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The moment the Nether Dragon's body burrowed into the crevice.

Sparks flew from its scales; that was spatial turbulence scraping against its body.

It let out a low growl, but didn't slow down.

Lin Feng lay on the dragon's back and pushed his ninth-grade spiritual power forward.

This is a passage carved out by human hands. The "walls" on both sides have regular cuts, as if something had forcibly cleaved a path along the texture of space.

The passage is about two hundred meters in diameter, enough for the Nether Dragon to spread its body and pass through.

The walls on both sides are densely covered with glowing cylinders.

The mental energy was pushed deeper into the passage.

At the end of the passage is another entrance.

The moment Lin Feng's mental energy touched the edge of the entrance, an unfamiliar aura rebounded back.

He did not explore any further.

Because the current situation is already keeping him busy enough.

In the middle of the passage, about a kilometer away, hundreds of Skyhorn tribe members are carrying out construction.

They were smaller than the warriors on the sea, wearing simple leather armor and manipulating tools in their hands.

The instrument's tip is a sharp cone, which is drilling a hole into the wall of the channel.

After drilling a hole, the Skyhorns next to them stuffed a glowing cylinder into it.

Each time one is inserted, the patterns on the channel wall expand outwards by one ring.

The entire crack trembled slightly, a very small vibration, but Lin Feng could feel it.

These are the things that are widening the crack.

These guys are building a bridge.

Use spatial cracks as the bridge deck and luminous cylinders as the bridge piers.

Once everything is completed, this rift will no longer be a temporary spatial tear.

It is a permanent passage.

There will be another gap in the sky above the East China Sea that can never be closed again.

The Skyhorn Clan's army can pour out in an endless stream.

Lin Feng gripped the gun barrel tightly.

The Nether Dragon did not slow down; its body left a trail of afterimages in the passage as it headed straight for the group of engineers.

At the same time.

Behind the construction area, dozens of figures rushed out of the shadows.

Guard team.

As the mental energy swept over, the concentration of each aura popped up one by one.

There are rows and rows, at least forty of them.

They were all Emperor Wu.

The one in the lead is taller.

It is nearly four meters tall, with two thick, long curved horns, the tips of which are adorned with dark red tassels.

Its aura was more intense than any of the other guards.

Peak of the eighth stage of the Martial Emperor realm.

He's a bit stronger than the commander he just killed.

It spotted Lin Feng on the back of the Nether Dragon and its eyes widened in shock.

He uttered a string of broken words.

"Lord Feng Yiling... has given an order."

He raised the bone blade and pointed it at Lin Feng.

"Kill him!"

The Skyhorn Clan guards set off simultaneously.

They didn't rush around.

They were divided into four groups of ten, flanking the passage from all four directions.

The black aura on the bone blades stretched out, enveloping the entire passage in a corrosive atmosphere.

The luminous cylinders on the channel walls were stimulated by the black energy, causing their pulsation frequency to double.

The entire space was buzzing.

Lin Feng flipped over and jumped off the back of the Dark Dragon.

With my feet firmly planted on the walls of the passage, my energy and blood flow outwards, and I stand steadily.

"Nether Dragon, the engineering corps is yours."

The Nether Dragon understood.

Its body rushed towards the construction area, its throat filled with dragon breath.

Two of the four guard groups were split up to intercept the Nether Dragon.

The remaining two groups, twenty Martial Emperors, all rushed towards Lin Feng.

The passage was too narrow, and the Nether Flood Dragon's dragon breath could not be fully unleashed in this space.

But Raymond Lam is different.

His battlefield has never been limited to a single level.

The ninth-grade spiritual power spread out.

It was ejected from Lin Feng's sea of ​​consciousness.

The four Martial Emperors at the sixth level who charged forward in the first row directly pierced through the defenses on their foreheads and horns.

Even a ninth-grade mental power could shake a mental barrier of the level of an ancient sage.

These low-level horn-pattern defenses are no match for them.

The four Skyhorn Clan guards froze simultaneously.

The bone blade was raised halfway when his fingers loosened.

thump.

Four enormous bodies lay sprawled on the walls of the passage, black blood gushing from their seven orifices.

The steps behind were a beat slower.

Lin Feng didn't wait for them to hesitate.

The Star Dragon Annihilation Spear was drawn.

The dragon-shaped array patterns on the gun swirled faster under the strange light in the passage, and the platinum dragon flames flickered twice.

He rushed forward.

Mental and physical attacks are carried out simultaneously.

The ninth-grade mental power locks onto the root of each target's bend, and the mental flying knife strikes first, cleaving through the mental barrier.

Guns followed closely behind.

A blue dragon emerges from the sea.

The spear tip pierced the breastplate of the first guard.

The platinum dragon flames poured in and exploded inside its body.

He drew his gun, turned around, and fired a second shot in a sweeping motion.

The gun, wreathed in dragon flame, swept past two guards who were pressed together.

Their scales held out against the dragon's flames for a little over a second before cracking at the point of contact.

The throwing knife cuts in from the side.

Both heads flew up at the same time.

The remaining guards finally realized what was happening.

They roared something, and the black energy on their bone blades surged, slashing at Lin Feng simultaneously from ten directions.

The passageway is too narrow to hide in.

Lin Feng didn't intend to hide.

The indestructible golden body was operating at full power, with golden armor covering its entire body.

Ten bone blades struck him simultaneously.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The sparks and the black gas exploded simultaneously.

The glowing cylinders on the tunnel walls were shaken and cracked, with two of them breaking directly.

Lin Feng's body remained completely still.

Several fine lines appeared on the golden armor.

The black gas can indeed corrode, but it's too slow.

He raised his gun.

Ten guards were still close to him, and bone blades were still resting on his light armor.

The distance is zero.

The tip of the gun spun once.

Platinum Dragon Flame drew a 360-degree circle.

A layer of black blood splattered on the walls of the passage.

Ten broken bodies fell to both sides, crashing onto the pillars and bending several of them.

On the other side, the dragon's breath was cleaning the construction area.

Engineers are not combat-ready.

The dragon's breath swept over them, and those without even scales turned to ash.

The two groups of guards who were trying to intercept the Nether Dragon were attacked from both sides by its tail and front claws, and were slapped against the wall of the passage one by one.

The construction area is being destroyed.

Lin Feng's throwing knife severed the throat of the last guard in front of him.

He looked up and gazed into the depths of the construction area.

The captain of the guard was still standing there, not rushing forward.

It stared at Lin Feng, its mouth opening and closing as if it were saying something.

Lin Feng's mental energy pressed against it.

This time he heard it clearly.

"You... can't take them all down."

Its voice was hoarse, with pauses between each word.

"This is just one of them."

After saying that, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

He raised the bone blade and charged towards Lin Feng.

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