117: Chapter 117 Physical Salvation! Dragging the Gods Down from Their Altar

The spear shattered inch by inch, and dark red energy light spots scattered before the massive bulletproof glass of the crimson hunter fighter jet.

Inside the Captain's cabin, Yu Feng leaned back in his leather chair, his posture as relaxed as if he were watching a B-grade romance movie in a private theater.

He glanced at the hit feedback data on the main control screen. With an absolute physical defense of 5,000 points, combined with the extraordinary properties of the god-tier material, the massive fuselage didn't even have a single extra tremor after tanking a full-force blow from a higher-dimensional being.

This is what you call dimensional reduction strike. You think you are a high and mighty god, but in front of the ultra-red nano-crystal steel, you don't even count as a can opener.

Yu Feng was in no hurry to press the firing button for the Magic Energy Vulcan Cannon.

Deep within the main control radar, a weak yet lethal heat source above the clouds at an altitude of ten thousand meters had been locked on tightly. That 8th-tier Xiao Hong Lord, with giant wings and wearing high-level armor, was the true mastermind of this life-or-death game.

The 7th-tier bird-man currently dazed in front of the glass was merely a moving target he used to test the fighter's armor hardness and the opponent's attack threshold.

"Captain brother, the armor durability dropped by 0.5%," Shen Tiantian whispered while staring at the sub-screen.

Yu Feng looked up; on the starry-textured shell directly in front of the nose, a shallow white mark had indeed been left behind.

Although it didn't break the defense, this white mark looked exceptionally glaring on the flawless piece of eerie red armor.

A perfectionist couldn't endure it.

"Ugly." Yu Feng frowned, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing bird droppings on a car. "Tiantian, touch up the paint."

"Received!" Shen Tiantian immediately pressed both hands onto the metal connection port of the main console.

The C-tier Repair ability was activated instantly. A layer of faint green light spread along the fighter's internal circuits to the nose.

In less than a second, the shallow white mark vanished without a trace, and the 0.5% durability was instantly restored to full. The fighter's outer shell regained that deep, smooth, eerie red luster.

The 7th-tier Xiao Hong Warrior hovering outside the nose, those pure white eyes that never held any emotion, finally couldn't keep it together at this moment.

He subconsciously retreated more than ten meters.

The cognitive system of the higher-dimensional being experienced a brief moment of chaos. His spear could slice through the hardest alloys like butter, so why did it not only break his weapon when striking this piece of red sheet metal, but the opponent was even able to recover as if nothing happened in the blink of an eye?

He stared fixedly at Yu Feng behind the cockpit glass, attempting to unleash that mental pressure which could drive carbon-based lifeforms insane just by making eye contact.

However, the eerie red fighter's magic resistance attribute, reaching 1000 points, blocked this mental pollution completely.

Inside the cabin, not a single person went insane.

Su Nian was chewing on potato chips, Ling Yanxue was hugging a pillow, and Chu Yu was pushing up her gold-rimmed glasses; all of them were looking at him with the same expression one would use to look at a monkey.

The identities of prey and hunter were completely reversed at this moment.

"Finished testing. This thing's basic attack can't break our defense." Yu Feng sat up straight, tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes turning cold. "It's our turn to fight back."

He looked at Ling Yanshuang, who was sitting to the side.

"Yanshuang, apply some aromatherapy to this bird-man; let him sober up."

A cold and beautiful arc curled at the corners of Ling Yanshuang's mouth as her slender fingers pulled down a row of red levers on the auxiliary panel of the console.

The hidden exhaust valves on both sides of the fuselage opened instantly.

A large amount of high-concentration hallucinogenic poison gas was ejected directly by the high-pressure pump, turning into a cluster of light purple mist that enveloped the Xiao Hong Warrior, who was currently doubting his existence.

This was a specially made potent drug that would make even a 6th-tier Xenogeneic go mad and bite indiscriminately if they took a single breath of it.

The Xiao Hong Warrior got a face full of poison gas. The resistance of higher-dimensional beings was indeed abnormal; he didn't suffer an immediate mental breakdown like ordinary monsters, nor did he go mad and tear at his own wings.

But the neuroparalytic components contained in the poison gas still caused an irreversible stagnation in his movements.

His original movement to flap his wings and retreat was forcibly stuttered for half a second.

When experts clash, half a second is a death sentence.

Outside the eerie red fighter, accompanied by a violent eagle screech that pierced the clouds, a purple-black behemoth over sixty meters in size soared into the sky.

The 6th-tier Thunderstorm Giant Eagle King, having just completed its advancement, was wreathed in violent lightning as thick as a bucket. Like a ball of lightning smashed out from the abyss, it slammed directly into the stiff Xiao Hong Warrior.

The Giant Eagle King gave the opponent no chance to catch their breath and slammed its wings shut.

Its ultimate move, Thunderstorm, was launched with a roar.

Thousands of purple-black lightning bolts turned into a dense cage of thunderstorms, striking down on the Xiao Hong Warrior's head and face.

