Freeze the entire population, activate my Superman system?

Meanwhile, the situation for Ling Shuang was equally dire.

Just now, under Ling Shuang's control, the Renault brothers had already been hit by a fire source energy cannon.

Renault stood at the edge of the battlefield, staring intently at the silver-white figures constantly darting through the air.

At this moment, blood was still seeping from the hole blasted into the right half of his torso by the fire energy cannon.

"elder brother."

Red lowered his head, his voice low and tinged with a rare tension.

"What are these things? They don't even grow in fertile soil."

Renault's pupils contracted sharply in their sockets, the dark golden light flickering erratically.

"Their strongest member is clearly that rebellious fourth-tier slave."

Renault didn't care about the lives of the slaves. No matter how many of them died, he could always find more from the Redridge Wastes.

What he cares about is time.

The beacon fire has been burning for almost five hours.

Once the area is identified, the main city will send someone to confirm it.

What he originally thought was...

They swallowed up and hid these new fire sources before the personnel from the main city arrived.

But he did not expect the human resistance to be so fierce.

There are at least several hundred of these fire-breeding creatures.

If raised properly

That can produce a continuous stream of fire-source blood!

If the law enforcement teams in the main city see their standoff,

Report to the main city.

They might even shamelessly plunder the main city.

"Turing, stop guarding against me," Renault's voice squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"If this drags on any longer, we won't be able to resolve these minor issues before the main city's law enforcement team arrives."

Turing stood on the other side of the battlefield, his four dark red eyes also fixed intently on the silver-white mechs.

He remembered Ying, the female ghoul.

But I didn't expect it to be so troublesome; I still couldn't catch her.

But she couldn't harm herself either.

As for the Night Demon Mother, she only dared to harass him from the side.

The most troublesome thing is those little insects in the air.

Despite his conscious attempts to dodge, he was repeatedly struck in the same spot by the white beams of light.

It hurts so much!

He didn't answer Renault, but his body moved.

Turing's figure left a dark red afterimage on the snow as he swooped down towards the flank of the Luan Bird mech group.

His target wasn't those mechs; he knew he couldn't keep up with their speed.

His target was the fire source seeds inside the buildings behind the mechs.

As long as the fire source seed is consumed, nothing else matters.

Reno saw through Turing's intentions and acted almost simultaneously.

He directly mobilized nearly a thousand slaves to restrain Ling Shuang alone.

He then proceeded to crush the Luan Bird mechs head-on.

Monitor lizards are too large and have strong defenses.

Those laser beams and energy blades could barely leave scratches on his scales.

Renault and Red's expressions twisted simultaneously.

He rushed to the other side, intending to smash that eerie red cannon!

Since becoming a rancher,

He had never been injured so badly before.

Just then, Wang Can, who had been intently watching the battlefield, saw that the defensive line was in danger of being breached.

The Night Demon Mother directly blocked their path!

Turing's eyes revealed cruelty.

The Night Demon Mother, now controlled by someone, is no longer his source of wealth.

Let's remove this nail first.

Vana sensed the danger.

Its sixteen tentacles simultaneously emerged from the lake, weaving a dense defensive net in the air in an attempt to block Turing's charge.

However, the gap between the limit of a fourth-order mature form and that of a third-order form cannot be bridged by the number of tentacles.

When Turing rushed in front of Vana, he slammed down with his right forepaw.

The dark red energy blade that had condensed on the claw tip suddenly swelled up, extending from half a meter to nearly two meters in length.

Wherever the blade passed, the tentacles were torn apart like pieces of paper.

Grayish-green fluid gushed out from the cut, condensing into a dark green blood mist in the cold air.

Vana let out a mournful screech, and nearly half of its sixteen tentacles were severed in less than two seconds.

But it is controlled by spores and has no fear.

Vana's remaining tentacles frantically coiled around Turing, their suckers biting tightly into the carapace of Turing's right arm, their barbs piercing into the gaps in the shell, attempting to lock his right arm in place.

Turing snorted coldly, and following the tentacles, Vana's massive body was dragged out of the lake.

Then he lifted Vana overhead and slammed him down hard into the silver-white mech in the air.

Several warriors who couldn't dodge in time were pinned down by the Night Demon Mother.

The third-tier Night Demon Mother, facing Turing head-on, lasted less than ten seconds.

At this moment, Ling Shuang had already fought her way back through the gap in the wall.

The Frostfire Staff in his hand transformed into an icy blue, furious dragon, sending several slave warriors flying with each sweep.

The extreme cold and extreme heat of the Frost Flame meant that any slave warriors hit by it would either die or be crippled.

He still has his Bloodlust Super Form unused.

That's for Turing and Reynolds.

But right now, the opponent has given up on the fight.

I have to find someone to confront head-on.

"Then, let's unleash a bloodbath!"

Ling Shuang took a deep breath, and in her Bloodlust state, her crimson scales gleamed with a scorching light in the blizzard.

The Frostflame Staff spun half a circle in his palm, and the icy blue flames on the staff suddenly turned crimson.

He poured his blood into the icy flames, and the two energies collided violently within the staff, producing a deep hum.

Then, he moved.

Ling Shuang's figure left a crimson afterimage on the snow, weaving through the gaps in the slave army.

The length of the Frostflame Staff constantly changed in his hand, sometimes shrinking from two meters to half a foot, disappearing from his palm and then thrusting out from another angle.

Sometimes it would suddenly grow from three feet to two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), sweeping across a wide area and sending the slave warriors blocking its way flying.

His goal was clear: to stop Turing and buy time for the Phoenix Legion.

Turing noticed the crimson figure rapidly approaching.

He turned around, his four dark red eyes locking onto Ling Shuang.

The strongest fire elemental has come to him willingly, which is exactly what he wanted.

"You have guts."

Turing's voice carried the feeling of a predator sizing up its prey.

"You're the first person I've ever seen who dares to face a fourth-tier opponent while only being at the third tier."

His right forepaw slowly rose, and the dark red energy blades condensing on the claw tip emitted a low hum in the blizzard.

This time, the blade was longer than when it attacked Vana and Ying.

Extending from two meters to nearly three meters, the five sharp blades on the claws resembled five burning scimitars.

He didn't hold back.

Turing's right claw slammed down.

Ling Shuang didn't take the hit head-on. Instead, she moved to the left and flicked her icy flame staff upwards, the tip of which touched the side of Turing's claw.

Crimson flames exploded at the point of impact, scorching a fist-sized charred crater into the tortoise-shell layer on the surface of Turing's claw.

Turing's left claw followed closely behind. He slammed it down from above, the bone spikes on the back of his claw like a row of barbs, aiming for Ling Shuang's head.

Ling Shuang held the Frostflame Staff horizontally above her head, taking the hit head-on.

boom!

An overwhelming force surged through the staff into her arms, leaving two half-foot-deep craters in the frozen ground beneath her feet.

But the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

In the state of bloodlust,

My third-tier self can easily withstand a fourth-tier!

"Get out of my way!"

Ling Shuang pushed away the immense force directly, giving Turing no chance to catch his breath.

He pulled the Frostflame Staff back from above his head, gripped it with both hands, twisted his body to the right, and delivered a sweeping blow to the side of Turing's left knee joint.

He didn't use the body of the staff for this strike, but rather the tip—concentrating all the energy of the cold flame at the tip, and piercing it like an awl into the gap in the carapace of Turing's left knee.

Crimson flames seeped into the cracks in the carapace, scorching the soft tissue beneath.

Turing let out a low groan, and his left knee involuntarily bent.

Rancher Turing was actually suppressed by the bloodthirsty Ling Shuang!