High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Song Chen could already feel a powerful spiritual energy aura pressing down from the depths of the defense line, completely different from the previous sixth and seventh-tier ones.

The aura was so heavy it was suffocating, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on his chest.

He looked up and saw a huge figure slowly walking towards him at the end of the passage.

Short and stocky like a mound, with four arms like pillars, it was one of the three eighth-tier Blood Erosion Clan members.

At the end of each of the monster's arms was a bone blade, dripping with blood, some of which had already congealed, while some was still flowing.

His body was almost twice as wide as he was tall, and his skin was like rough rock, covered with fine cracks.

With each step, the alloy floor beneath their feet sank in, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

The short, stocky Bloodthirsty Clan member spoke up: "It was you who killed many of my offspring."

Song Chen did not retreat. He held his sword horizontally in front of him, his breathing still steady: "I killed not only the brat, but you too."

Upon hearing this, the short, stocky man grinned.

That was one of the ugliest smiles Song Chen had ever seen, with bits of meat stuck between his teeth.

He slowly raised his four arms, and dark red psionic flames ignited on the bone blades. The flames were not hot; instead, they caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

Song Chen's heart sank; he knew that the flames burned spiritual energy and he couldn't touch them.

"Wait, what's your name?" Song Chen suddenly asked.

The short, stocky man paused, seemingly taken aback by the question. He hesitated for a moment, then his smile deepened: "Dead men are not worthy to know my name."

The Blood Erosion Clan member opposite them is very likely the first eighth-tier life form that Song Chen killed.

He had wanted to ask for the name, but the other party wouldn't tell him, so he didn't bother to pursue it any further.

Before the short, stocky man could move, Song Chen stomped his foot, and the void traversal was already activated.

Before the short, stocky man's heavy laughter could fully travel through his psionic energy, Song Chen's figure had already disappeared into the passage.

The Allied soldiers watching the scene only saw a blur before their eyes, and when they found Song Chen again, he was already standing close to the back of the short, stocky man.

The meteor blade, trailing a trail of dark afterglow, slashed diagonally upwards, aiming straight for the back of the opponent's neck.

The short, stocky man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; with the arm closest to him, he swung his blade backhand, the bone blade colliding with the meteorite blade.

Song Chen felt an indescribable force travel along the blade, as if an entire asteroid had collided with his blade.

His body was sent flying by the impact, crashing through an alloy partition behind him and into the second passage, finally coming to a stop after blasting through three layers of bulkhead.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Several Allied soldiers stared in disbelief at the hole that Song Chen had smashed, then turned to look at the short, stocky man.

They knew that Song Chen had just killed a seventh-level enemy as easily as cutting vegetables, but an eighth-level enemy was still an eighth-level enemy.

In a single exchange, Song Chen was sent flying.

"Not bad, but too light." The short, stocky man retracted his arm and slowly said in the direction of the hole, his contempt cutting into the nerves of the onlookers like a knife.

Song Chen did not respond.

Just as the short, stocky man was about to take a step, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him.

He turned around abruptly, only to find Song Chen's knife already pressed against his ribs.

This time, Song Chen learned his lesson and didn't touch his bone blade.

The blade drew a silver spark on his armor, and he bounced off. Before Song Chen even landed, the teleportation had already begun.

The short, stocky man roared and swept all four of his arms outwards at the same time. The bone blades brought out a dark red psionic storm, tearing the walls on both sides of the passage apart like paper. But Song Chen was gone.

The next second, Song Chen appeared on top of the short, stocky man's head.

The sixth level of the Star-Splitting Slash descended with a thunderous force, the blade light like a reversed celestial river, crashing onto the short, stocky man's shoulder armor.

The strike finally had an effect; the short, stocky man's body sank downwards, half of his lower leg sinking into the ground, and a long crack appeared on his carapace, from which a line of dark red blood seeped out.

"You!" The short, stocky man looked up, his eyes flashing with anger.

Song Chen had already dodged ten meters away and shook his slightly numb wrist.

The strength of an eighth-tier body exceeded his expectations; he had just used the tenth strike of the Star-Splitting Slash, but it only managed to cut through a single layer of the outer shell.

"Your skin is pretty thick," Song Chen said with a smile.

The short, stocky man was completely enraged. He swung all four arms backward at the same time, and his whole body crashed into Song Chen like a meteorite that had been thrown out.

Song Chen's response remained simple: teleportation through the void.

He disappeared, reappeared, disappeared again, and reappeared again.

The short, stocky man's attacks missed every time, while Song Chen's knife always landed in the most unexpected places.

Wherever they fought, the place turned into ruins.

Song Chen consciously steered the battlefield outwards, not wanting to waste time fighting an eighth-tier enemy inside the defensive line.

The short, stocky man was incredibly destructive. Every swing of his knife carried earth-shattering force; even just grazing a wall could tear a gash several meters long.

If the fighting continues like this, they can dismantle this defensive line on their own without the enemy even having to attack.

Song Chen used a teleportation technique to reach the upper deck, and then used another teleportation technique to pass through the outer wall and stand in space.

The metal armor on the outer edge of the defensive line stretched into the distance beneath his feet, like a plain of steel blackened by artillery fire.

Above him was a vast sea of ​​stars, and beneath his feet was a defensive line that was still trembling. He glanced back and saw that the short, stocky man had followed him out.

He didn't have fancy footwork or complicated psionic moves; he just relied on his four arms and terrifying strength to smash anything in his way.

Song Chen actually felt more comfortable in space. He could land freely and move 360 ​​degrees without being restricted by the terrain.

Void travel has a greater scope for application here.

"All you can do is run?" the short, stocky man said, his voice booming with psychic energy, his eyes filled with fury.

"Are you only good at missing shots?" Song Chen replied.

He flashed again, his blade sweeping across the short, stocky man's back, leaving a new bloody gash on his waist.

The short, stocky man retaliated with a cross slash, tearing the area to shreds with four dark red blades, but Song Chen had already appeared a hundred meters behind him.

"ah!!"

The short, stocky man was furious. He suddenly stopped chasing and instead slammed all four of his arms down, slamming them hard against the outer wall of the defensive line beneath his feet.

A dark red energy wave exploded from that point and spread in all directions along the outer wall of the defense line.

Song Chen felt the metal beneath his feet undulate violently as if it had come alive. His Silver Armor automatically deployed a defensive light membrane, but the shockwave still sent him flying.

"You're quite good at smashing things." Song Chen steadied himself and flew back.

The short, stocky man raised his head, revealing more than a dozen knife wounds on his body.

Although none of the injuries were fatal, the blood had already stained half of his body red.

Song Chen understood that the opponent's greatest strength was direct and overwhelming force.

If you keep moving around, you'll eventually wear down your opponent.

But that was too slow, and the short, stocky one clearly realized this as well, and began to launch a wide-range attack, not giving him a chance to get close.