363: Both sides suffered heavy losses, and the rescue team arrived.

"Swoosh!"

The xueming sword pierced through the barrier of demonic energy with irresistible force.

Baphomet's pupils constricted violently; at the critical moment of life and death, he jerked his head to the side.

The tip of the sword grazed his brow bone, drawing a string of blood, before finally stabbing fiercely into his left shoulder!

"Ah!"

Baphomet let out a shrill scream of agony. Intense pain radiated from his shoulder blade as the peerlessly sharp Sword Qi rampaged wildly inside him, destroying his Meridians and demonic core!

However, he was, after all, a Nascent Soul Great Demon, and his combat experience was incredibly rich.

Despite the excruciating pain, he did not retreat. Instead, a fierce light flared in his eyes, and his remaining right claw transformed into a black afterimage, slamming viciously toward Lin Xiao's chest!

This claw strike condensed all of his demonic energy; it was heavy and powerful, causing the air to emit a series of explosive sonic booms!

Lin Xiao had just completed his sword strike; his old strength was spent, and new strength had not yet arisen. Facing this violent counterattack, he had no time to dodge.

He could only hold the xueming sword horizontally in front of his chest, taking the blow head-on!

"Bang!"

A dull, thunderous sound rang out.

Lin Xiao felt an irresistible force hit him, as if he had been struck by a high-speed train. His chest felt stuffy, and he tasted sweetness in his throat.

He was sent flying backward, turning into a black dot, and slammed heavily into the ruins of a collapsed building hundreds of meters below, kicking up a massive cloud of dust. Whether he was alive or dead was unknown.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

Baphomet clutched his blood-drenched left shoulder, gasping violently, his scarlet eyes filled with malice.

He had underestimated the strength of this black-clad Sword Cultivator.

A Late Golden Core Stage cultivator had actually managed to injure him, an Ancient Great Demon at the Middle Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage—it was simply a fantasy!

"Scum... I will tear you to pieces!"

Baphomet roared, and just as he was about to pursue, he sensed another Killing Intent attacking from his side and rear.

It was Liu Lian!

Taking advantage of the moment Lin Xiao clashed with Baphomet, he once again activated the cracked Mother-Son Seven Stars Sword array, turning into a streak of light that struck directly at Baphomet's vital heart area!

"You death-seeking ant!"

Baphomet did not even turn his head, only letting out a heaven-shaking roar.

"Roar—!"

A visible black sound wave, centered on him, spread wildly in a ring toward the surroundings!

This was an indiscriminate attack on the Divine Soul!

"Pfft!"

Liu Lian felt as if he had been struck hard; blood seeped from his seven orifices simultaneously, and his mind felt as if it were being pierced by countless steel needles—the pain was unbearable.

The menacing sword array paused violently in the air, and then its brilliance dissipated.

"Crack! Crack!"

The cracks on the seven sub-swords expanded instantly, and finally, they shattered into pieces in the air, turning into a pile of scrap metal that fell from the sky.

The mother sword also let out a mournful cry, flying back into Liu Lian's hand with a dim luster.

His Lifebound Treasure was destroyed, and Liu Lian's spirit suffered a heavy blow. He could no longer hold on, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell backward, his consciousness sinking into boundless darkness.

After dealing with Liu Lian, Baphomet finally turned his gaze back to the ruins where Lin Xiao had fallen, his eyes baring Killing Intent.

Today, these two Geniuses from Kunlun Academy must die!

...

Meanwhile, inside the temporary command post outside Los Angeles.

The gray-haired Four-Star General was watching all of this in stunned silence through the footage transmitted back by the drones.

Two students from Kunlun Academy had actually beaten a Nascent Soul Stage Great Demon to such a pathetic state, and had even injured him!

This completely subverted his understanding!

"General... we..."

An adjutant spoke with a trembling voice.

The General suddenly snapped back to reality, a flicker of greed and madness flashing in his eyes.

"An opportunity!"

He slammed his fist on the table and roared.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Those two people from the Dragon Kingdom and that monster are now both heavily injured!"

"Pass on my order! All missile units! Target the center of the battlefield! Give me an indiscriminate carpet bombing!"

"Let them all perish together!"

He wanted to reap the benefits of the fisherman!

"But General, the 'god-slaying spear'..."

"We can't wait!"

The General bellowed, "Execute the order immediately! Launch!"

Following his order, dozens of missile silos deployed around Los Angeles opened simultaneously.

The next second, hundreds of cruise missiles, trailing long tails of fire, roared into the sky from all directions, tracing arcs of death in the air as they rained down overwhelmingly toward the area where Baphomet, Liu Lian, and Lin Xiao were located!

The scene was like the arrival of the apocalypse!

Looking at the dense dots on the screen, a grim smile appeared on the General's face.

In his view, everything was already a foregone conclusion.

