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

Just as Song Chen was pondering a way to break the deadlock, there was movement in the distance.

Two figures were rushing in from inside the defensive line.

Song Chen recognized one of them at a glance: Zefar. This garrison officer was now fully in combat mode, with golden psionic energy burning all over his body like flames.

The runes on his metal right arm lit up, and he held a spear made of pure energy in his hand.

The other figure was even more imposing. It was a giant from the Rock Iron Civilization named Gu Tu, whose body was even thicker than the short and stocky one. His entire right arm had been modified into a cannon barrel, and psionic particles were frantically gathering at the muzzle.

"Song Chen, retreat!" Zefar's voice came through the communication channel.

Song Chen didn't try to be brave; he used a quick movement to create distance.

Zefar had already rushed in front of the short, stocky man, his energy spear glowing with a blinding golden light, and thrust it towards the man's chest.

The short, stocky man used both arms to block, and the spear tip struck the bone blade, creating a golden shockwave.

The short, stocky man took half a step back, and Zefar also took half a step back.

Gu Tu flanked from the side, and the right arm cannon fired a thick golden beam of light, hitting the short and stocky man squarely in the left rib.

The short, stocky man was blasted away, his left side charred black, revealing the pulsating tissue inside.

"What's going on?" Song Chen darted behind Zefar.

Zefar fixed his gaze on the short, stocky man and said, "The entire defensive line is now fully engaged with the enemy. The enemy's main force is not on our side; they are launching a strong attack on the command center. We can't spare any more men, so we must take him out here."

"I was just about to kill him."

"That's even better. Gu Tu and I will keep him occupied. Your blade is the sharpest; find an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow."

Song Chen nodded.

The short, stocky man had already stood up again. He looked at the wound on his left side, then at the three people in front of him, and suddenly laughed.

The laughter was like a stone rolling in a millstone, extremely unpleasant to hear.

"Three, good, saves me the trouble of looking for them one by one."

He made the first move.

This time, the short, stocky man's four arms stopped flailing wildly and instead displayed dark red markings.

The lines stretched from his shoulder to the tip of the bone blade, like four burning lines of fire.

He charged forward, using two arms to block Zefar's gun, one arm to block Gutu's cannon barrel, and the remaining arm to thrust straight at Song Chen.

Song Chen dodged, not rushing to draw his sword, but looking for an opportunity.

The opponent has four arms, all of which are capable of attacking, making it virtually impossible to defend against.

But every attack has a rhythm. The four arms swing in succession, seemingly impenetrable, but as long as there is a gap, it is enough.

Zefar and Gutu were already fighting the short, stocky ones.

Zefar's marksmanship was extremely fierce; each shot carried a golden light that pierced the air, colliding with the short, stocky man's bone blade and creating a shower of sparks.

Gu Tu, meanwhile, fought from the perimeter, constantly adjusting the angle of his cannons to target the joints and lower body of the short and stocky men.

Song Chen moved between the two, appearing and disappearing like a shadow.

Gradually, his sword aura had been building up, accumulating to an extremely terrifying level.

Song Chen didn't rush to make a move; he was waiting for his opponent to reveal a weakness.

And that opportunity came very soon.

Gu Tu's cannon shot hit the short, stocky man's right leg, causing him to pause for a second.

Zefar seized the opportunity and thrust his spear into his throat, but the short, stocky man used both arms to block it.

Including his left arm, which had been numbed by Gu Tu's attack, three of his four arms were now restrained at the same time.

Song Chen drew his sword, appearing behind the short, stocky man, and unleashed a full-force Star-Splitting Slash.

The force of this strike was like a raging river, sweeping across the void and striking the short, stocky man squarely between the back of his neck and his left shoulder.

The short, stocky man let out a deafening roar as his entire body was cleaved away by the blade. His left arm was severed in half at the shoulder, held together only by a thin membrane of flesh.

Dark red blood gushed out like a fountain.

"I'm going to tear you apart!" The short, stocky man went mad. He used his right hand to rip off the severed arm and threw it at Song Chen.

The severed arm, imbued with dark red psionic energy, expanded rapidly during flight.

"Get out of the way!" Zefar shouted.

Song Chen had already dodged, and the severed arm exploded on the spot. The shockwave sent Zefar and Gutu flying back hundreds of meters, and a crater tens of meters in diameter was blown into the outer wall of the defensive line.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the short, stocky man rushed forward, his remaining three arms simultaneously slashing towards Song Chen's location, the dark red patterns on the bone blades shining brightly.

Song Chen darted behind the opponent, and the blade flashed again.

But this time the short, stocky man was prepared and swung his knife at Song Chen's abdomen.

The Silver Armor took the hit head-on, sending Song Chen flying backward with a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, his Eternal Body activated, instantly healing his injuries.

The short, stocky man gritted his teeth and said, "Your shell is quite nice; I'll peel it off."

Song Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "You're far from being able to kill me."

The short, stocky man flew into a rage and pounced again.

Song Chen stopped directly confronting him and continued to use his ability to move through the void, accumulating more and more sword energy.

Zefar and Gutu also surrounded them again.

Zefar shouted, "Don't drag this out. He's badly injured and will fight desperately. We just need to hold on and wait for him to run out of strength."

Gu Tu suddenly spoke up: "He won't run out of energy. High-level warriors of the Blood Erosion Civilization can absorb the surrounding spiritual energy to replenish themselves. Trying to wear him down is unrealistic."

"Then let's kill him outright," Song Chen decided.

He stopped moving around and stood on a raised platform on the outer wall of the defense line, slowly gripping the meteorite blade.

"Help me restrain him, one stab will do."

Zefar glanced at him and said without hesitation, "Gutu."

Gu Tu nodded, then rushed forward and grabbed the short, stocky man with his massive body.

The short, stocky man exerted force with his remaining three arms at the same time, and the bone blade pierced through Gu Tu's back.

Gu Tu's body convulsed slightly, but he didn't loosen his grip. He opened his mouth and said, "Quickly..."

Zefar followed closely behind, his energy spear piercing the short, stocky man's left leg from below, then lifting him high to pin him to the outer wall of the defensive line.

The short, stocky man roared and struggled, wildly slashing with his three arms.

Gu Tu's armor was torn apart like paper, and the dark red blade light left countless wounds on his body.

But Gu Tu still hasn't let go.

The next second, Song Chen appeared directly in front of the short, stocky man.

He had lost count of how many strikes he had charged up with the Star-Splitting Slash.

He poured all his spiritual energy into the Meteor Blade, and the silvery-white blade membrane on the blade suddenly expanded, transforming into a black blade beam hundreds of meters long.

"cut!"

This is the ultimate level of the sixth level of the Star-Splitting Slash.

The eighteen strikes overlapped, and the swordplay reached a peak that Song Chen had never reached before.

The blade's edge sliced ​​through the vacuum, drawing in the surrounding starlight.

The short, stocky man's pupils contracted sharply, and he simultaneously swung all three arms toward the blade's edge.

The bone blade shattered the moment it came into contact with the blade's edge, breaking into several pieces like three withered branches. The blade's momentum did not diminish, cutting into the short, stocky man's forehead, through his skull, through his neck, through his chest, and out from his hip.

The short, stocky man's body was cleaved in two by this one cut.

The dark red blood mist exploded in the vacuum, like a giant blood-red firework.

The two halves of the body slowly fell to the sides, with internal organs and bone fragments floating around them, illuminated by the distant starlight.