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boom!

Hundreds of heavy transport planes lifted off close to the sea surface, their sonic booms tearing through the air.

The cabin doors were kicked open in unison.

"Northern territory, fire all your cannons until they're red-hot!"

"Southern Xinjiang Military Region, advance!"

"Northwest Theater Command, kill!"

The reinforcements from the three military regions have finally arrived.

A massive, dark formation of warriors descended from the sky, crashing directly into the battlefield.

Various kinds of energy exploded on the beach, forcefully plugging the gap on the left flank that was about to collapse.

The war behemoths that rushed ashore were bombarded by dozens of heavy psionic cannons and instantly blasted into pieces.

Duan Hongyuan let out a long sigh of relief, and the Longyuan Sword in his hand lit up again.

"Damn it! I finally made it!"

In mid-air, Feng Yiling looked at the battle below and smiled casually.

"No matter how many bugs there are, they are still bugs."

He turned his gaze back to Lin Feng, "I'll crush your bones inch by inch first."

Feng Yiling loosely clenched her right hand.

The surrounding space began to shrink.

Lin Feng felt the air from all directions pressing directly into his internal organs.

The purple-gold armor emitted a buzzing sound.

"Star Core Realm, do you understand what that means?"

Feng Yiling closed in instantly and threw a punch.

His fist was enveloped in a protective aura.

Lin Feng raised his gun to parry.

clang!

Mars explodes.

The immense force slammed into Lin Feng's chest along the gun barrel.

He was sent flying backwards for over a hundred meters, crashing through two layers of clouds.

Feng Yiling gave them no time to catch their breath, closing in again.

"Your gun is pretty good, and your skin is tough too."

He formed his fingers into a claw and dug towards Lin Feng's face. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're going to die."

"Whether I live or die is none of your business, you piece of trash!"

Lin Feng's mental power suddenly erupted, piercing straight into Feng Yiling's mind.

Feng Yiling paused for half a second.

The sea of ​​consciousness of the Star Core Realm is too stable; even if one's mental power penetrates it, it can only make him pause for a moment.

Just this one moment.

Lin Feng swept his spear horizontally, and the Platinum Dragon Flame struck Feng Yiling's ribs.

Stab it!

The scales were charred.

Feng Yiling staggered back in pain, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

Lin Feng took the opportunity to look down.

Although the three military regions arrived, the situation was temporarily stabilized.

But the cracks are still there.

The Skyhorn Clan army continued to pour out of the crack.

The soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom are risking their lives to fill the gaps.

For every meter advanced, dozens of people would fall down.

With his only remaining right hand gripping a knife, Chen Guoliang fought a deadly battle with a Skyhorn infantryman.

The number of casualties is rising rapidly.

Lin Feng clenched his back teeth.

In a war of attrition, the Dragon Kingdom cannot afford to compete.

1.4 billion people seems like a lot, but how many are actually martial artists?

If this drags on, the entire assets of the three military regions will be poured into the East China Sea.

"Duan Hongyuan!" Taking advantage of Feng Yiling's retreat, Lin Feng immediately activated the highest-level communication. "All troops retreat!"

Inside the command post, Duan Hongyuan stopped holding his sword.

"Withdraw? This is the East China Sea defense line!"

"Give up the East China Sea! Retreat to the second inland defense line!" Lin Feng's voice boomed through the communication channel. "Saving lives won't fill this hole! Buy time! Buy time for Baron's arsenal!"

Duan Hongyuan glanced at the beach.

The ground was littered with the corpses of warriors from the Dragon Kingdom, and the seawater was a deep, dark red.

Keep fighting, it's a bottomless pit.

He is not a pedantic person.

"All troops, listen to my command! Abandon the coastline! Retreat with alternating cover!" Duan Hongyuan's roar echoed across the battlefield.

Behind the defensive line, several representatives of powerful families ran faster than anyone else upon hearing the retreat.

They scrambled and crawled toward the transport plane, even pulling several seriously wounded soldiers off the footboard.

"Take off! Take off now! The alien race is attacking!"

A fat representative grabbed the pilot by the collar and yelled.

puff!

A throwing knife sliced ​​through the air out of nowhere.

The fat representative's head flew off.

Lin Feng's voice came crashing down from mid-air.

"Retreat is permitted, but we will take turns providing cover. Anyone who dares to desert and disrupt morale will be executed!"

Everyone on the defensive line felt a chill, and the retreating formation instantly stabilized; no one dared to run around anymore.

"Trying to leave?"

Feng Yiling sneered in mid-air. "What else can you humans do besides cowering like turtles?"

He raised his hands, and the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth frantically converged into his palms.

A blood-red sphere of light, hundreds of meters in diameter, rapidly took shape.

"Today, the East China Sea will be your graveyard!"

The oppressive aura emanating from the crimson orb made it impossible for the retreating soldiers below to move an inch.

"You're such a chatterbox."

Lin Feng raised his long spear.

He activated his purple-gold armor and focused all his power on the tip of his spear.

"Nether Dragon!" Lin Feng roared.

Below, the Nether Dragon heard the summons and its hundred-meter-long body shook off the attacking Skyhorn Clan, soaring straight into the sky.

It circled around behind Lin Feng.

With its massive maw wide open, Lin Feng unleashed a burst of primordial dragon breath, combined with his spear, and hurled it with tremendous force.

"Break it!"

Feng Yiling scoffed: "It's all in vain."

The crimson orb of light pressed down head-on.

The moment of contact.

The dragon's breath, combined with the spear, pierced directly through the crimson orb of light.

"What?" Feng Yiling's expression changed drastically.

The spear pierced through the ball of light, heading straight for Feng Yiling's chest.

He hastily raised his arms to block.

puff!

The spear pierced his left arm, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

A tsunami, hundreds of meters high, swept the landed Skyhorn army into chaos.

This devastating blow bought the Dragon Kingdom's army some breathing room.

Barron's loud curses echoed in my mind.

"Type A Cheetah self-destruct mode activated! If the machine's gone, we'll rebuild! But if the people's gone, it's really over! Get out of here!"

The remaining mechanical cheetahs charged directly into the most densely populated area of ​​the Skyhorn Clan.

Boom boom boom!

A series of nuclear-level explosions rose from the beach, wiping out a large portion of the Skyhorn Tribe's vanguard.

"Walk!"

Lin Feng landed on the back of the Dark Dragon, opened his palm, and put his spear back.

Duan Hongyuan, along with the three military regions and the remaining East China Sea garrison, took advantage of the tsunami and the self-destruction of machinery to frantically retreat inland.

A dozen minutes later.

The East China Sea defense line is completely empty.

The once impregnable fortress complex has been reduced to ruins.

The ground was littered with the corpses of the Skyhorn Clan and the remains of Dragon Kingdom soldiers.

midair.

Feng Yiling looked at the wound on her left shoulder, which was emitting black smoke, and roared angrily.

"run?"

"If you abandon this sea, where can you retreat to?"

Feng Yiling raised her hand, pointing directly to the inland heart of the Dragon Kingdom.

"The army will advance at full speed and slaughter them all, leaving no one alive."

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