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Feng Yiling is too fast.

Less than an hour after the Dragon Kingdom army withdrew from the East China Sea defense line, the vanguard of the Skyhorn Clan caught up with them.

The war behemoth stomped across the ground. The main cannon on its back was already preheated, its muzzle aimed at the rear of the retreating army.

"Report! The alien pursuers are less than ten kilometers from our rear guard!"

The voice on the communicator trembled.

Duan Hongyuan stood on top of the transport vehicle, holding the Longyuan Sword, and glanced back.

The horizon was filled with a black tide.

A massive army of 100,000 Skyhorn Clan soldiers surged forward, their overwhelming numbers stretching as far as the eye could see. War beasts roamed through them.

"I'll lead the defense and cover the rear, everyone else, speed up and retreat!" Duan Hongyuan roared.

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, it went dark above my head.

A figure descended from the sky and hovered directly above the Dragon Kingdom's army.

Feng Yiling.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the fleeing human army below, a playful expression on his face.

"Have you run enough?"

The Chinese soldiers below all stopped.

The oppressive aura of the Star Core Realm descended from the sky, causing the legs of soldiers below the Martial Saint level to buckle and collapse to the ground.

"Look at the state of you all." Feng Yiling slowly raised her right hand.

The spiritual energy in the air surged wildly towards his palm.

It was that crimson orb of light again.

This one is bigger than the one before.

Duan Hongyuan's hand holding the sword was trembling.

He himself is not afraid.

But after that one shot, none of the soldiers and civilians who hadn't retreated far from the rear survived.

"Where's Lin Feng?" Chen Guoliang called out into the communicator.

Lin Feng rode the Nether Dragon, hovering in mid-air, less than three kilometers away from Feng Yiling.

He was covered in wounds; the battle had taken a heavy toll, and his purple-gold armor was riddled with cracks.

Even with the help of the Nether Dragon, the effect of a Star Dust Realm cultivator fighting a Star Core Realm cultivator is limited.

"Baron."

Lin Feng wanted to ask about the warship.

"Um?"

"Is the energy fully charged?"

"Damn it! You think I'm a supermarket power bank? I can fill up in no time?"

Baron cursed on the other end, "But! We can rush halfway and deal with these Skyhorn bugs first."

"How much longer?"

Barron was silent for a few seconds.

"Three minutes."

Lin Feng glanced at the still expanding crimson sphere of light above.

Is three minutes enough?

Two minutes.

Lin Feng cut for a full minute.

"Damn it! Do you think I'm building rockets?"

Two minutes.

Lin Feng repeated it.

"Fine! Two minutes! I'll stuff my underwear in there like fuel and get it done!"

The communication was disconnected.

Lin Feng put away the communicator and looked up at Feng Yiling.

Two minutes.

He needs to stall for two minutes.

"Nether Dragon, follow me."

The Nether Dragon let out a roar, and its hundred-meter-long body shot into the air once again.

When Feng Yiling saw Lin Feng rushing over again, she sneered.

"Haven't you had enough of being beaten?"

"You talk too much."

Lin Feng thrust out with his spear.

Feng Yiling blocked with one hand and then struck Lin Feng in the chest with a backhand.

boom!

Lin Feng was sent flying backward, a piece of his purple-gold armor shattered, and he coughed up blood.

The Nether Dragon cut in from the side, spewing its dragon breath at Feng Yiling.

Feng Yiling turned his head to dodge the main body of the dragon's breath and punched the Nether Dragon in the abdomen.

The Nether Dragon let out a miserable howl as its entire body was knocked over.

But Lin Feng rushed up again.

The bayonet was deflected.

Stab again.

It bounces off again.

One minute.

Lin Feng took countless punches, and his purple-gold armor shattered, leaving only a small piece on his chest.

Blood was smeared all over his face, and his vision began to blur.

Feng Yiling didn't even play seriously.

While exchanging blows with Lin Feng, he was also controlling the blood-red orb to continue expanding.

"It's almost time."

Feng Yiling stopped what she was doing, looked at Lin Feng who was covered in blood, and shook her head.

"I've given you two more minutes of life, consider it a favor."

He turned around, palms down.

The crimson orb began to fall.

Objective: The Dragon Kingdom's retreating army.

"No!" Duan Hongyuan roared in despair from below.

Feng Yiling's lips curled upwards.

The moment the crimson orb left my hand.

The sky cracked.

The entire sky was forcibly pushed open by a huge object.

The residual shockwave from the spatial warp exploded from above, knocking over large numbers of Skyhorn soldiers below.

A steel shadow emerged from the tear in space.

First came the sharp bow, then the endless hull.

The kilometer-long B5-class assault ship emerged from the space jump with an overwhelming momentum.

It was so huge that it blotted out the sky.

The shadow of the warship spread out from the north and extended southward at a visible speed.

Within ten seconds, shadows covered the entire battlefield.

The entire army of 100,000 Skyhorn Clan soldiers was shrouded in the shadow of the warships.

Feng Yiling's hand froze in mid-air.

The crimson orb was still hovering in his palm, but he was completely frozen.

His gaze was fixed on the warship.

The sides of the ship are covered with countless gun barrels.

That distinctive dark red armor paint.

There's also the huge Celestial Tribe insignia on the bow.

Feng Yiling's pupils contracted sharply.

"My...my warship?"

His voice became uncontrollable for the first time.

The pressure from the Star Core Realm fluctuated in that instant.

A voice that was extremely arrogant burst out from the communication channel.

"Hey! Feng Yiling! Do you still remember me?"

Barron's voice was transmitted over a radius of 100 kilometers via the warship's full-band broadcasting system.

The Skyhorn soldiers below all raised their heads.

The soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom also raised their heads.

Everyone saw the enormous vessel.

"A hundred years! I've been waiting for you on this damned planet for a hundred years!"

Baron's voice grew increasingly excited.

"You ran fast back then! And now? Your ships are in my hands! Your soldiers are under my command!"

"What did you call this again? Karma! Hahahaha!"

Feng Yiling's face contorted.

"Baron! That's my warship!"

"Yours?" Barron let out a pig-like snort of laughter over the radio. "Whose password? Whose firewall? I changed them all!"

"Now this B5-class assault ship..."

"His surname is Ba!"

Feng Yiling clenched his fists, wishing he could chop the dwarf into pieces on the spot.

"Give me back that ship!"

"Give it back to you?" Baron's voice suddenly changed.

From arrogance to cold indifference.

"You killed 3,600 dwarven warriors of the Seventh Star Force."

"You keep humans as livestock on Earth."

"You want to destroy this planet."

"return?"

"Today I'll show you how your warships blasted your men into cosmic dust!"

The armor plates on both sides of the warship slid open simultaneously.

One hundred and twenty Class B high-frequency energy secondary cannons emerged from their muzzles in unison.

A white light shone from inside the cannon barrel.

Lin Feng, covered in wounds, suddenly pulled away.

The Nether Dragon grabbed his collar and dragged him backward for over a thousand meters.

Feng Yiling's expression changed completely when he saw the 120 cannons.

He knew all too well the power of those secondary guns.

A single door can wipe out a city.

One hundred and twenty guns fired simultaneously.

"All troops, scatter!" Feng Yiling roared down.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Fire."