122: Chapter 122 Crushing an Eighth-Rank Rank Person with Bare Hands

The transparent light shield crashed into the mud.

The six members of the Raven Squad were tossed around inside the shield, feeling utterly dizzy.

After Captain Wu Ao steadied himself, he looked up.

Just in time, he saw Li Zhengyang's path blocked by an eighth-grade Soul Demon dozens of meters ahead.

"Oh, done for already?"

Captain Wu Ao chuckled and stepped out of the light shield.

In this area at the bottom of the valley, the mental magnetic field made one's chest feel tight.

This was the absolute home turf for high-grade Psychokineticists like them.

Boom!

The mud pit on the right churned violently.

An even more massive eighth-grade Soul Demon burst out of the ground.

Two eighth-grade ones!

Captain Wu Ao's eyes went wide.

Ignoring Li Zhengyang in the distance, he pointed directly at the newly emerged eighth-grade demon on the right and roared.

"Brothers! We've got a big one!"

"Let's open his eyes! Show him what a real mental attack looks like!"

The Raven Squad quickly dispersed, the six of them forming a hexagram formation.

Their Psychic Power began to surge outward.

"Psychic compression! Lock down its tentacles..."

Various tactical commands were issued continuously.

The six Psychokineticists coordinated with each other, pinning the eighth-grade Soul Demon firmly in place.

The scene was brutal to the extreme.

Blood seeped from the squad members' ears and noses. Captain Wu Ao's eyes bulged, and his facial muscles twitched wildly.

"Suppress it! Suppress it to death!"

Most of Captain Wu Ao's body was trembling, and his gums bled from clenching his teeth so hard.

The eighth-grade Soul Demon shrieked shrilly, its mental soundwaves crashing against their formation.

The six of them groaned in unison, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Relying on their numerical advantage and professional combined-attack formation, they fought to the death without retreating, grinding down more than half of the Soul Demon's stamina.

They locked horns for over ten minutes.

With a roar from Captain Wu Ao, the six of them joined forces to condense a mental spear, plunging it from above straight into the Soul Demon's core!

The Soul Demon exploded on the spot!

Bang.

A soul crystal fell to the ground.

Captain Wu Ao collapsed onto his butt in the mud.

He gasped heavily, not even bothering to wipe the blood smeared on his chin, tightly clutching the eighth-grade soul crystal to his chest.

A bona fide eighth-grade soul crystal!

The five squad members beside him rolled their eyes in exhaustion, yet they still forced themselves to flatter him.

"Captain is awesome! This positioning and teamwork is absolutely textbook!"

"Of course! What's the use of having high vitality? The magnetic field down here is so abnormal, that kid over there has probably had his brains sucked dry by the Soul Demon by now!"

Full of pride, Captain Wu Ao held the soul crystal in his hand high to show off.

"Let's go see if our Lord Martial Venerable is completely cold yet. If not, we'll have to trouble ourselves to help him..."

Captain Wu Ao turned his head.

He stopped mid-sentence.

That eighth-grade Soul Demon now had only a mangled torso left.

The Tiangang Flying Blades wove black afterimages in midair, slicing the Soul Demon's body piece by piece, flaying it alive.

The Soul Demon opened its massive mouth, desperately launching its highest-intensity mental pierce.

The ripples clashed against the shura armor on Li Zhengyang's body.

Absolute Damage Reflection triggered.

The Soul Demon was repelled by its own attack, throwing its head back and roaring.

"What the hell are you screaming for? So noisy."

Li Zhengyang looked utterly impatient.

He thrust the dragon spear into the mud.

He reached his right hand straight out.

The monstrous strength of the Tyrannosaurus Bone erupted violently as he grabbed the Soul Demon by the neck.

His fingers suddenly clamped shut.

Crack!

An eighth-grade Soul Demon that had almost cost the six professionals of the Raven Squad their lives...

...was crushed to pieces by him with just a single hand.

Bang!

Spots of light drifted all over the sky.

Another soul crystal dropped into the mud.

With a flick of his wrist, Li Zhengyang casually tossed it into the storage space of his tactical watch.

The entire process...

...took less than three seconds.

His breathing was even steady, and he hadn't shed a single drop of sweat.

Dead silence.

The six members of the Raven Squad froze in the mud, their minds completely blank.

That was an eighth-grade Soul Demon!

And he crushed it with his bare hands?

Li Zhengyang pulled out the dragon spear and turned to look at the dumbfounded group of six.

His gaze slowly drifted downward, stopping on the soul crystal that Captain Wu Ao was clutching tightly in his arms.

"The one in your hands looks like it's of pretty good quality too."

"How about letting me keep it safe?"

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