However, just as the missiles were about to enter the target area, a sudden change occurred!

On the skyline to the east of Los Angeles, a thick purple thunderbolt tore through the clouds without warning!

A purple Dragon composed entirely of lightning poked out its ferocious head and let out a Dragon roar that shook heaven and earth!

"What... what is that?!"

Inside the command post, everyone rose in shock, staring fixedly at the screen.

They saw the lightning Dragon swinging its massive body, crashing arrogantly into the swarm of missiles at an unimaginable speed!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Every time the lightning Dragon whipped its tail or swiped its claws, it accurately struck a missile, detonating it directly in mid-air!

Dozens of missiles turned into brilliant fireworks within just a few breaths!

And this was just the beginning!

In another airspace over Los Angeles, a monstrous wave suddenly surged up from the sea level!

Another water Dragon, equally massive in size, roared and soared into the sky, opening its bloodthirsty maw and swallowing dozens of missiles in another airspace into its belly in one gulp!

The next second, the water Dragon's body expanded violently and then exploded in the high sky!

The intense explosion was completely contained within the water; apart from a dull, thunderous sound, it did not stir up the slightest unnecessary ripple.

In the final airspace, dozens of yellow talisman paper strips, flickering with mysterious runes, appeared out of thin air, forming a huge Talisman array.

All the missiles that rushed into the array seemed to have been pressed with a pause button, suspended eerily in mid-air, unable to move!

This incredible scene left everyone in the temporary command post petrified.

The next moment, dozens of figures, like Heavenly Gods descending to earth, dropped from the sky and appeared on the battlefield of Los Angeles!

The three leading them: one with lightning flashing around his body, one stepping on water waves, and one holding a Talisman.

It was none other than the head of the Magic Cultivation Department of Kunlun Academy, Fang Yuan!

Golden Core of the Magic Cultivation Department, Zhang Qiqi!

Head of the Talisman Department, Ning Que!

Behind them, Lu Miaomiao, Chen Pingan, Wu Gang, Li Qingyuan... dozens of Kunlun Students, with powerful auras and cold gazes, were like tigers descending the mountain, filled with Evil Qi!

The Kunlun elite team had arrived!

"Han Li, leave Liu Lian to you!"

Fang Yuan glanced at Liu Lian, who was lying in a pool of blood and unconscious, and said to Han Li in a deep voice.

"Rest assured."

Han Li nodded, his figure flashed, and he appeared beside Liu Lian, pulling out a large handful of Medicinal Pill and Talisman from his bosom to begin emergency treatment.

"Qiqi, go help me find Lin Xiao!"

Fang Yuan's gaze turned back to the smoke-filled ruins, his tone carrying a hint of anxiety.

"Okay!"

Zhang Qiqi did not hesitate for a moment, turning into a streak of water light and rushing toward the ruins.

"Miaomiao!"

Fang Yuan finally looked at the head of the Refining System, Lu Miaomiao.

"Can you handle America's fighter squadron?"

At this moment, the roar of fighter jet engines could already be heard in the sky.

Lu Miaomiao glanced at the black dots appearing on the horizon, a cold arc curling at the corner of her mouth.

"Easy peasy."

She twisted her neck, making a crackling sound, and waved her hand at Chen Pingan and Wu Gang behind her.

"Refining System, follow me! Today, let's try tearing apart some Gundams by hand!"

"You got it!"

Chen Pingan, Wu Gang, and the others let out an excited roar, followed Lu Miaomiao into the sky, and charged head-on toward the dozens of F-35 fighter jets!

"Everyone else!"

A calm voice rang out from the crowd—it was Xie Wangsheng, who was responsible for coordinating the overall situation.

"Evacuate civilians, establish a defensive line, and don't let the battle affect ordinary people!"

"Yes!"

The remaining Kunlun Students responded in unison and immediately dispersed to perform their respective duties.

The entire scene, although chaotic, was orderly under Xie Wangsheng's command.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

In the distance, Baphomet stared blankly at everything.

Watching the Kunlun Students who had appeared suddenly, all of whom possessed extremely powerful auras, his arrogant heart as an Ancient Great Demon felt, for the first time, an emotion called "shock."

How could there be... so many?

Moreover, almost every one of them was at the Golden Core Stage, and there were even several at the Late Golden Core Stage!

What kind of monster is this Kunlun Academy?!

He wanted to flee.

But when his gaze swept over Fang Yuan, who was suspended in mid-air and surrounded by lightning, a fatal sense of crisis left him unable to move.

He couldn't escape!

In Baphomet's scarlet eyes, the look of shock slowly faded, replaced by a kind of madness and determination—a burning of his bridges.

He took a deep breath, and the demonic energy within his body began to climb frantically at a terrifying speed; the space around him began to crack inch by inch because it could not withstand this power!

Since he couldn't escape, then... let's fight to the death!