Under the dual attack of poison gas and thunderstorms, the Xiao Hong Warrior completely lost the dignity of a higher-dimensional being. He was forced to fold the pair of huge red and white wings behind his back to his front, shielding his torso and head tightly.

The violent lightning strikes hit the wings, blasting away large patches of charred flesh.

He successfully blocked the frontal baptism of thunder, but his figure completely lost balance in mid-air, uncontrollably tilting forward.

And this movement exposed his spine, which he had been protecting tightly with his wings, completely to the front of the eerie red fighter.

"Now!" Yu Feng's eyes revealed a murderous intent.

Su Nian had long been unable to wait. Having entered a state of absolute focus, she displayed a violent aesthetic completely different from her usual love-struck brain.

She stood up abruptly from the fire control console, her chest shaking violently as she pushed hard with both hands in front of her.

"Die for this lady!"

Three dark golden Fireball Burst Bombs, compressed to only the size of a fist, shot out from the cabin's firing ports.

This wasn't a wide-range blind bombing; this was millimeter-precise surgical spot demolition.

The fireballs drew three lines of distorted air in the sky, accurately and flawlessly avoiding the edges of the Xiao Hong Warrior's flailing wings, and smashed fiercely into the center of his defenseless spine.

That was the absolute core of the higher-dimensional being's energy circulation.

"Explode!" Su Nian clenched her five fingers abruptly.

The dark golden fireballs detonated with a roar inside the Xiao Hong Warrior's spine.

Boom—!

There was no sky-filling fire, only the extremely compressed explosive energy forcibly expanding within the sealed flesh.

The ear-piercing sound of bone cracking resounded through the sky.

The Xiao Hong Warrior's indestructible flesh completely collapsed in the face of the Fire Magic detonating internally. His entire spine was blown into a pulp like mud, and large sections of shattered bone stained with dark red blood gushed out from his back, scattering onto the cold wasteland.

A shrill, desperate, and cracking shriek directly tore through the clouds of Kunlun.

This was the first cry of pain emitted by a higher-dimensional being since they descended upon this wasteland.

There was no high and mighty dignity, only the most primitive fear and pain when facing death.

The Xiao Hong Warrior, like a broken sack with its bones removed, twitched all over, his wings hanging down powerlessly as he fell straight toward the glacier below.

Inside the cabin, the women cheered and jumped for joy, while Yu Feng just leaned back in his chair, leisurely unscrewing a new can of mixue ice orange.

Outside, there was dead silence.

All the casual players desperately fleeing toward the East District, preparing to meet their deaths here, stared blankly at the scene in the sky.

Tens of thousands of broken fighters hovered in mid-air, tens of thousands of eyes staring fixedly at the falling blood-colored figure.

A second ago, this monster had crushed the Tianxia Alliance's Nether Helicopter with its bare hands, tanked the self-destruction of a Fuyao Alliance passenger plane, and slaughtered three hundred thousand players until they were crawling around like dogs.

The next second, in front of that red fighter, he had his weapon broken, his spine shattered, and fell while howling like a dead dog.

Jue Ying sat slumped in a pool of blood inside the iron-wing transport plane, his hands clutching his hair tightly.

Listening to that shrill cry of pain, he felt it was the most fucking beautiful symphony he had ever heard in his life. Even listening to the top courtesan sing at a nightclub in the past didn't compare to one ten-thousandth of how pleasing this sound was.

"Hahahaha..."

A leaking, wind-like laughter came from Jue Ying's throat; as he laughed, tears mixed with the blood on his face poured out frantically.

He pounded the console with his fists like a madman, yelling hysterically:

"He screamed! That hacker screamed! He can feel pain too! He can die too!"

"Hahahaha! Boss Yu is awesome!"

Li Tianbao, who had just ejected to escape, was hanging on his parachute, having already closed his eyes to wait for death.

Hearing this scream, he opened his eyes abruptly, watching the monster with the shattered spine fall, and he began to laugh wildly, twitching crazily in mid-air.

"I survived! I lived! Running to the east was the right choice! Yu Feng is the only god of this wasteland!"

At the edge of the War God Alliance's position, Xiao Zhantian watched the footage sent back by the drone, his premium cigar dropping directly onto his crotch, burning a hole without him even noticing.

The opening he had created by piling up human lives was exploited for a finishing blow by Yu Feng with just one move. This was the confidence brought by absolute force.

In the regional public channel, the dead silence was completely broken.

The fear, resentment, and humiliation suppressed deep in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of survivors turned into a violent wave of sound that swept across the entire server at this moment.

"He's dead! That monster was knocked down!"

"God Yu is invincible! This is the true god of the wasteland!"

"Old Deng! Did you see that! These bird-men aren't invincible! They can be beaten to death like dogs too!" Qian Rong wailed, leaning on the window.

"Screw those higher-dimensional beings! They are all trash in front of God Yu!"

The emotions of the players across the server reached their ultimate release at this moment. The despair of being slaughtered was swept away, replaced by an excitement and fanaticism that had boiled to the extreme.

As long as that red aerial fortress in the sky did not fall, they had the confidence to survive.