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The East China Sea defense line retreated ten miles.

The once impregnable breakwater has been trampled and is now in a state of disrepair.

On the sea, black tides are surging.

Those were densely packed Skyhorn Clan heavy infantry.

They are over three meters tall, with thick scales that gleam coldly.

Chen Guoliang stood in the temporary command post, his palms sweating as he gripped the broken sword.

"Fire! Don't stop!"

Behind the defensive line, hundreds of heavy psionic cannons roared incessantly.

The energy beam slammed into the black tide.

The light was blinding.

But as the light faded, the soldiers on the defensive line instantly stopped breathing.

The Skyhorn infantrymen merely swayed their bodies.

A few white marks were left on their scales, but they did not hinder their progress.

The pain, however, fueled the ferocity of these interstellar bandits.

Their curved horns glowed, they roared, raised their bone blades, and charged faster toward the defensive line.

"It's too tough... Our psionic cannons can't penetrate it at all!"

A martial arts officer's jaw was chattering.

The ten-mile buffer zone vanished in an instant.

The first row of Skyhorn Tribe members had already rushed ashore, their bone blades slashing down from the air.

Several Dragon Kingdom warriors at the forefront were cut in two, shield and all, before they could even raise their weapons.

The corrosive black energy instantly turned their flesh and blood into a pool of black water.

Despair spread along the defense line.

Just then, a long cry came from the sky.

A gigantic shadow, hundreds of meters tall, tore through the clouds and appeared at the forefront.

boom!

Thousands of tons of seawater were thrown into the air by this terrifying impact.

More than a dozen Skyhorn infantrymen who charged the fastest were smashed into a bloody pulp.

The Nether Dragon has descended!

The Emperor's overwhelming aura was unleashed without reservation, forcefully halting the momentum of the Skyhorn Clan's charge.

The Nether Dragon opened its massive mouth wide, unleashing its breath that swept across the entire army.

Hundreds of Skyhorned Clan members struggled frantically in the dragon's breath.

Almost at the same time, Lin Feng's figure fell from the sky.

Star Dragon Annihilation Spear in hand.

"Deploy the transport capsule," Lin Feng ordered coldly.

High in the sky behind, the doors of several heavy transport planes were wide open.

One hundred Type A mechanical cheetahs that had been manufactured earlier were airdropped directly into the center of the battlefield.

The hatch exploded the moment it landed.

One hundred mechanical afterimages burst forth from within!

Chen Guoliang and the warriors on the defense line were stunned.

"Tactical Hunting Mode"

With Lin Feng's command, the mechanical cheetah instantly disintegrated into smaller units.

They have no need for morale or fear, nor do they feel pain.

Five mechanical cheetahs formed a group and instantly locked onto a Skyhorn infantryman.

They do not engage in direct confrontation with the opponent's bone blades.

Two units drew attention from the flanks, while the main energy cannons on their backs blasted directly into the chests of the Skyhorn Clan.

boom!

The massive bodies of the Skyhorn infantrymen briefly lost their balance.

The other three mechanical cheetahs leaped up instantly, their black and gold claws snapping out and stabbing directly into its throat, which was unprotected by scales.

One fatal blow!

Pull out the steering wheel and look for the next target.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

The Emperor-level mechanical killing machine demonstrated overwhelming harvesting efficiency on the battlefield.

With the addition of these 100 A1 mechanical war beasts, the pressure on the defensive line, which was on the verge of collapse, was greatly reduced.

"What are you standing there for! Kill!"

Duan Hongyuan charged into the battlefield from the rear. The Dragon Abyss Sword shone with golden light, and a hundred-foot-long sword beam sliced ​​across, cutting the three-headed Heavenly Horned Clan member in half.

The power of the veteran martial emperor was fully unleashed at this moment.

Lin Feng did not stay in the same place.

He carried his gun and charged straight into the most densely populated heartland of the Skyhorn tribe.

These Skyhorn warriors' physical defense was indeed ridiculously high, but it was practically useless against Lin Feng.

His spiritual power burst forth from between his eyebrows.

The invisible spiritual spike shattered the curved horn defense on the forehead of the Skyhorn Clan.

The dozen or so Skyhorn Clan members that had charged forward froze in unison, their eyes glazed over.

Lin Feng stomped his foot, and the ground shattered.

A blue dragon emerges from the sea!

The Star Dragon Annihilation Spear vanished in a blur.

The spear tip pierced their chests, and the platinum dragon flames flowed down the spear shaft and into their internal organs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

More than a dozen enormous bodies exploded from the inside, with limbs and flesh mixed with black blood flying everywhere.

