120: Chapter 120 The Insurmountable Barrier Between Divinity and Mortality! Can This Even Be Tutored?

Yu Feng's mocking voice echoed back and forth through the fighter's external speakers within the glacial rift.

Before the last notes of his voice could fade...

High above the clouds at ten thousand meters, that handsome and eerie figure vanished without a trace.

There was no sonic boom from tearing through the air.

There were no afterimages left by high-speed movement.

He appeared out of thin air at the edge of the deep pit below.

The moment he stepped onto the scorched earth, a violent pressure erupted from him, sweeping out in all directions.

Gravity completely lost its balance at this moment.

The hard ice crystals and rock fragments on the ground, shattered by the fireballs, vibrated violently, producing a dense sound of metallic friction.

Dust, ice shards, and even broken fighter parts within a radius of several kilometers completely broke free from gravity's pull and slowly floated upward.

Countless pieces of wreckage and fragments hung suspended in mid-air, completely stationary.

The sense of oppression skyrocketed, tightening like a vice around the throats of all survivors.

At the bottom of the pit.

The Rank 7 Xiao Hong Warrior, whose spine had been snapped by Su Nian and whose regenerating flesh had been incinerated by fireballs, lay prone in a muddy pool of blood.

He struggled to lift his head, meeting the gaze of the familiar figure at the edge of the pit.

A powerful will to live instantly erupted in his clouded eyes.

Ignoring the dignity of a higher-dimensional being, he dragged his mangled body forward, his hands clawing desperately into the sharp ice.

He left a shocking trail of dark red blood behind him on the ground.

He crawled frantically toward the Lord's feet, a raspy, wheezing wail escaping his throat.

It was the lowliest plea of the Divine Eagle race.

The Rank 8 Xiao Hong Lord lowered his eyes, quietly watching the pile of mangled flesh beneath him.

His gaze was indifferent to the extreme.

He slowly raised his pale, slender right hand, aiming his fingers at the Rank 7 warrior from a distance, and casually clenched them into a fist.

Crack!

The cringing sound of crushing bone and flesh erupted.

That Rank 7 being, despite his high-speed regeneration, didn't even let out a scream before his massive body folded and collapsed inward under the immense force.

Blood, organs, and hard bones were forcibly compressed into a dense, dark red ball of flesh.

The Lord flicked his wrist slightly.

The ball of flesh instantly annihilated in mid-air, turning into a cloud of fine ash.

Not even a speck of residue remained.

The entire Kunlun East District fell into a dead silence.

In the ruins, the independent players who had just been cheering because the fighter's cannons had insta-killed the Divine Servants now had frozen smiles.

Jue Ying slumped beside the wreckage of the iron-wing transport plane, the cold wind rushing down his throat and stinging his lungs.

He stared intently at the drifting ash, his limbs going weak.

His newly ignited fighting spirit was instantly extinguished.

A Rank 7 monster, simply because it was heavily injured and lost its combat value, was directly erased.

Fu Su and Li Jili huddled behind cover, trembling uncontrollably.

The War God Alliance pilots let go of their Control sticks, allowing the fighters to sound their low-altitude alarms.

No one dared to move.

Deep within a distant ice crevice.

Li Tianbao cut his parachute cords and wedged himself tightly into a narrow ice fissure.

He didn't dare show his face, only glancing at the prophecy watch on his wrist out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, the surface cracks on this extraordinary item, which had helped him escape death countless times, were rapidly expanding.

What flashed frantically inside the dial was no longer a red light, but a black glow symbolizing absolute death.

The hands were spinning so fast they let out a strained metallic wail.

“Crack!”

The watch's glass shattered completely.

Li Tianbao's head buzzed.

He recognized it; that wasn't just a normal Divine Eagle royalty.

That was Rank 8! A top-tier Lord that surpassed the current stage by three whole major realms and was only supposed to appear in the late game!

He pressed his face hard against the cold rock wall, clasping his hands in prayer.

His only hope for survival now was staked entirely on that red fighter.

If Yu Feng couldn't hold out, all hundreds of thousands of people here today would die.

Inside the crimson hunter fighter jet.

The ultra-red nano-crystal steel blocked out the external pressure.

The atmosphere inside the cabin, however, had sunk to rock bottom.

Su Nian stood before the fire Control console, her proud curves tense, her breathing stalled.

Shen Tiantian gripped the holographic keyboard with both hands, her palms drenched in cold sweat.

“Captain... the radar has lost its signal.”

In the airspace representing the Rank 8 Xiao Hong Lord, the radar signal had turned into a chaotic mess of static.

The AI main Control could not determine the opponent's energy level.

Chu Yu pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose and quickly checked the feedback data on the main Control panel.

“It's absolute suppression of energy levels.”

“The magnetic field around him has distorted conventional detection frequencies; our radar is blind.”

In this oppressive atmosphere, Ling Yanxue was leaning against the bulletproof glass.

She blinked her large eyes, watching the Rank 7 monster below being crushed into ash, her face full of regret.

“This is such a waste!”

She puffed out her cheeks and pointed below, muttering softly.

“It was at least a Rank 7 Mutant. Even with a broken spine, if we nursed it back to health, it might have served as a thug.”

“To just rub it into ash like that... if I'd known, I would've tried throwing a Control ability earlier to see if I could tame it.”

Yu Feng was chugging a can of mixue ice orange.

Hearing this ridiculous, common-sense-defying remark, he choked immediately.

“Cough!”

Yu Feng put down the can and grabbed a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head to look at his big-breasted, brainless twin sister.

“Besides idol dramas, can you fit any common sense into that head of yours?”

Yu Feng tapped the main Control console, producing a crisp metallic sound.

“That's Rank 7. Once they cross the Rank 6 threshold, these things already possess a rudimentary level of divinity.”

Yu Feng stood up, walked behind Ling Yanxue, and gave her perky peach-like butt a slap.

“Ah!”

Ling Yanxue let out a cry of surprise and turned around, clutching her bottom with a look of grievance.

“Your D+ rank Control ability requires the target to be heavily injured and weakened even for a Rank 6 Xenogeneic,” Yu Feng said irritably. “If you really threw a psychic net onto a being with divinity, the backlash of mental energy would fry your brain and turn you into an idiot instantly.”

Ling Yanxue shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue. “I just thought it was a pity. So, how do you tame something of this level?”

Yu Feng leaned back in his leather chair, his gaze sweeping over the Rank 8 Lord below radiating malice.

A reckless curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You want to tame something like that?”

Yu Feng leaned back against the chair, his eyes scanning Ling Yanxue and Su Nian.

“Unless your ability rank can go up another two major levels.”

“After this battle is over, I'll give you some private tutoring. We'll do a few deep 'lessons' to push your energy fluctuations all the way up.”