109: Chapter 109 A Dimensional Reduction Attack from a Higher-Dimensional Lifeform! Inevitable Annihilation!

Under the dark red sky, three slender red-and-white figures floated quietly. Without any unnecessary movements or deafening roars, the absolute suppression originating from high-level lifeforms felt like an invisible giant hand tightly choking the throats of the 400,000 survivors present.

The entire Kunlun region fell into a dead silence, even the sound of the wind was sucked dry.

Jue Ying sat in the cockpit of the Iron Wing fighter, gripping the joystick tightly. Veins bulged on the back of his hand, and cold sweat dripped from his chin onto the console. He found that he didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger. This wasn't some high-level monster; this was a god looking down at ants.

Tianxia Alliance position.

The massive apocalypse fighter hovered in mid-air. Inside the command cabin, Vice Alliance Leader Zhang Wei's teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a clicking sound. The Magic Talent he took pride in had turned completely into a pool of stagnant water after those three figures appeared overhead; he couldn't even mobilize a sliver of energy.

"Alliance Leader..." Zhang Wei turned his head with difficulty, his voice trembling. "What on earth are these things? There isn't even an energy reaction on the radar."

He looked at Li Tianbao, who sat in the main seat, hoping this overlord in Control of the overall situation could provide a countermeasure.

Li Tianbao, who was usually arrogant and overbearing, was now shrinking back into his leather seat. His whole body trembled violently as if struck by an electric shock, and his high-end combat suit had long been soaked through with cold sweat.

Li Tianbao possessed the rare class "Future Seer." The moment those three figures descended, his class passive was forcibly triggered, and a massive amount of information beyond his cognitive level was crudely poured into his mind.

Those were terrifying existences that should have only appeared on the fourth map—Divine Servants, the Divine Eagle Xiao Hong Clan.

Li Tianbao's eyes widened, the red veins on his eyeballs nearly bursting. He recognized them. The handsome, eerie creature in the middle wearing high-level armor was an 8th-rank Xiao Hong Lord with royal blood! And floating on its left and right were two genuine 7th-rank Xiao Hong Warriors!

This was not a trial that should exist in a beginner map.

The system had directly skipped the power level progression of the previous few maps, deploying these destruction-level Divine Servants to Kunlun. This was a pure "certain death" obliteration mission, intended to crush these 400,000 people like bugs.

The prophecy watch in Li Tianbao's arms was as hot as a red-hot branding iron. The hands on the dial spun frantically before stopping dead on the black area representing "Absolute Death." No matter how he deduced, the calculated result was only one word: death.

Fear gnawed at his sanity like a venomous snake.

Escape! I must escape! To hell with the Tianxia Alliance's hegemony and the hidden rewards! Staying here, he wouldn't even last half a second.

Just as Li Tianbao's brain was working frantically to find a way out, a sudden change occurred.

To the right of the apocalypse fighter, a level 7 netherworld armed helicopter responsible for close protection was running at full power. Eight massive alloy rotors sliced through the air, emitting a deafening roar.

High in the sky, the 8th-rank Xiao Hong Lord tilted its head slightly. Its pupil-less, pure white eyes swept over the netherworld helicopter, and its brow furrowed imperceptibly.

It found it noisy.

Receiving a sign from its master, the 7th-rank Xiao Hong Warrior on the left moved.

The red-and-white wings on its back flapped suddenly. The distance of several thousand meters in the high altitude was closed in an instant. Before the Tianxia Alliance's anti-aircraft radar could even sound an alarm, a dazzling red line smashed directly into that level 7 netherworld armed helicopter.

Boom!

The level 7 netherworld armor, claimed to be able to withstand heavy artillery, was more fragile than paper in front of the Xiao Hong Warrior. The red-and-white figure crashed brutally through the bulletproof glass and alloy frame, physically splitting the dozens-of-tons armed helicopter in two.

Zhang Wei was in the helicopter's sub-Control room; the intense feeling of weightlessness made him let out a shrill scream. He frantically pushed the Magic Talent in his body, trying to use a magic illusion to escape.

The helicopter was crushed and exploded directly. The wreckage of the helicopter smashed into the Tianxia Alliance position below.

A fully equipped level 7 vehicle and a Vice Alliance Leader with a high-level talent hadn't even lasted a second in the hands of the Xiao Hong Warrior, casually disposed of like crushing a mosquito.

