

Some people rolled on the ground, covering their ears; others bled from all seven orifices and couldn't even scream.

The operator next to the psionic turret slumped onto the control panel, his hand still resting on the fire button, and he was unconscious.

"All warriors below the Martial Venerable level, retreat! Retreat to the second line of defense!"

Chen Guoliang roared.

Duan Hongyuan took a step to the side, and the martial emperor's blood surged from his body, transforming into a barrier in front of the defensive line, forcefully blocking the aftershocks.

"I'll carry you! You guys get out of here!"

Duan Hongyuan's veins bulged as he steadied himself.

The soldiers helped each other back.

Lin Feng glanced back at it.

Duan Hongyuan braced himself against the barrier, his teeth grinding together.

Lin Feng turned around.

On the sea, the leader of the Skyhorn Clan was striding towards them, treading on the seawater.

The bone blade trailed behind him, and black energy spilled out from the blade's edge to both sides.

Wherever the seawater passed, pools of black foam rose up, and the stench could be smelled from dozens of meters away.

As this guy charged at us, he was muttering something under his breath.

"Ancient temple!"

The commander uttered two words in an extremely stiff tone.

He pointed to his chest, then to Lin Feng.

"Guzha, I'll kill you."

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Oh, you can speak human language."

He gripped the gun barrel tightly and pointed it at the other man.

"Then remember my name, Lin Feng, so it will be easier to give it to you when you go to the underworld."

Whether Gu Sha understood or not is unknown, but he didn't stop.

The bone blade slashed upwards, specifically targeting the gap between Lin Feng's legs.

Black mist enveloped the blade, leaving a black line in the air.

Lin Feng took half a step back, pressing the gun barrel down to block the blade.

clang!

The two weapons collided, causing a ring of water to erupt on the sea surface.

Black smoke flowed along the surface of the gun barrel, which was mostly burned away by the dragon flames.

However, a wisp of black energy still bypassed the coverage of the dragon flames and brushed against the light armor on Lin Feng's wrist.

Nourishing.

A fine crack appeared on the surface of the golden armor.

Lin Feng glanced down.

The crack is very shallow; you almost have to look right up to see it to notice it.

But it did crack.

The indestructible golden body, the indestructible golden body of the eighth-level Martial Saint.

Previously, even a full-force attack from a Martial Emperor level couldn't leave a single white mark.

This layer of black mist...

Lin Feng clicked his tongue. "Damn, that's something."

Gu Sha also saw the crack.

He grinned from side to side, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

It looks like she's smiling.

The second strike followed immediately, a horizontal slash.

Lin Feng advanced instead of retreating, raising his gun barrel and bracing himself.

A muffled clang.

Lin Feng took a half step back.

The ancient shaman's power is greater than his.

The alien race, at the eighth level of the Martial Emperor realm, possessed physical strength far exceeding that of humans of the same level.

The power disparity is undeniable.

But Raymond Lam never relies on brute force to make a living.

His spiritual energy was constantly scanning Gu Sha's body.

The ninth-grade mental power transformed into countless extremely fine probes, drilling into the gaps in the ancient temple's scales.

This time, an obstacle has unexpectedly appeared.

What blocked his way were those two curved corners.

The ancient chariot has a curved horn on its forehead, with a ring of lines at the base of the horn.

The lines pulsate constantly, with a frequency synchronized with the heartbeat.

With each pulse, a thin spiritual barrier is released from the root of the horn, completely enveloping the core of the ancient temple's consciousness.

The mental shock I experienced earlier also originated from these two corners.

Since a direct confrontation won't work, let's cut off the horns first.

The thought had barely formed in his mind.

The ancient sage's third strike had already come down.

Strike with full force, gripping the handle with both hands from directly above.

The black aura on the bone blade was several times denser than the previous two strikes.

The black mist spread out in mid-air, turning the surrounding space for dozens of meters black.

Raymond Lam did not block this time.

He took a step forward.

He took a step forward to face the descending bone blade.

Gu Sha's pupils contracted slightly; he hadn't expected the other party to walk right into the line of fire.

The bone blade struck Lin Feng's left shoulder.

boom!

The golden armor of the immortal body flickered for a moment at the shoulder.

But Lin Feng's feet didn't stop.

Using the force of the bone blade's downward strike, he lowered his body and slipped under the ancient demon's armpit.

Instantly close to the body.

Gusha reacted quickly.

He loosened one hand and pushed back with his elbow, trying to smash Lin Feng away.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The Star Dragon Annihilation Spear rose up from below.

The spear tip wasn't aimed at Gusha's chest, but rather at his head.

The platinum dragon flames surged, and the temperature soared to a terrifying peak in that instant.

puff!

The spear tip grazed Gu Sha's forehead and sliced ​​through it, while the dragon flame poured directly into the base of his left horn.

"Awooo—!"

The ancient temple let out a bloodcurdling scream, a piercing and ear-piercing sound that shook the sea, causing white waves to surge.

A crack appeared at the base of his left corner.

The crack extends from the base of the horn to the middle of the body, and the grain breaks at the crack in several places.

Immediately afterwards, the mental barrier around him shook violently.

The once rock-solid defense now has a noticeable gap.

Gu Sha retreated as if he had gone mad.

The massive, three-meter-tall body staggered several steps on the sea surface, almost falling into the water with its bottom.

He clutched the broken corner, black blood flowing down from it.

The dark red angular pattern was flashing wildly, trying to repair the broken structure.

However, the repair speed cannot keep up with the burning of the Platinum Dragon Flame.

The dragon flames remained in the crack, seeping deeper and deeper little by little.

Gu Sha lowered his head and aimed his uninjured right horn at Lin Feng.

The dark red patterns on the horn suddenly gleamed, signaling the imminent arrival of another wave of spiritual shock.

Single-angle release.

Its power is reduced by at least half.

Lin Feng, carrying his gun, looked at the cracked left corner of the ancient temple and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"We've found the weakness."

In short, it was said in a very plain and unremarkable way.

But Guzha's expression changed.

From initial contempt to the current shock and anger of being bitten back by the prey.

The ancient demon uttered a string of rapid, foreign words, his voice rising to a very high pitch, repeating them several times.

It doesn't sound like he's swearing.

It's more like they're shouting something, calling out for something.

Lin Feng pushed his mental energy towards the crack.

The direction of the crack.

coming.

The sound of orderly footsteps echoed from deep within.

Heavier and denser than before.

The sea began to tremble, and wave after wave of undercurrents pushed in from afar.

The second wave of the Skyhorn Clan army is approaching.

Gu Sha covered his broken horn and retreated to a distance of over a hundred meters.

He didn't rush forward again; he stood there, black blood flowing down half his face.

He is waiting.

Waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

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