Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

But the ancient sword demon steadied himself and, with a backhand strike, severed the end of the snake's tail.

The severed serpent's tail fell from the sky, crashing onto the open ground and shattering several stone slabs. The debris flew high into the air, and the surrounding Medusa tribesmen scrambled to avoid it.

"Be careful!"

"Step back a bit!"

The crowd retreated again, some of them hiding around the corner of the city wall.

The ancient sword demon and the Haotian Serpent God were locked in a fierce battle in the air. The giant sword and the serpent's body collided repeatedly, each impact generating a shockwave that shattered the stone slabs on the ground.

Qin Chuan stood inside the body of the ancient sword demon, completely focused on controlling it. A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Controlling the complete form of the Ancient Sword Demon requires immense mental strength. Every swing of the sword, every parry, and every movement requires him to drive it with his will.

Medusa is also controlling the Haotian Serpent God.

But she looked much more relaxed than Qin Chuan. Her posture remained the same, with her arms crossed in front of her chest, her body somewhat relaxed.

The two summoned beasts fought fiercely in the air.

The ancient sword demon's advantage lay in its offensive power. Each strike left a deep wound on the serpent god's body. However, the serpent god's regenerative abilities were too strong; the wounds would heal almost within seconds.

The Serpent God's advantage lies in its entanglement. Its long, agile body, once coiled around the Sword Demon, will continuously tighten, attempting to crush him. When the Sword Demon is entangled, his movement is restricted, and his attack efficiency is greatly reduced.

Ten minutes have passed.

The stone slabs in the open space were mostly broken, with cracks and rubble everywhere. Several serpentine stone pillars were hit by stray bullets and broken in two.

The ancient sword demon's body now bore several dents and cracks. The Haotian Serpent God's body also lost many of its scales, and green energy continuously seeped out.

Both sides suffer.

Qin Chuan wiped the sweat from his forehead. This result was both expected and unexpected.

As expected, the Ancient Sword Demon alone couldn't defeat Medusa. After all, her appetite was 9 points higher than his, and her summoned beasts were naturally stronger as well.

Surprisingly, the gap wasn't as large as expected. The ancient sword demon and the Haotian Serpent God were almost on the same level in terms of combat power.

Medusa also noticed this.

Her vertical pupils lingered on Qin Chuan for two seconds, and her lips moved slightly, as if she were saying something.

Qin Chuan didn't hear clearly.

But he understood Medusa's expression. It wasn't anger, nor was it contempt.

Medusa never expected that this man, who only had a little over four thousand units of energy three months ago, could now fight her Haotian Serpent God to a standstill.

Qin Chuan took a deep breath.

It's time to reveal our final trump card.

Qin Chuan retrieved the Ancient Sword Demon.

The dark purple phantom quickly dissipated in the air, like a wisp of purple smoke blown away by the wind.

Medusa frowned slightly. She thought Qin Chuan had admitted defeat.

But Qin Chuan's next move stunned her.

Qin Chuan clasped his hands together in front of him, and the rotation speed of the Six Paths Rinnegan suddenly increased. Six golden rings spun rapidly deep within his pupils, releasing an unprecedented energy fluctuation.

A pale red light emanated from Qin Chuan's body.

The red light spread out extremely quickly, covering the entire open space in the blink of an eye, rushing to the foot of the city wall, and enveloping all the Medusa people.

"Divine Spirit Communication Technique!" Qin Chuan's voice echoed across the open space.

Medusa's vertical pupils suddenly contracted into a thin line.

She felt it. A sense of oppression surged from Qin Chuan's direction, so intense it was suffocating.

This oppressive feeling was completely different from the previous Burning Heaven Technique and the Ancient Sword Demon. The Burning Heaven Technique was pure offensive power, and the Ancient Sword Demon was physical combat power. But this oppressive feeling came from the mental level, crushing everything in its path.

Behind Qin Chuan, an enormous phantom began to take shape.

The first thing to appear is the head.

A gigantic head, occupying half the sky, emerged from the light. Two curved horns grew from its head, their surfaces covered with intricate patterns, and their tips sharp as knives.

Then came the face. Its features were grotesque, its mouth splitting from its left ear to its right, revealing a dense array of fangs. Its two eyes were pure gold, without pupils, only two burning golden flames.