The 400,000 players on the field witnessed this extremely bloody scene and were completely shocked into silence.

Li Tianbao watched helplessly as his core trump card, the netherworld helicopter, was instantly torn to shreds. His heart bled with pain, and at the same time, boundless fear completely shattered his facade.

If the Xiao Hong Warrior were to slice the apocalypse fighter as well, not even his ashes would remain.

Li Tianbao suddenly grabbed the all-frequency communicator and roared with a distorted voice, "All members of the Tianxia Alliance, listen to my command! Disperse immediately! Free fire! Bring down those monsters in the sky for me!"

The command was issued with righteous indignation. The players below thought the Alliance Leader was going to lead them in a desperate struggle, and they pushed their fire Control locks with bloodshot eyes.

In reality, Li Tianbao had already gripped the joystick, pushing the apocalypse fighter's engine into an overloaded state, preparing to use the lives of the thousands of brothers below to create chaos so he could slip away.

Da da da da!

Boom boom boom!

The remaining thousands of fighters of the Tianxia Alliance fired simultaneously. Large-caliber cannons, armor-piercing shells, and tactical missiles formed an airtight metal storm, sweeping toward that 7th-rank Xiao Hong Warrior in mid-air.

This level of concentrated fire would have made even the 6th-rank Giant Eagle King from earlier retreat.

But a scene of despair appeared.

That 7th-rank Xiao Hong Warrior didn't even bother to dodge, casually folding its red-and-white wings in front of itself. A gale swept through, and those depleted uranium armor-piercing shells and high-explosive missiles that could easily tear through heavy armor were stopped dead by a layer of invisible energy field more than ten meters away from its body.

As the light from the explosions dissipated, the metal storm hitting the field only stirred up layers of faint ripples and a few insignificant sparks.

Forget about breaking its defense; not even a single feather of the Xiao Hong Warrior was moved.

"We can't damage it... we can't damage it at all!"

"This is a health-locked monster! Run!"

Desperate screams completely exploded in the Regional Channel. The players' psychological defenses collapsed entirely, and the originally orderly formation instantly turned into a chaotic mess as everyone frantically turned their planes, fleeing like headless flies.

On the other end of the Tianxia Alliance position.

Inside the only other remaining level 7 netherworld armed helicopter, another Vice Alliance Leader's eyes were bloodshot, his sanity completely eroded by extreme fear. Seeing Zhang Wei die miserably and seeing the firepower of thousands of planes not even counting as a scratch, he went completely insane.

"Everyone's going to die! Everyone's fucking going to die! I'll take you down with me!"

He roared hysterically, slamming his hands onto the console, directly disabling the firing safeties for all the Thermobaric Bombs and heavy missiles on the helicopter. He wanted to drag these monsters down to hell with him.

Just at the moment he was about to press the launch button.

From a thousand meters above, the 8th-rank Xiao Hong Lord, who hadn't moved at all, suddenly turned its head.

Its pure white eyes pierced through the thick clouds and the bulletproof armor of the netherworld helicopter, aiming precisely at this maddened Vice Alliance Leader.

It was just a plain, ordinary look.

No energy beams, no physical impact.

Inside the cabin of the netherworld helicopter, the Vice Alliance Leader suddenly stiffened, his raised hands frozen in mid-air.

Immediately following, a large amount of blood sprayed wildly from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth. His eyeballs were forced out of their sockets by the terrifying pressure inside his skull, and his entire head exploded on the spot like a watermelon struck by a heavy sledgehammer.

The headless corpse slumped onto the Control console, its heavy body pressing down directly on the joystick.

The out-of-Control level 7 netherworld armed helicopter, loaded with Thermobaric Bombs and missiles, spun in mid-air and dived headlong into the dense formation of Tianxia Alliance fighters below.

Rumble—!

A world-shaking series of explosions rose in a massive mushroom cloud on the glacier. Dozens of fighters that hadn't had time to evacuate were instantly swallowed by the sea of fire, turning into charcoal along with the players inside.

Screams, explosions, and piercing alarms intertwined, turning the entire Kunlun Mountains into a Shura hell. The panic of the 400,000 survivors reached its peak at this moment. This wasn't a struggle for survival; it was a pure, one-sided massacre.