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

Song Chen stepped out of the jump tunnel, and space stabilized again from its distortion.

The roar of the battlefield, the vibrations, and the surge of energy rushed towards us like a tsunami.

The first thing he saw was a sea of ​​burning stars.

This is a meat grinder. Song Chen is no stranger to large-scale battles. He has fought defensive battles on the node defense line and also intercepted and killed motherships with his team in the 68th War Zone.

But the situation before us is completely different. There are no fortresses, no fixed defenses, only a coalition fleet that has been caught in the crossfire by the enemy, and the overwhelming carnage of life all around.

The two sides were entangled in a chaotic battle across tens of thousands of kilometers of space, with shipwrecks, fragments of living beings, solidified blood ice, and charred armor...

Everything floats, collides, and shatters in the vacuum, weaving a fog of steel and flesh.

In the distance, a fleet of the Moonshadow Civilization was surrounded.

A dozen or so silver-white longships formed a tight spherical array, their hulls covered in scratches and burn marks, their shields turned orange-red, and tiny sparks constantly bursting from their surfaces.

There were too many enemies; hundreds and thousands of biological ships and ships from affiliated civilizations rushed in from all directions.

The outer warships of the Moonshadow Fleet fired and retracted simultaneously; with each flash of their cannons, several enemy ships were sliced ​​into pieces.

But the enemy surged forward like a tide, and as soon as one layer died, another layer immediately took its place.

Song Chen saw a Moonshadow frigate being simultaneously struck by three biological ships, its hull breaking in half. Just before the explosion, the Moonshadow warriors on board were still using their swords to cleave open the cabin and jump out to fight hand-to-hand with the enemies rushing onto the deck.

Further back, several massive transport ships had completely lost power and were drifting at an angle in the starry sky.

The ship was torn open with more than a dozen large holes, and the people and supplies inside were scattered in the vacuum like sand that had been poured out.

Someone was still moving. Several soldiers from the Radiant Sun Civilization hid behind a raised armor plate, firing beams of golden light from their psionic guns, blasting the low-level creatures that pounced on them one by one.

They were surrounded by corpses, some of their enemies and some of their own.

A soldier's left leg was gone below the knee, the stump charred by psionic energy. He was still gritting his teeth as he loaded energy blocks, his lips moving as if he were saying something.

The most tragic situation was in the center of the battlefield.

A "Great Wall" made up of dozens of warship wreckage stretches across the starry sky; it is a defensive line built by the defenders with their lives.

The wreckage was covered with people, some still alive, others already part of the bunker.

The living lay behind the dead, unleashing a barrage of fire.

Several mobile artillery turrets of the Rock Iron Civilization were pushed to the front, their barrels already burned dark red.

The burly soldier operating the gun emplacement ignored everything and just kept hurling shells at the densest part of the enemy.

"The defenders are about to collapse. Spread out, rescue people first, then counterattack. Don't let those beasts kill everyone on the transport ship," Turik's voice rang out in the communications channel.

"Know."

"I'm facing forward."

Song Chen didn't speak. He stared at the ruins of the Great Wall, and with a swift movement, he disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he had already landed on the most critical section of the ruined Great Wall.

There were five Tier 7 Heavy Armor Destroyers advancing side by side, forcing the defenders in front of them to retreat continuously. Several wounded soldiers who couldn't escape in time were trampled under their feet, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

Song Chen emerged from behind them, and without even looking, his blade flashed out horizontally.

The blade's edge, like a sudden tidal wave, slashed across the back of the five heavily armored destroyers.

Five heads flew up at the same time, and the huge body, still in a forward-rushing posture, took two more steps forward before crashing down.

"It's reinforcements!" a blood-covered garrison officer shouted hoarsely.

Song Chen didn't stop. He glanced around and dashed off to another section.

This section of the wreckage is almost lost. Hundreds of sixth-tier Blood Erosion Scouts are crawling out of the metal gaps like ants, pouncing on anyone they see.

Song Chen was in mid-air when the Star Core Thunder Prison was deployed.

Purple lightning erupted from his body, and thousands of lightning dragons roared and rushed in all directions.

Before the newly emerged scouts could even raise their heads, they were swallowed up by the thunder dragon.

The high temperature from plasma burning caused their shells to shatter instantly, their body fluids to evaporate, leaving them as charred, empty shells.

System notification sounds filled the air.

Song Chen was too lazy to care anymore; wherever he went, enemies would disappear in droves.

These low-level ones are really nothing to worry about. Back when he was at the seventh level, killing a sixth-level enemy was as easy as killing a chicken.

He is now at the eighth rank, and all his combat skills have reached the peak of the Star Crown level. These sixth and seventh rank cultivators are like paper in front of him.

"It's Song Chen, the lone wolf from the Cangxing Alliance." Someone on the battlefield recognized him.

"Damn, how come he kills people like it's a harvest?"

"Stop looking, follow along. He'll clear the area, we'll defend."

……

Song Chen ignored the voices in the channel; his playing style remained simple and effective.

When encountering densely packed enemy areas, rush in and activate Thunder Prison; Thunder Dragon clears the surrounding area for dozens of kilometers.

If you encounter a few Tier 8 enemies, kill them instantly if you can, otherwise keep them occupied and find an opportunity to break out and kill another wave of lower-tier enemies.

His blade was almost constantly striking sixth and seventh-tier enemies; there were so many that he didn't even need to aim.

Sometimes he doesn't even need a knife; just by charging forward, the resulting surge of spiritual energy can shatter the surrounding low-level beings.

At that moment, three level eight beings surrounded him almost simultaneously.

The first one was a snake-shaped eighth-order creature, covered in dark red bone armor, and its body was over a hundred meters long.

The second one was an extremely strong fat man, covered in bone spurs, like a walking cactus.

The third one looked like a woman, with a grayish-white humanoid upper body and a mass of wriggling tentacles lower body.

The three star source forces are between one thousand and three thousand.

"Kill this one first." The snake-like eighth-level creature let out a sharp cry, its tail whipping out like a bone whip towards Song Chen.

Without even looking, Song Chen teleported and was already behind the snake-shaped eighth step.

The meteorite blade swung upwards with a backhand motion, the blade slicing in from the back of the opponent's neck and exiting from the front of their chest.

Half of the snake-shaped eighth-order creature's head flew off, while the remaining half of its body twitched in place, its tail flapping wildly like a headless snake.

Song Chen kicked it into a group of low-level creatures below, killing another bunch of them.

"That's impossible." The fat man, who was at the eighth level, changed his expression drastically and turned to run away.

Song Chen chased after him, weaving through the air three times in succession, with blades falling simultaneously from two directions.

The fat man, at the eighth rank, swung his bone spikes to block, but those bone spikes were cut down like withered branches in front of the Meteor Blade.

The blade sliced ​​in from the left shoulder and out from the right waist, splitting the body in two. The spurting blood stained the surrounding area for thousands of meters red.

The tentacle woman screamed and was propelled backward, shooting dozens of kilometers away.

Song Chen didn't give chase; killing a terrified eighth-tier fighter wouldn't make much difference. He turned around and charged back into the lower-tier group, his blade flashing like a dragon as he continued to clear the area.

The surrounding Allied soldiers stared in disbelief.

Song Chen killed too quickly. When they rushed over, all that was left in front of them was a pile of corpses. In some places, there were no enemies left to kill.

Turik, panting heavily in the channel, said, "Has this kid gotten stronger again? He just killed three level eights, faster than we can kill level sevens."

"Don't use him as a reference; his faith is unstable."