The shoulders and torso extend from below the head, muscles bulging and enormous. Arms are outstretched, ten fingers pointing towards the sky.

The entire phantom was over a thousand meters tall.

The castle's spires looked as tiny as building blocks in comparison. The grayish-white clouds above the Serpent Mountains were pierced directly by this phantom's body, its head and horns disappearing into the clouds.

It got dark.

The hazy sky turned into a depressing dark gray, as if the sky itself had been lowered by this enormous presence.

God of Cookery!

The Medusa tribesmen all around were paralyzed!

The oppressive aura emanating from the phantom of the God of Food directly affected their mental state. Hundreds of Medusa tribesmen, from the Beast Hunting stage to the Domain stage, couldn't even stand steadily. Their legs went weak, their knees buckled, and they collapsed to their knees with thuds.

Several experts at the Overlord stage barely managed to stay upright, but their faces were deathly pale, and cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.

"What is this...?"

"I...I can't move..."

"The...God of Cookery? That legendary..."

Fear spread through the crowd. Some tribesmen began to tremble, while others lay prostrate on the ground, too afraid to even lift their heads.

This fear wasn't feigned. The God of Cookery's oppressive aura acted directly on the depths of his consciousness, as if the instinct for obedience etched into his genes had been forcibly activated.

Medusa stood in the center of the open space, the only one still standing.

But she wasn't in good condition either.

Qin Chuan could see it clearly. Medusa's body was trembling slightly. Not out of fear, but out of resistance. She gritted her teeth, and the golden light in her vertical pupils flickered violently, as if she were fighting against something.

The God of Cookery's intimidating presence was equally effective on her.

The Haotian Serpent God behind Medusa is starting to have problems.

The Serpent God's body became unstable under the oppressive aura of the God of Food. Dark purple scales fell off one by one, and green energy seeped out from various parts of the serpent's body, like a leaking balloon.

Fear also appeared in the snake god's golden snake eyes.

Although this serpent god is a summoned beast composed of energy, its essence still originates from the bloodline of the spirit serpent race. And the spirit serpent race was merely a pet of the superior human race ten thousand years ago.

The God of Food is a being worshipped by those higher-ranking human races.

The pet met its owner's god.

The serpent god's head began to droop, and its coiled body loosened. The scales fell off at an increasingly rapid pace, and the serpent god's outline became blurred.

Three seconds later, the body of the Haotian Serpent God completely disintegrated.

Dark purple scales and green energy shattered into countless specks of light, fluttering down from the gray sky like an eerie green snowflake.

Medusa's expression finally changed.

Her Haotian Serpent Goddess collapsed without a fight under the oppressive aura of the God of Food.

"The God of Food..." Medusa's voice was forced out through clenched teeth, "How many years has it been... that this thing can still be summoned..."

Qin Chuan stood still, with a thousand-meter-tall phantom of the God of Food above his head and shattered stone slabs and a group of Medusa tribesmen kneeling beneath his feet.

He looked at Medusa.

Medusa was looking at him too.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Qin Chuan could see Medusa's vertical pupils trembling slightly. The trembling wasn't from fear, but rather from a complex mix of emotions surging within her.

"Three months," Medusa said softly, "from a weakling with a food supply of just over four thousand to now being able to summon the God of Food. Qin Chuan, you've truly impressed me."

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the phantom of the God of Food lacked actual offensive capabilities, its mental pressure was undeniable. That attack just now directly shattered the Haotian Serpent God and caused Medusa's condition to fluctuate significantly.

He scanned Medusa's energy level with his Rinnegan: 9660.

It dropped from 9999 to 9660.

The God of Food's pressure directly reduced Medusa's gluttony by over 300 points. Although this reduction was temporary and would recover once the pressure subsided, in battle, a difference of several hundred points could change many things.

The problem is that the illusory image of the God of Food can only be maintained for a limited time. Qin Chuan's mental energy is being rapidly depleted; he can only last for three more minutes at most.

However, in a battle between strong opponents, three minutes is enough to determine the winner!

"So," Qin Chuan spoke, "Do you still think I'm not in a position to negotiate with you?"