65: Chapter 65 Dimensional Reduction Attack

The encirclement was shrinking.

Nearly a hundred demonkin pressed toward the center.

They did not swarm forward like ordinary demonic beasts, but instead maintained a fixed distance from each other.

Lei Hu's back was already drenched in cold sweat.

"Zhao Yi! The signal can't get out!" Zhou Han's voice cracked. "They are jamming the communications!"

Zhao Yi's face was deathly pale.

He scanned his surroundings; the nearest demonkin were already less than fifty meters away.

"Form a formation! Back-to-back! Hold out for as long as we can!"

The members of the three squads quickly gathered together.

Martial King Rank astral qi flared up one after another, but under the oppressive aura of nearly a hundred Rank Six and above entities, it seemed incredibly feeble.

The Ponytail Woman's hands were shaking.

The Buzz-cut Strongman swallowed hard, holding his battle-axe in front of him, his arms trembling.

Everyone was preparing to face death.

Except for one person.

Li Zhengyang had already stepped out of the crowd.

"Hey! What are you doing? Come back!" Zhao Yi shouted.

Li Zhengyang didn't look back.

With the abyssal meteor dragon spear held horizontally at his side, the blood qi of a Third-Rank Martial Emperor began to circulate rapidly through his meridians.

He locked his gaze onto the nearest demonkin.

Peak Rank Six.

That demonkin was a size larger than the others, its body covered in dark purple bone spurs, its eyes glowing.

It was also looking at Li Zhengyang, a mocking sneer hanging on its lips.

Lord Blood Demon had given them accurate intelligence.

This batch of humans on the secondary exploration were all Martial Kings.

"Lord Blood Demon has ordered us to leave none alive. Kill them all."

It barked the order in a raspy voice.

Before it could even finish its sentence...

Li Zhengyang had already flashed in front of it.

Startling Cloud Step.

At this moment, speed of the Martial Emperor Rank completely crushed the limit of the demonkin's reaction time.

It couldn't even see how the person had vanished.

The abyssal meteor dragon spear pierced into its throat.

Dragon Soul Bone Erosion triggered, Dragon Tooth Armor Piercing triggered, Fatal Dragon Jaw triggered.

Heavy injury, armor penetration, critical hit.

Three special traits triggered simultaneously.

The spear tip pierced through its cervical spine, exiting from the back of its head, dragging out a section of white spinal cord.

Twist Technique.

With a twist of the spear shaft, the entire head, along with the shoulders, was shredded to pieces.

The demonkin's body remained in a standing posture, but everything above its neck was gone.

Gushing black blood splattered all over Li Zhengyang's face, and he wiped it with his hand.

"This blood really stinks."

The corpse collapsed to the ground.

From the moment he took his first step to the demonkin falling to the ground, it had taken only two and a half seconds.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

Not just the humans, but the demonkin fell silent as well.

Those advancing figures suddenly paused for a brief moment.

Nearly a hundred pairs of slit pupils stared at Li Zhengyang simultaneously.

They stared at that headless Peak Rank Six corpse.

Among the leading demonkin, the pupils of a Rank Seven demonkin shrank violently.

Only one thought remained in its mind.

Something was wrong.

Lord Blood Demon had said they were a group of Martial Kings.

This human... who could instantly kill a Peak Rank Six, was absolutely not a Martial King.

"Kill! Kill that one first!" it shrieked.

The moment the command was given, the formation of the encirclement changed.

More than sixty of the nearly hundred evenly distributed demonkin lunged at Li Zhengyang at the same time.

The remaining stragglers continued to press toward the human squads in the rear.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi was startled.

Over sixty Rank Six and above demonkin were all rushing at a single person?

"Attack! Now's our chance!" Zhao Yi reacted extremely quickly, directing the rest of the group. "Clear out the stragglers! Quick!"

The members of the three squads finally snapped out of it.

Facing over thirty stragglers, though still struggling, it was no longer a certain-death situation for them.

Meanwhile, in the center of the field...

Li Zhengyang faced the mass charge of over sixty demonkin.

He smiled.

One million each.

