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The Skyhorn Clan army surged like an iron torrent, completely crushing the East China Sea defense line and rushing into the nearest coastal city.

War behemoths crashed into skyscrapers, the roar of collapsing buildings echoing everywhere.

But the entire city was deathly silent.

The heavily armored infantrymen kicked open the door to the shelter, which was completely empty.

The guerrillas, wielding bone blades, searched every building, but found nothing alive except discarded items.

The Dragon Kingdom's military executed the most resolute withdrawal plan, and everyone was completely evacuated.

Feng Yiling hovered above the city.

He looked down at the empty city below, his face grim.

"They ran away?"

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

He originally wanted to watch the human race wail in despair during this massacre, and wanted to chop Lin Feng's people into pieces and hang them on the top of the building as a warning to the public.

As a result, it was as if he had thrown a punch with all his might, but landed on a ball of cotton.

This frustration made the Star Core Realm expert feel more irritable than ever before.

"Do you think removing the population will make a difference?"

Feng Yiling closed his eyes, and his immense perception instantly enveloped an area of ​​a hundred miles.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the underground of a huge square in the city center.

"The people are gone, but the spiritual foundation beneath their feet cannot be left behind."

A smudged smile appeared on his lips.

"Since we can't kill anyone, we'll drain your dragon veins. Let's see where you can hide then!"

Feng Yiling's body sank, crashing heavily into the center of the square.

The ground within a radius of one kilometer was instantly covered with cracks.

The two purplish-red horns on his forehead burst forth with a bloody light.

"rise!"

Feng Yiling plunged both hands into the cracked ground, and the terrifying power of the Star Core Realm tore wildly through the earth.

Rumble!

The entire city shook violently.

Deep underground, he forcibly pulled out a hidden branch of the dragon vein.

The golden dragon vein energy burst through the rock strata, transforming into a hundred-meter-long phantom that struggled wildly in mid-air.

"Although the purity is a bit low, it's just right for restoring my original essence."

Feng Yiling's eyes were filled with greed as he opened his mouth wide and inhaled deeply.

The dragon vein energy flowed into his mouth following his guidance.

The tens of thousands of Skyhorn soldiers around them roared in unison, cheering for their leader's power.

Feng Yiling closed her eyes slightly, her face full of intoxication.

The feeling of forcibly draining the core of a life-bearing planet is far more exhilarating than killing.

But just as he was absorbing that branch of the dragon vein to the very last moment, at the very moment when his guard was most relaxed.

Amidst the shattered ruins of the plaza below, a strange change suddenly occurs!

boom!

Three figures, with an unwavering resolve to die, soared into the sky from the underground passage.

Three martial saints.

They were wearing battle suits soaked in blood, and one of them even had only one arm left, his whole body wrapped in bandages.

They were originally responsible for covering the retreat of the refugees, but the Celestial Tribe was too fast, and they were surrounded before they could retreat.

Since we can't withdraw, then we won't withdraw.

Killing one is enough to make a profit, injuring one is a sure win!

"Inhuman scum! Die!"

The one-armed veteran's eyes were bloodshot as he instantly over-burned the remaining vital energy in his body.

The blade light, imbued with the Martial Saint's lifelong cultivation, slashed straight at Feng Yiling.

Quick! Ruthless! Decisive!

The cheering Skyhorn soldiers below didn't even have time to react.

Ke Feng Yiling didn't even open her eyes.

He just hung there, a mocking smile on his lips.

The blade's edge stopped just in front of Feng Yiling.

clang!

Feng Yiling's protective barrier didn't even ripple.

The enormous recoil force surged back along the blade.

The Martial Saint was so shocked that his blood gushed out.

"How is that possible...?"

The one-armed veteran's pupils suddenly contracted.

The gap is too big.

So vast that even if you tried to fill it with your life, you wouldn't be able to splash a single drop of water.

Feng Yiling finally opened her eyes, her eyes filled with nothing but indifference.

"A rat hiding in the sewers dares to brandish a knife at me?"

He raised his right hand and tightened it.

Click!

The martial saint at the very front suddenly froze in mid-air.

The bones in his limbs made cracking sounds as they were twisted into pretzels.

"what!"

The excruciating pain caused the martial saint to scream, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed the scream back.

He stared intently at Feng Yiling, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Fuck your ancestors... Space Locusts!"

Feng Yiling's eyes turned cold.

Fingers slightly clasped.

boom!

The martial saint's body exploded in mid-air.

Without any suspense, the flesh and blood instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Feng Yiling didn't even waste this ball of blood energy. He took a deep breath and swallowed the blood mist directly into his mouth, along with the dragon vein energy.

"It tastes sour, but it's full of resentment."

Feng Yiling licked her lips, her eyes filled with cruelty.

The remaining one-armed veteran and the other martial saint were filled with rage.

They knew full well that there was no chance of survival today.

The two exchanged a glance in mid-air, and without any hesitation, they reversed their meridians, frantically pressing all their qi and blood into their dantian.

A blinding red light shone from the surface of the body.

Blow up!

"The Dragon Kingdom will not yield an inch of its land!"

Rumble!!!

The self-destruction of two peak Martial Saints was even more powerful than a miniature nuclear weapon.

The light engulfed the entire square, and the shockwave leveled skyscrapers within a radius of several kilometers.

Thousands of Skyhorn soldiers who didn't have time to raise their shields were blown away by the shockwave.

The smoke and dust swirled and lingered for a long time.

Until a gust of wind swept by.

Feng Yiling remained suspended in its original position.

He looked down at the huge crater created by the explosion with a cold smile, feeling the violent energy permeating the air.

He opened his arms and took a deep breath.

He absorbed every last drop of the residual blood and essence produced by his self-destruction into his body.

hum!

A terrifying pressure, far exceeding anything seen before, swept out from his body.

His realm was stabilized once again, and even rose slightly upwards.

"What an ungrateful race."

Feng Yiling lowered his head and looked down at the Tianjiao Clan soldiers who were getting up below.

He suddenly found the scene quite interesting.

"Look," he said, turning his head slightly to his adjutant beside him, "I gave them the chance to look up at the stars, but they only deserve to turn into mud underground."

He raised his hand and pointed directly to the inland hinterland.

That was the direction in which the Dragon Kingdom's retreating army was heading.

On the horizon, the smoke and dust had not yet dissipated, and a dark line could be vaguely seen.

Further away, one can even see rows of people.

Feng Yiling stared at the slowly moving black line, his voice turning deep.

"Pass down the order."

"Full speed advance! Notify the war behemoth to preheat its main guns. No more firepower coverage is needed. If you see any living thing, just blast it to pieces."

"Evacuate with civilians? I'd like to see how far their ridiculous pity can get them out of here."

"Chase after them and crush them!"

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