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"Not completely dead."

Lin Feng stared at the faint energy signal on the holographic screen, his fingers gripping the gun barrel tightly.

Barron leaned over for a look and whistled.

"The vitality of a Star Core Realm cultivator is amazing; even with half their body gone, they can still survive."

Lin Feng didn't waste any words. He turned around and walked towards the bridge exit.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Baron shouted from behind.

"kill."

"You know the warship is out of power, right? What if you go down and something happens..."

The bridge doors were already closed.

Lin Feng stepped on the outer wall of the warship and ran a few steps towards the bow.

He glanced down.

The seabed at a depth of three thousand meters.

Mental energy locked onto the sinking, half-body remains. The signal was getting stronger.

Feng Yiling is recovering.

Without saying a word, Lin Feng pushed off with his foot.

He plummeted straight down from the warship, which was a thousand meters high, and plunged into the boiling seawater.

The seawater temperature was extremely high, and the residual heat from the warship's main guns heated up this area of ​​the sea.

Bubbles rose from all directions, obscuring the view.

Lin Feng unleashed his spiritual power, taking in everything beneath the sea.

Feng Yiling was lying on the bottom of the trench, which was three thousand meters deep.

A dozen or so sea beasts gathered around his severed body.

They were all drawn in by the energy and blood he emitted.

They wanted to devour Feng Yiling.

How could these insignificant sea monsters compare to the nuclear weapons of the stars?

The bodies of those sea beasts were shrinking, and their blood and qi were being forcibly drawn from their flesh, turning into blood streaks that flowed into Feng Yiling's severed body.

The bone and flesh at the cut surface are slowly regenerating.

Lin Feng sank faster.

The indestructible golden body isolates the pressure of the seawater from the outside.

Two kilometers.

One kilometer.

500 meters.

Feng Yiling sensed it.

His last remaining curved corner flashed brightly.

His remaining right eye turned to the top of his head and saw the purple-gold light rapidly approaching.

"Get out of here!"

Feng Yiling opened his mouth, and a wave of energy shot out, heading straight for Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng thrust his gun forward.

The spear tip cleaved through the energy wave, and the dragon flames burned the red light in two.

Three seconds later, Lin Feng landed in front of Feng Yiling.

The bottom of the trench is pitch black.

Feng Yiling only had the right half of her body left, with most of her internal organs exposed.

But his curved horn was still pulsating wildly, draining the life force of the surrounding sea beasts.

"Raymond Lam..."

Feng Yiling's voice was intermittent.

Lin Feng did not reply.

Take advantage of your weakness to kill you!

A blue dragon emerges from the sea.

The spear tip, imbued with purple-gold energy and platinum-gold dragon flames, pierced directly towards Feng Yiling's chest.

Feng Yiling raised his right arm, and a ball of black energy condensed in his palm to block the attack.

clang!

The black mist shattered.

The spearhead pierced his right shoulder and became embedded in the rock on the seabed.

"what!"

Feng Yiling let out a miserable scream.

He struggled desperately, trying to tear his body off the tip of the gun.

Lin Feng grabbed his only remaining wrist with his left hand and squeezed it.

Click.

The sound of the wrist bone shattering was exceptionally clear underwater.

"One hundred years," Lin Feng said, his voice resonating through the vibrations of his qi and blood.

"You've been hiding on Earth for a hundred years, how much blood have you been drinking?"

Feng Yiling gritted her teeth, her right eye glaring red.

Lin Feng loosened his wrist, grabbed the gun barrel with his other hand, and twisted it to the left.

puff!

The spear tip swirled half a circle inside Feng Yiling's body.

Two ribs were broken, and black blood gushed from the wounds.

"What about those martial artists you used as sacrifices?"

Another twist.

"Does that include the three thousand soldiers who died in the East China Sea of ​​the Dragon Kingdom?"

Feng Yiling was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed, and she made a hissing sound.

"You humans... didn't seem this indignant when you were killing each other..."

Lin Feng drew his gun.

The spear tip was pulled out of his shoulder, bringing with it a large chunk of flesh.

Then the second shot landed.

It hit Feng Yiling's right knee.

His kneecap shattered on the spot.

Why should I care what others do?

"I only care whether you live or die today."

The third shot.

The fourth shot.

Raymond Lam is like an emotionless machine, relentlessly crushing you, blow after blow.

Feng Yiling occasionally struggled to spit out a burst of energy, which all slammed onto the purple-gold light armor, leaving not even a mark.

By the time the fortieth shot landed, Feng Yiling had stopped screaming.

He lay prone in the mud and sand on the seabed, the light from that curved corner growing dimmer and dimmer.

Every bone in his body that could be broken was shattered, and his black blood stained the surrounding mud and sand.

Lin Feng stopped.

"Dead?"

He swept his mental energy over it.

He didn't die.

There were also faint signs of life.

This thing is fucking tough.

Lin Feng raised his gun, aiming the tip at the back of Feng Yiling's head, ready to deliver the final blow.

Just then.

Feng Yiling smiled.

The laughter came from deep in his throat, gurgling and bubbling.

"Ha...hahahahaha..."

Lin Feng frowned.

A dying man laughing like that either has gone mad or has a backup plan.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng thrust the gun downwards.

But that last remaining curve, just before the spear tip reached the back of the head.

He broke it off by his own hand.

Click!

A stream of black blood spurted out from the base of the horn.

Feng Yiling's body convulsed violently and then fell silent.

Lin Feng's gun pierced the back of his head.

Platinum Dragon Flame poured in.

Feng Yiling's body stopped moving completely.

died.

This time, he's really dead.

But Lin Feng had just realized that the man had stopped breathing before he stabbed him in the back of the head.

Did he commit suicide?

He scanned the area with his mental energy three times, and the consciousness signal returned to zero.

But Raymond Lam did not relax.

Because that broken-off corner is plunging towards the seabed at an eerie speed.

Pointed downwards, it pierces through the mud and sand.

Lin Feng's mental energy locked onto it instantly.

But the speed at the bend exceeded his expectations.

The thing gained some kind of acceleration the moment it left Feng Yiling's body, as if it was being pulled downwards by some force.

Lin Feng picked up his gun and gave chase.

Platinum Dragon Flame cleaved through the seabed rock layers, scattering shards of rock everywhere.

Fifty meters.

One hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

When they reached a depth of 300 meters, Lin Feng's mental energy detected a signal.

The car stopped at the bend.

It stopped at a glowing node.

Dragon veins.

A branch node of the dragon vein on the seabed of the East China Sea.

The tip of the bend was precisely inserted into the center of the node.

next second.

hum!

A violent shock erupted from the node.

The remaining dark red patterns on the bend lit up wildly, as if they had come alive and were drilling into the veins of the dragon.

Lin Feng sensed it.

The entire dragon vein beneath our feet was trembling.

Barron's screams came through the communicator.

"Lin Feng! What the hell were you doing down there?"

"It wasn't me!"

Barron's voice grew increasingly urgent.

"Coordinate signal! It's sending coordinate signals towards the spatial rift!"

"Feng Yiling forcibly opened a spatial rift!"

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