[Ding! Killed a Martial Emperor-level Celestial Horned Clan infantryman, gained 10,000,000 Martial Points!]

[Ding! Killed a Martial Emperor-level Celestial Horned Clan infantryman, gained 10,000,000 Martial Points!]

[Ding! Killed a Martial Emperor-level Celestial Horn Clan squad leader, gained 30,000,000 Martial Points!]

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The system notification sounds echoed in Lin Feng's mind.

He didn't even look at the numbers on the panel. The Starfall Nine Tribulations Blade surrounded him, tearing the alien race that tried to sneak up from behind into pieces.

He's like a human meat grinder.

Wherever his spear passed, not a single Skyhorn could stop him.

Just as the battlefield ahead reached its climax.

A piercing scream suddenly rang out from the left flank of the defensive line.

A dozen or so slender and agile Skyhorn guerrillas actually slithered along the seabed, bypassing the frontal barrage of fire and the mechanical leopards, and charged directly into the Dragon Kingdom's wounded camp.

"Protect the wounded!"

Several martial arts masters on guard duty, their eyes bloodshot, rushed forward without regard for their own safety.

But their weapons only produced a string of sparks when they struck the guerrillas' scale armor.

In contrast, the opponent's bone blade shattered the Martial Saint's protective aura shield with a single strike.

A Chinese soldier with a severed arm leaned against a stretcher, watching as the bone blade came crashing down on his head.

He closed his eyes in despair.

Suddenly, a piercing sonic boom rang in my ears.

The soldier with his eyes closed did not feel the pain of his skull shattering; instead, he felt a wave of scorching heat brushing against his scalp.

He opened his eyes.

A bloody hole appeared on the neck of the Skyhorn guerrilla soldier, and no one knew when.

Platinum Dragon Flame was burning wildly at the edge of the blood hole.

His body crashed to the ground.

Lin Feng had appeared in the center of the wounded soldiers' camp at some point.

He was expressionless, holding a gun in his right hand and his left hand with the fingers slightly spread.

The Starfall Nine Tribulations Blade transformed into a strangling net.

"die."

Raymond Lam parted his thin lips slightly.

Under the precise control of his ninth-grade spiritual power, the throwing knife bypassed the Dragon Kingdom soldiers at an incredible angle and went straight for the Skyhorn Clan guerrillas!

Puff puff!

The sound of a flying knife shattering the skull from the inside rang out.

The guerrillas who infiltrated the camp collapsed to the ground before they could even swing their swords a second time, their brains and black blood spilling everywhere.

Lin Feng didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground. He pulled the spear stuck in the corpse, turned around, and charged back into the front lines of the battlefield.

The killing continues.

The seawater had been stained with the black blood of the Skyhorn Clan, turning it into a stench.

When the Nether Dragon's breath burned the last few wounded heavy infantrymen to ashes, the first wave of Skyhorn Clan landing was finally completely wiped out.

The beach was littered with debris.

The hundred mechanical cheetahs were also covered in wounds, some with their mechanical legs severed, but the red light in their eyes remained cold and fierce.

The Dragon Kingdom's martial saints collapsed in the blood, utterly exhausted, panting heavily, their hands cramping as they gripped their weapons.

Duan Hongyuan leaned on the Longyuan Sword, his chest heaving violently. He wiped the blood from his cheek, looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, and gave a bitter laugh.

"This is just the first wave, damn it."

The tense nerves of everyone were just about to relax for even a second.

Boom!

The entire surface of the East China Sea suddenly trembled ten times more violently than before.

That was a roar coming from the depths of the spatial rift.

The red light surged at the edge of the crack, almost tearing the entire sky apart.

Immediately afterwards, huge whirlpools, tens of meters wide, were created on the sea surface.

The silhouette, several times larger than a heavily armored infantryman, slowly emerged from the thick fog on the other side of the crevice.

With each step they took, the seawater was forced apart, creating a deafening roar of crashing waves.

What's even more chilling is that on the backs of these colossal creatures are black towers radiating destructive energy.

Above the tower, the massive energy cannons could be vaguely seen charging.

War behemoth.

They are the Skyhorns' mobile firepower fortresses.

A suffocating sense of oppression swept across the sea.

Many wounded soldiers on the defensive line were even so overwhelmed by this aura that they coughed up blood.

The second wave has arrived.

Moreover, it's several levels stronger than the first wave.

Lin Feng stood at the very front of the breakwater.

He raised his head, glanced in the direction of the crack, then turned his head slightly, looking towards the distant northern border.

Baron's voice echoed in my mind.

"Baron, you'd better hurry up."

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