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Lin Feng gripped his gun and glanced back at the defensive line.

The retreating soldiers behind them had already moved to a safe area.

enough.

The sound of footsteps echoed from the depths of the crevice, one wave after another, as the shadows grew denser and denser.

If this drags on any longer, and these follow-up troops join forces with that commander, the entire defensive line will collapse.

Although the commander's mental defenses have been destroyed, it doesn't mean the other party is incapable of escaping and regrouping.

He didn't wait any longer.

The footsteps of the second wave of the Skyhorn Clan army drew ever closer, and the shadowy figures deep within the rift grew denser.

If this drags on any longer, the commander will join forces with the follow-up troops, and the situation will only become more difficult to manage.

"Mingjiao!"

At a command.

High in the sky, the hundred-meter-long dragon-like body folded its wings and swooped down.

Dark purple scales tore through the sea breeze, and the dragon's tail left a long trail of water.

Gu Sha Gang covered the broken horn and took half a step back.

He was still clutching the broken corner, half his face smeared with black blood, when he looked up...

The giant, dark purple shadow had arrived.

The Nether Dragon slammed down with its front claws.

Gu Sha gritted his teeth, raised the bone blades horizontally above his head with both hands, and prepared to fight to the death.

boom!!!

The collision caused the sea surface to explode in all directions.

The seawater within a hundred-meter radius was swept away by the air currents, exposing the underlying reef layer.

Guzha's feet sank into the seabed rocks, and his entire arm was trembling.

The black energy on the bone blade surged outwards wildly, attempting to corrode the claws of the Nether Dragon.

A layer of white smoke rose from the scales of the Nether Dragon.

But it only produces smoke.

The layer of dark purple scales remained completely still.

The scales of the Nether Dragon are extremely tough.

The ancient temple is still stubbornly holding on.

His face was contorted beyond recognition, and black blood dripped from the severed corner into the seawater.

He was still roaring, as if he was putting all his strength into this one move.

But he forgot one thing.

The Nether Dragon did not come alone.

Lin Feng has arrived.

He circled around the flank of the Nether Dragon, stepping onto the underwater reefs, his spear tip pointing at the only remaining right corner of the ancient temple.

Gu Sha sensed danger and caught a glimpse of the figure out of the corner of his eye.

He tried to turn around, but the dragon's front claws held him firmly down, preventing him from pulling out his bone blade.

"It's too late."

The Star Dragon Annihilation Spear thrust out.

The spear tip, wreathed in platinum dragon flames, pierced precisely into the base of the ancient temple's right corner.

"Awooo—!!"

The screams were so loud they shattered the underwater reefs.

Platinum dragon flames poured into the patterns at the base of the horns, burning along the veins of those spiritual barriers.

The patterns on the horn faded away piece by piece, and the mental barrier extinguished layer by layer.

The ancient shaman's mental defenses completely collapsed at this moment.

Lin Feng did not waste this opportunity.

The ninth-grade spiritual power condensed into a huge blade of mental energy, which pierced directly into the shattered corner of the ancient temple.

This time, everything went smoothly.

The psychic blade pierced through the remnants of the ancient shaman's mental barrier, reaching the core of his consciousness.

Gu Sha's body froze.

His hands were still holding the bone blade, but his limbs lost their strength in that instant.

One finger at a time, he loosened his grip, and the bone blade slid from his palm, smashing into the seabed rocks.

Lin Feng twisted his wrist.

The psychic blade spun once in the ancient shaman's sea of ​​consciousness.

Grind into small pieces.

The light in Kosana's eyes gradually faded.

His mouth was still open, as if he wanted to shout something, but only a clump of black blood gushed out of his throat.

The body leans backward.

The massive body crashed onto the seabed, stirring up a layer of sediment.

died.

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The moment the system notification popped up, Lin Feng had already holstered his gun and turned around.

The Nether Dragon retracted its forepaws and glanced down at the ancient temple's corpse on the ground.

He snorted and turned his head to the side, his expression full of disgust.

A cheer erupted from the defensive line.

"The commander is dead! The biggest one is dead!"

"Raymond Lam killed him!"

Chen Guoliang finally loosened his grip on the railing.

Duan Hongyuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

But it only loosened for half a second.

His gaze swept across the sea and landed on the crack.

His complexion looked off.

"Something's not right...something's not right!"

Duan Hongyuan's voice came through the communicator to Lin Feng's ears.

"A crack! Look at the crack!"

Lin Feng looked up.

The spatial rift hanging above the sea did not shrink due to the death of its leader.

On the contrary, it is expanding.

From 500 meters to 600 meters.

700 meters.

800 meters.

It was tearing apart at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The red light at the edge grew brighter and brighter, like a wound being forcibly torn open.

One kilometer.

The crack has exceeded one kilometer in width and is still expanding.

The cheers on the defensive line vanished instantly.

Instead, a deeper silence ensued.

"What's going on...?"

Chen Guoliang's voice was trembling, "Didn't you say that killing the commander would be the end of it?"

No one answered him.

Because nobody knows the answer.

Lin Feng stood on the underwater reef, looking up at the increasingly wide crack.

He had thought that killing the commander would stop the rift from expanding, but in reality...

From the depths of the crack, a new sound emanated.

It doesn't look like footsteps.

clang.

clang.

clang.

Metal striking.

The rhythm is even and the frequency is stable.

It looked like something was being built deep inside.

Lin Feng pushed his ninth-grade spiritual power deeper into the crack.

He saw it.

At the other end of the rift passage, a large group of Skyhorns were busy at work.

They were smaller than the previous soldiers and were unarmed.

Instead, there were tools of various shapes and some glowing instruments.

They carved grooves into the "walls" on both sides of the crack, and then inserted some glowing cylinders one by one.

With each insert, the crack widens further outwards.

Engineers of the Tianjiao Clan.

"Old Duan."

Lin Feng pressed the communication button.

"I saw it."

Duan Hongyuan's voice was as deep as lead. "They are fixing the cracks to prevent them from closing naturally."

"Once they finish installing all those things..."

"This crack can never be closed."

Lin Feng gripped the gun barrel tightly.

"We have to take all of that stuff apart before they finish installing it."

"But the engineers are also protected by guards."

Duan Hongyuan spoke quickly, "You just killed the commander, so the follow-up troops will definitely send more combat power to protect the construction."

There was a moment of silence on the communication channel.

Duan Hongyuan spoke again.

"What are you planning to do?"

Lin Feng did not answer.

His mental energy was still locked onto the movements of the engineers deep within the crack.

They are very fast.

Dozens of luminous cylinders have already been embedded in it.

The crack is still widening.

time does not wait.

Lin Feng flipped over and straddled the back of the Nether Dragon.

"Charge in."

The Nether Dragon raised its head, its roar tearing through the air above the sea.

The hundred-meter-long dragon body rose from the ground and charged straight towards the expanding spatial rift.

Duan Hongyuan stood on the defensive line, watching the figures of the man and the dragon grow smaller and smaller until they finally disappeared into the dark crack.

Disappeared.

Lin Feng's last words came through the communicator.

"Guard the outside for me; I'll handle what happens inside the cracks."

The signal is lost.

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