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

Song Chen did not retreat an inch. His Silver Armor blocked all the light spots. The light spots hit the armor surface and made a dense clanging sound, but did not cause any damage.

"Is that all you've got?" Song Chen returned the other party's initial contempt.

"I'll tear you apart." The eighth-level Blood Erosion Clan member was completely enraged. His entire body swelled up as if he wanted to force something out of his body.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth and spat out a thick purple beam of light, which was over a hundred meters in diameter and shot straight toward Song Chen.

This attack was extremely fast. Song Chen used his Void Travel ability to dodge it, but the beam of light pierced through a large area of ​​starry sky behind him, instantly evaporating dozens of small biological ships.

When Song Chen reappeared, he had already reached the front of the eighth level.

He gripped the sword with both hands, and the Star-Splitting Slash had already been charged up to the twelfth strike.

The blade was enveloped in a layer of dark gold light, and the blade energy continuously emanated from both sides of the blade, like swimming black snakes.

The eighth-tier creature seemed to sense the danger, flapping its wings in an attempt to create distance.

But Song Chen wouldn't give him a chance. He dodged and blocked the opponent's retreat, then swung his blade upwards, severing one of the eighth-tier monster's hind legs at the root.

The eighth-ranked man finally panicked, lost his balance, and tilted to one side.

While frantically flapping his remaining two wings, he used psionic vibrations to make a sound: "Wait, you can't kill me. My father is a ninth-tier commander. He is the ninth-tier commander of the Blood Erosion in the 68th War Zone. If you kill me, you will definitely not be able to escape."

"If your father comes, I'll chop him down with him."

Song Chen delivered another blow.

He didn't use the eighteenth strike; there was no need to kill an already crippled eighth-tier opponent.

The thirteenth strike of the Star-Splitting Slash is executed from bottom to top, cutting into the opponent's abdomen and exiting from the top of their head.

Where the blade flashed, a very thin, transparent crack appeared in the space.

The eighth-tier creature's entire body was cleaved in two by this single strike, splitting cleanly in the middle.

The purple blood mist exploded, blowing away all low-level creatures within a kilometer radius.

[Slayed an eighth-tier Bloodthirsty Clan member, gaining +1851446650 Kill Points]

Song Chen didn't even glance at the corpse. He turned around and flew towards Karen and Turik.

Karen is now surrounded by a group of elite creatures, and her situation is much worse than before.

One of the two short knives in his hand was broken, leaving only one in his hand.

Of the seven teammates behind her, four were unable to stand, and the remaining three were covered in injuries.

One of the team members had his left arm torn off at the elbow and was biting the bandage with his teeth to stop the bleeding.

Another team member had a gash in his abdomen, which he managed to seal with psionic energy.

Karen herself had a deep wound on her back, the skin and flesh rolled back, revealing dark red blood.

Song Chen charged into the densest part of the enemy ranks, clearing a gap with a few slashes.

Karen looked at him without saying anything, only nodding heavily.

Song Chen understood the look in his eyes; it meant that she remembered this kindness.

"Take your men and leave this place to me."

Karen didn't try to be brave; she waved and led her team to retreat.

Turik's situation was equally dire. The enemy's auxiliary fleet was charging at him like madmen. Three of his ships were already heavily damaged, two had lost power, and only a few secondary guns were still firing sporadically.

Turik himself stood at the very front of the main ship, holding a huge warhammer in his hand, smashing the enemies who rushed onto the deck into mincemeat one by one.

After Song Chen arrived, he cleaved through several of the largest auxiliary warships with a few strikes, helping Turik stabilize the situation.

Turik slapped him, panting heavily, and said, "Damn it, what kind of monster are you? I've fought half my life and I've never seen such a fierce eighth-tier newbie."

Song Chen didn't answer. He turned around and continued to eliminate the remaining enemies.

The battle lasted a long time.

The mothership was eventually breached by concentrated fire from Turik's fleet and exploded into a large, dark red fireball.

The flames expanded silently in the vacuum, then slowly dimmed.

Song Chen stood amidst the wreckage and glanced down at the system panel.

Kill value: four trillion.

He let out a deep breath; the battlefield was the place to earn kill points.

However, four trillion kill points sounds like a lot, but the consumption is also huge.

He looked up into the distance, where the direction of the Bloodstained Mother Nest was still a deep red, where countless enemies still lingered.

Turik shouted in the channel, "Let's go back to the Fire Tower."

Song Chen sheathed his sword and returned with the team.

the other side.

Bloodstained Civilization 68th War Zone Headquarters.

Here drifts a medium-sized mother nest, roughly the size of the Blue Star.

Deep within the Blood-Eroded Mother Nest lies a passage rarely trodden by anyone.

The passageway was paved with dark red bone armor, and countless translucent culture chambers were suspended on both sides.

The cavity was filled with combat bodies that had not yet awakened. They were curled up like embryos, their bodies covered with a fine network of blood.

Those blood networks are connected to the inner walls of the passage, rising and falling gently with the pulsation of the maternal nest, like thousands of umbilical cords, continuously pouring the energy of the maternal nest into the bodies of these newborn organisms.

The space at the end of the passage was very dark.

There are no culture chambers here, nor are there any lower-level organisms.

The surrounding walls were made of stacked, dark black bones, and a fine mist of blood floated in the air. Every breath felt like inhaling shards of glass into your lungs.

That's the blood demon produced by the compression of high-concentration spiritual energy. Ordinary seventh-order life forms can't stand here for even a minute before their bones are eroded and softened.

A huge figure sat on the bone seat in the very center.

It is over 100 meters tall, but this size is not uncommon among high-level Blood Erosion life forms.

What is truly terrifying is the almost tangible pressure emanating from it, a pressure as vast as the sea, as powerful as the stars, as overwhelming as an inverted mountain range, pressing down heavily on the entire space.

It didn't move; it just sat there, and the entire hall rose and fell with its breath.

Its name is Clavisu, the ninth commander of the Blood Erosion Civilization's Western Expeditionary Legion, a ninth-tier True Star Realm cultivator.

It has been condensed into the core of a true star for over 100,000 years, making it a veteran powerhouse even among ninth-tier beings.

This time, in the attack on Tian Shu, it was assigned to oversee the entire 68th War Zone's attack.

Today, Kravisu sat on the bone seat, emitting one deep, crisp sound after another.

A dark red psionic screen floated in front of it, displaying a young human male.

It was Song Chen.

"He killed my son?" Clavisu asked, his voice hoarse and low, as if squeezed from the deepest rock, carrying a fury that seemed ready to explode at any moment.

"Yes," a hunched old man next to him said in a low voice.

The old man was only three meters tall and was wrapped in a gray-red robe. He was one of Clavisu's close followers.

"We just received the latest battle report from inside the enemy ranks. Prince Kogula did indeed die at his hands. The man's name is Song Chen, from the Cangxing Alliance's Disciplinary Department."

"Based on preliminary assessment, he has only recently broken through to the eighth rank, but his combat strength far surpasses that of his peers. He has a record of killing an eighth-rank opponent when he was at the seventh rank, and this time he killed Prince Kogula in a head-on duel."

"Front-side?" Clavisu repeated the two words.

He laughed, and the sound made the whole hall shake.

The attendants bent their backs even lower, not daring to raise their heads.

Clavisu laughed as he said, "My good-for-nothing son of mine, he lived for thousands of years and received countless spiritual energy infusions, but he couldn't even beat a newly broken-through eighth-tier cultivator. Now he's been killed head-on."

"Hahaha! Good, well done! This kind of trash deserves to die."

Its laughter grew louder and louder, shaking the surrounding blood mist into a chaotic upheaval.