232: Ninth Style! Turn my broken body into blazing fire!

On this cruel and cold battlefield, this laughter seemed so sudden, jarring, yet heartbreakingly mournful, like the last, desperate, mad swan song of a hero at the end of his road.

"No, it shouldn't be like this!"

His laughter abruptly ceased, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against rusted iron.

"If so, how can I alone survive?!"

As his words fell, the power within him, already on the verge of collapse, was completely ignited and detonated!

Pfft! Pfft!

The skin on his face was the first to crack inch by inch, capillaries bursting open, blood instantly covering his face, revealing the crimson muscle fibers beneath, making him look like a demon.

Immediately after, this cracking rapidly spread throughout his entire body.

His already tattered combat uniform was completely ripped apart by the suddenly expanding terrifying energy and the surging blood spilling out.

His entire body seemed to be enveloped by a layer of fiercely burning blood-red flames, turning him into a true "Blood Man" exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

An extremely violent aura, far exceeding any previous moment, erupted from him as its center.

The rubble and alien beast remains at his feet were violently pushed away by an invisible wave of energy, forming a clear ring.

The surging energy was no longer invisible; instead, it transformed into a visible torrent of blood-qi, like a mixture of crimson lightning and magma, frantically surging and swirling around his body, emitting crackling sounds and a deep hum.

The surrounding alien beasts, intimidated by this sudden terrifying aura, instinctively retreated half a step, letting out uneasy growls.

"With this one strike, I'll pay tribute to my comrades!!"

He Jingrui, his body covered in wounds, let out an inhuman roar; he bent down, retracted his fist, compressing all his remaining vitality, will, anger, and sorrow into this single strike.

His blood-red gaze was sharp and substantial, piercing through layers of beast shadows, locking onto the constantly pulsating core of the Mother Nest, which exuded a wicked life force.

"Nameless Fist Technique — Seven Stacks!!"

He roared, unleashing a punch.

In an instant, countless crimson, solidified fist shadows surged forward like a raging storm.

Each fist shadow contained the terrifying power to shatter mountains and crack stones; where the fist wind passed, the alien beasts in the front row were like targets hit by an invisible cluster of heavy artillery, exploding with miserable shrieks before they could even let out a cry.

Mangled flesh, bone shards, and carapace fragments splattered like a rainstorm, clearing a large area in the blink of an eye.

After delivering this earth-shattering first punch, He Jingrui's arms emitted a grating "creak," the surface of his arm bones already covered in fine cracks, blood spurting from the ruptured skin and muscles.

But he didn't pause for a moment; in fact, he used the recoil from the first punch to squeeze out the last bit of his physical potential, his left fist following closely, with even greater power.

"Eight Stacks!!!"

This punch's power was extremely condensed; it was no longer scattered fist shadows, but all the fist momentum gathered into one, transforming into a terrifying fist aura, incomparably thick and solidified like a crimson drill.

The fist aura was unstoppable, emitting an ear-splitting shriek, instantly piercing through the thick beast horde ahead, carving out a bloody, several-meter-wide passage through the dense army of alien beasts.

At the end of the passage, the slightly wriggling, bio-luminescent fleshy wall of the Mother Nest was clearly visible.

After delivering this second punch, He Jingrui's torso violently shook, his chest sharply caving in.

Countless ribs were completely broken and shattered, his internal organs suffered devastating compression injuries, and blood gushed wildly from the ruptured wounds all over his body like an out-of-control high-pressure faucet.

His aura instantly weakened significantly, and his body swayed, held up solely by sheer willpower.

The alien beasts let out even more terrified and angry hisses; they sensed the direct threat to the Mother Nest and surged in from all directions even more frantically and desperately, attempting to stop this terrifying human.

"Nine — Stacks!!!"

He Jingrui let out the final, strongest sound of his life, burning everything, his ultimate swan song.

The third punch was delivered.

This punch seemed to drain his last vestiges of existence.

There was no sound, or rather, the sound had transcended the realm of hearing.

Only an extreme, dark crimson torrent, as if capable of devouring all light, silently surged forward, detaching from He Jingrui's almost completely shattered, bone-exposing fist.

Wherever it passed, space seemed to distort; the alien beasts attempting to block it, whether their tough carapaces or energy shields, were annihilated and vaporized the moment of contact.

The dark crimson torrent precisely struck the Mother Nest.

Rumble—!!!

The Mother Nest violently shook, its incredibly tough fleshy wall, capable of resisting heavy firepower, rapidly melted and disintegrated like ice and snow eroded by high-temperature lava, revealing a charred pit several meters in diameter and unfathomable depth.

The edge of the hole was still continuously emitting smoke and making sizzling sounds.

There was no deafening explosion, no dazzling energy light; only an extreme, dark crimson torrent, as if capable of devouring all light and sound, silently surged forward, detaching from He Jingrui's almost completely shattered, bone-exposing fist.

Wherever it passed, the alien beasts attempting to block it were silently annihilated, disintegrated, and vaporized the moment they contacted this dark crimson torrent, leaving no residue behind.

The dark crimson torrent precisely and unceremoniously struck the outer fleshy wall of the Mother Nest.

After delivering this third punch, He Jingrui's crimson energy instantly dissipated.

He stood there, like a broken blood-porcelain doll, every inch of his skin and muscles damaged, his life force rapidly draining away like a receding tide.

The alien beasts were completely awed by these three world-shattering punches that directly crippled the Mother Nest; for a moment, they froze in place, not daring to advance.

He Jingrui's vision was completely blurred and dark, but he still gazed unwillingly at the Mother Nest's opening, now so close.

The ten meters he could normally leap across now seemed an insurmountable chasm.

He used his last ounce of strength, struggling to crawl forward.

His flesh and blood body, without any skin protection, dragged a long, shocking trail of blood across the rough, hot sand.

Every inch he advanced was accompanied by unimaginable agony and the accelerated loss of his life.

The alien beasts growled, stirring restlessly; their bloodthirsty instincts gradually overcame their fear, wanting to tear this human who had severely wounded the Mother Nest into shreds and devour him completely.

But just then, a higher-level, more heart-pounding pressure, originating from deep within the bloodline, suddenly emanated from within the Mother Nest.

All the alien beasts, regardless of strength, at this moment collectively prostrated themselves in terror, burying their heads deep into the ground, trembling, not daring to make the slightest movement.

They allowed He Jingrui, bit by bit, to crawl to the edge of the Mother Nest's opening, which was emitting high heat and a burnt smell.

He Jingrui raised his arm, which was now only bare white bone and a few strands of muscle, and with his last remaining will, very slowly and weakly, touched the Mother Nest's fleshy wall.

It was like a ritual, a declaration.

The Special Forces team... representing humanity... has arrived... Squad Leader Ban and their sacrifice... was not meaningless.

Then, the last spark in his eyes completely extinguished, his arm fell limply, his eyes slowly closed, and his head slumped onto the cold ground.