With the revival of spiritual energy, I cultivated the Great Emperor's Technique on Blue Star.

Lin Yan focused his mind and looked inward. In his sea of ​​consciousness, the golden primordial rune floated quietly, its aura of the Great Dao flowing endlessly, echoing the Dao Scripture in the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

The origin of creation allows all laws to be transformed into secret techniques that can cover the sky, and all things can be transformed into rare and precious materials in the universe of the cover of sky. This sudden golden finger ability is like a timely help for him.

Lin Yan was extremely lacking in killing skills at this moment. Facing the extraordinary beings who would only become stronger after the spiritual energy was restored, relying solely on physical strength to fight the enemy was ultimately a disadvantage.

"First, slay the enemy, accumulate life essence, condense more primordial runes, build a deeper foundation, and adapt to this bizarre and wondrous era!"

Thinking of this, Lin Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold. The moment he stepped into the realm of cultivation, he had already made up his mind that the path to immortality was fraught with corpses, and that was never just a simple matter.

He strode quickly toward the blood puppet he had already crippled, and with a cold and fierce punch, he instantly blasted it into a bloody mist. His life essence swept over it, eradicating all the strange blood poison to prevent it from spreading and infecting others.

Then, a slightly weaker light flashed by and entered Lin Yan's brow, gradually condensing into his second primordial rune.

"Would it take about three runes of this caliber to compare to the first one?"

Lin Yan carefully sensed the difference between the two runes. This was mostly related to the realms of the Blood Puppet and A Qing. The more powerful the being, the more brilliant and higher the grade of the primordial runes that would be formed after its fall.

After killing Ah Qing and the Blood Puppet in succession, his gaze began to sweep around, searching for other hidden enemies.

Since these people dared to attack the entire East District, they definitely wouldn't have only sent out these two small fry. Besides, the real experts haven't shown themselves yet, and Lin Yan also wants to test his own maximum combat strength and where he stands on Earth today.

Rumble!

The earth trembled violently once more, and jagged cracks spread in all directions. Deep, muffled roars echoed from the depths of the earth, like ferocious beasts about to unleash their full force.

The next second, a large number of dried, crimson blood puppets crawled out one after another from the sewers on both sides of the street, from the parts of the buildings that collapsed due to the earthquake, and from the underground parking garage.

There are as few as two or three heads, and as many as a dozen or more.

These blood puppets were covered in an incredibly piercing aura of blood, with scarlet, ferocious light flickering in their eye sockets. Their seemingly frail bodies had long been tempered by evil magic to be as hard as refined iron, and three-inch-long, sharp blood claws grew from their fingertips. With each roar, it seemed as if the mottled spiritual energy in the air would become a little more turbid.

Following closely behind the Blood Puppet, a large number of Blood Cult members, clad in black robes and wearing blood-red ghost-patterned masks, appeared one after another.

Some wielded bone staffs, chanting obscure incantations, constantly drawing down wisps of crimson light from the Blood Lotus Mark in the sky, blessing the blood puppets. Others possessed robust physiques, greedily devouring blood energy; each exuded a powerful aura no weaker than A Qing's, swiftly charging towards the Great Xia warriors and Lin Yan in the crowd.

"The Blood Sacrifice Formation is complete, sealing off the entire city. No one can escape!"

"First, harvest the blood and energy of mortals, then break open the underground ruins and retrieve that supreme treasure!"

In an instant, the entire street was filled with a chilling and malevolent atmosphere. Even with the protection of martial artists, many ordinary people were still intimidated by the terrifying scene. Cries and screams rose and fell, and the situation was on the verge of getting out of control in an instant.

However, at that very moment, a series of sharp whistling sounds rang out from between the buildings.

The warriors of Great Xia, who had long laid a trap and were waiting for the Blood Sacrifice Cult members to fall into it, could no longer hold back and leaped out from the rooftops and alleyways.

They were all dressed in uniform black outfits, with a sword at one side of their waist and a cinnabar talisman on the other to suppress the strange blood poison. Nearly a third of them also carried a shield. They were well-trained and orderly, forming teams of three, watching out for and helping each other, instantly creating dozens of defensive lines that firmly protected all the mortals behind them.

They are not only martial artists, but also soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty, daring to fight against heaven and earth and to fight any invading enemy!

"All personnel in position, execute the encirclement and annihilation plan! Those who offend our Great Xia will be punished!" the instructor in charge shouted the order.

"War! War! War!"

Some drew their swords and charged forward, some held shields to protect their teammates, and some activated talismans. These warriors, like a Great Wall of flesh and blood, fiercely met the Blood Puppet and the Blood Sacrifice Cult. The two sides paused for a moment when they collided, and then burst into deafening battle shouts, with swords flashing and metal clashing.

Despite the advantage of their weapons, the warriors of the Great Xia Dynasty could only leave shallow marks on the blood puppet's body when they slashed at it. They were far from being able to inflict serious damage with a single blow, let alone, like Lin Yan, who was crippled by one punch and sent to the heavens by two.

However, that's not their main task. Killing the enemy would be best, but if they can't, others will take care of it.

Clang!

Suddenly, a clear sword cry rang out across the battlefield. Behind these warriors, a young man in white robes charged out with a sword. His spiritual energy emanated outwards, transforming into countless sharp and unparalleled sword energies. Powerful and domineering, these energies slashed fiercely at the blood puppet's neck, beheading it in one strike.

This is Bai Chen, the martial arts prodigy of Jiangcheng whom Ah Qing longed for before her death. At only nineteen years old, he has already entered the second tier, which is higher than some of the older generation of martial artists. There are eight or nine other people in Jiangcheng who are comparable to Bai Chen. At this moment, they are all fighting enemies in different areas and honing their skills.

It is easy to imagine just how terrifying the number of outstanding young people must be in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

Moreover, as spiritual energy continues to recover, they will only become stronger and stronger. When the youth are strong, the nation is strong; when the youth are mighty on Earth, the nation is mighty on Earth!

"That's not enough! I need to be faster and stronger!"

The white-clad youth, Bai Chen, swung his sword faster and faster, his swordplay becoming increasingly fierce.

He had just witnessed Lin Yan's overwhelming victory over A Qing and the Blood Puppet. Although he was confident that he was no weaker than this suddenly emerging genius, he could not do it with such ease.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Feng, another young prodigy who was assigned to this battlefield along with Bai Chen, also made his move. His muscles were frighteningly thick, and his bulging veins resembled coiled dragons. His fists generated a gust of wind, with a faint sound of tiger's roar flowing through them. With one punch, he shattered the body of a blood puppet into pieces.

"Didn't it explode?"

Zhao Feng fell silent, throwing punch after punch, the tiger head phantom forming on his fist becoming increasingly solid.

Clearly, Lin Yan's appearance put considerable pressure on these young prodigies, but there was no malicious jealousy; instead, it ignited an even stronger fighting spirit.

"These kids are all pretty good-natured, and that one, he looks like a high school student. If I remember correctly, Old Lin, that's your son, right? Well, you're pretty tight-lipped!"

In a secluded area, Wang Jianjun, the head of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Department, watched Bai Chen and Zhao Feng on the battlefield with great satisfaction. Then, he turned his gaze to Lin Qingshan beside him and patted him on the shoulder kindly.