Sixty of them would be sixty million.

This is absolutely delightful.

He spun the dragon spear half a turn in his hand, pointing the tip downward, and filled it with blood qi.

"Come! Who wants to die first?!"

The first wave to reach him consisted of five Mid-Rank Six demonkin.

Li Zhengyang swept his spear horizontally, the shaft brushing close to the ground as the dark gold patterns flared with brilliant light.

With the strength of the Martial Emperor Rank combined with the hundred percent bonus of the Ancient Dragon Power, the destructive force of this sweep already exceeded the limits of an ordinary Martial Emperor.

The lower halves of the five demonkin were severed simultaneously.

They were still struggling, their regenerative abilities starting to kick in.

It was useless.

Dragon Soul Bone Erosion.

The regeneration speed of the wounds caused by the spear tip was drastically reduced.

The flesh at the severed ends wriggled a couple of times and then stopped.

Li Zhengyang didn't give them a second chance.

With five follow-up spear thrusts to their heads, five heads exploded.

The subsequent demonkin surged forward like a tide.

Instead of retreating, Li Zhengyang advanced.

He charged into the crowd of demonkin.

The abyssal meteor dragon spear danced and flew amidst the dense crowd of demonkin.

The Collapse Technique pierced through bone armor, the Twist Technique shredded internal organs, and horizontal sweeps cleared the field.

Every single thrust claimed a life.

Dragon Soul Bone Erosion completely countered the demonkin's most terrifying regenerative ability.

Wounds pierced by this spear would not heal immediately.

For the demonkin, this was a complete dimensional reduction strike.

The Rank Seven demonkin nearby could finally hold back no longer, and three of them lunged at Li Zhengyang at the same time.

Sharp claws tore at him from three directions.

Li Zhengyang stomped his foot, causing the ground to cave in.

He soared ten meters into the air, his long spear pointing straight down.

"Have you ever seen a spear technique that descends from the heavens?"

Collapse Technique, full power.

The spear tip pierced through the crown of the first Rank Seven demonkin's head, thrusting all the way into its chest cavity.

As he pulled the spear out, his left foot kicked the second one right in the face.

The pure power of the Martial Emperor Rank shattered its entire skull.

The third one's claws scraped against his back.

"Indestructible Golden Body" activated automatically.

The claw tips slid across his reddish-gold skin, leaving not even a white mark.

With a backhand thrust, Li Zhengyang pierced its heart.

Three Rank Sevens, five seconds.

The remaining demonkin were finally terrified.

They began to retreat.

Li Zhengyang was not about to let these walking gold coins go to waste.

Stepping with Startling Cloud Step repeatedly, his figure flashed through the demonkin crowd.

With every flash, another corpse fell.

The miniature space of his tactical watch flashed continuously as demon cores were stored one after another.

Two minutes later.

Of the sixty-plus demonkin, nearly half were lying on the ground.

The remaining ones had learned their lesson and began to scatter and flee.

Li Zhengyang was in no hurry to give chase.

He stopped and caught his breath.

He looked back.

Over on Zhao Yi's side, the three squads had joined forces and finally finished off the last few stragglers.

Everyone was injured, but no one had died.

Lei Hu slumped on the ground, his lips trembling as he stared at the ground littered with corpses on Li Zhengyang's side.

Zhou Han sat heavily on a rock, his battle saber plunged into the ground, covering his face with his hands.

The scene where he had just questioned the authenticity of Li Zhengyang's battle report was still fresh in his mind.

Li Zhengyang squatted amidst the pile of corpses, digging out demon cores.

Zhao Yi wiped the blood from his face and walked over. After standing aside and watching for a long time, he finally spoke.

"Just now... how many did you kill by yourself?"

"I didn't count closely, probably over thirty."

Li Zhengyang didn't lift his head, his hands never stopping.

"Over thirty..."

Zhao Yi repeated the number, his voice drifting.

Li Zhengyang stored the last demon core in his watch and stood up.

He looked in the direction where the fleeing demonkin had disappeared.

"These demonkin just said a certain word."

"What?"

"Lord Blood Demon."

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