Zhang Zhi

At the canyon entrance, the stench of blood mingled with dust, and the only sound was the wind.

Chen Fan glanced at the severed limbs scattered on the ground and casually waved his hand.

Buzz!

A blurry and ancient phantom of Great Furnace flashed behind him, and the Origin Dao Seeds that had been scattered after the deaths of the dozen or so Alien Races Prodigies vanished without a trace, like fireflies swallowed by an invisible giant mouth.

He smacked his lips, a lazy, lingering look on his face.

"Not even enough to fill a tooth gap."

Standing behind him, Xiao Ran and Lin Jue looked at the child-like figure from behind, their throats dry, unable to utter a single word.

That's more than a dozen Bone Tempering Realm!

"Brother Chen, the appetizers are all gone." Shen Xuan, dressed in pristine white robes, smiled elegantly, lightly fanning himself with a folding fan. "The main guests are all at the table now; if we don't go soon, they'll all be gone."

"Roar!"

On the other side, Tuo Bashan could no longer contain himself. Beneath his bronze skin, his Qi and Blood surged like magma, and he let out a low, suppressed roar. His eyes were fixed on the battlefield in the distance, where energy was soaring into the sky, filled with fervent fighting spirit.

Chen Fan rested his hands behind his head, his posture as relaxed as if he were strolling through his own backyard.

"Let's go then."

His voice carried a hint of nonchalance.

"We're too late, the food's all cold."

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, his figure transforming into a dazzling golden Stream of Light, rushing straight towards the battlefield where the sounds of battle were deafening.

Shen Xuan, Su Qingyue, and Tuo Bashan followed closely behind, while Xiao Ran and the others could only grit their teeth, suppress their shock, and urge all their strength to keep up.

At the same time.

The battlefield of the Blackrock Guardian Zone has been transformed into a blood-red hell on earth.

Boom!!

With a deafening roar, the dark light shield that had protected countless Human Race Prodigies into countless points of light under the combined fire of nearly a thousand Alien Races Experts, just like glass struck by a giant hammer.

With their last line of defense gone, a brutal hand-to-hand combat erupted instantly.

"Kill!"

The Guardian, Zhang Zhi, was covered in blood and deep, bone-revealing wounds, but the Battle Saber in his hand did not tremble in the slightest.

He stood like an unyielding rock, single-handedly confronting three equally terrifying figures.

These three Alien Races were the supreme commanders of this siege, and all of them were genuine Fifth-Turn Bone Tempering Realm experts!

One of them, whose entire body was made of pure white bones with jagged Bone Spikes growing at his joints, was none other than the chief of the Netherbone Demon Race. Every swing of his arm was accompanied by a shrill shriek that tore through space.

The other person, with wings sprouting from his ribs, whose every flap was accompanied by raging wind and thunder, moved with lightning speed, leaving afterimages on the battlefield; he was the chief of the Windwing Tiger Race.

The last one, with a human body and a snake's tail, had eight arms, each wielding a trident formed from deep blue water. He laid out Heaven-and-Earth Net that blocked all of Zhang Zhi's escape routes and was the chief of the Naga Race.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Zhi Zhige was a fraction too slow to block, and his left shoulder was instantly pierced by the Bone Spikes of the Netherbone Demon Race, drawing a stream of scalding blood.

He let out a muffled groan and staggered backward, but using the force, he swung his sword back, the violent Blade Aura cleaving back the Windwing Tiger Race that pounced like lightning.

His bloodshot eyes swept over his retreating, heavily wounded Human Race comrades behind him, and he roared hoarsely at a pale-faced Fourth-Turn female Prodigies:

"Where are the reinforcements from the other Guardian Zone?! How much longer?!"

The Prodigies woman's eyes were filled with tears and despair as she cried out in a hoarse voice, "No... no more support! Brother Zhang!"

"The Azure Radiance Guardian Zone, the Blue Sky Guardian Zone... all the Intermediate Guardian Zones we can contact are under massive attack at the same time! They... they are overwhelmed with their own problems!"

"What?"

At that moment, Zhang Zhi's heart sank into an Abyss.

He understood.

This was a premeditated, decisive attack.

The enemy used a feint attack to distract all forces that could threaten them; their real purpose was to completely wipe the Blackrock Guardian Zone off the map of the Myriad Laws Source Realm!

As for the weaker, lower-tier Guardian Zone, even if they received the message and rushed over now, they would only add a few more corpses to this bloody feast.

Hehehe...

Seeing that Zhang Zhi's aura had weakened slightly due to his wavering mind, the chief of the Netherbone Demon Race let out a sickeningly strange laugh.

"Support? Today, the only thing that awaits you is death!"

The chief of the Windwing Tiger Race spread his enormous thunder wings, looking down from above, and proclaimed in a voice like rolling thunder. "From this day forward, the Blackrock Guardian Zone will become our new Hunting Ground!"

The Deep Sea Naga moved all eight arms simultaneously, eight tridents thrusting from all directions. The cold glint of the trident tips sealed Zhang Zhi's last glimmer of life, and a chilling voice rang in his ears:

"Offer up your Origin Dao Seed, and I might let you die a quicker death."

Three devastating attacks surged in from three directions simultaneously, sealing off the heavens and the earth and extinguishing all hope.

Looking at the ferocious enemy before him and listening to the desperate cries of his compatriots behind him, Zhang Zhi's eyes flashed with an extremely tragic and resolute determination.

There's no way to retreat!

Then... let's fight to the death!

The Origin Power within him began to reverse wildly, and a destructive aura was about to erupt from his body.

He was prepared to burn everything he had in this final, desperate gamble!

Boom!

Within Zhang Zhi's body, the Origin Power had reversed to its extreme, and a destructive aura condensed like the eye of a storm, about to sweep across this blood-red purgatory.

He was ready to use his Divine Soul and life to blast a final bloody path for his fellow Human Race behind him.

However, just as he was about to set himself on fire...

Whether it was him or the three Alien Races chiefs opposite him who were about to unleash their ultimate attack, all their movements suddenly stopped, and they all turned their heads to look at the rear of the Alien Races army that should have been an impenetrable wall.

There, it exploded.

The previous thunderous battle cries were completely replaced by another sound.

It was a shrill, distorted scream, a terrified roar from the depths of the soul, a chaotic, deafening sound as the formation was forcibly torn apart!

The Alien Races army, which should have been hunters, now seemed to have become a sheepfold invaded by invisible beasts, instantly turning into a boiling pot of chaos.

"What's going on?!"

The chief of the Netherbone Demon Race let out an impatient roar, about to reprimand the incompetence of the troops behind him, when the two balls of ghostly blue soul fire in its eye sockets suddenly shrank.

At the edge of his vision, a dazzling golden Stream of Light, like a scythe from the Divine Domain, was rampaging through his proud army with unparalleled might!

That wasn't a battle, that was a massacre!

Wherever the golden Stream of Light passed, whether it was cannon fodder who had just entered the Bone Tempering Realm or elites who had reached the third stage, they were all as fragile as paper.