Here to Die?
With just a light touch, their protective Qi and Blood, and their solid physical bodies, will be pierced and torn apart in an instant, and then explode into the purest Origin Source light.
Immediately afterwards, a blurry and ancient phantom of Great Furnace would flash by, swallowing up all the light spots without leaving a trace.
Around that golden Stream of Light, there was a graceful, ethereal white sword light, an icy blue halo that froze everything in its path, and a humanoid beast exuding an ancient, primal aura!
The four of them, like four of the sharpest blades, easily pierced through the steel torrent composed of nearly a thousand Bone Tempering Realm Prodigies!
This scene caused Zhang Zhi, who had already resolved to die, to suddenly catch his breath.
His eyes, dimmed from blood loss, suddenly burst forth with an unbelievable, intense light.
Reinforcements!
There really were reinforcements!
And such a formidable reinforcement!
Ecstasy, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly washed away all the despair and death in his heart!
Heaven has spared the Human Race!
However, the next second...
As the golden Stream of Light that tore through the enemy formation drew ever closer, and as Zhang Zhi finally made out the appearance of the core figure, the ecstasy that had just blossomed on his face froze instantly, like a Petrification sculpture.
Instead, there was a deathly ashes, colder than death itself.
That... that was a child who looked to be only about ten years old.
The child's appearance is not the point.
The key point is the incredibly clear and pure Qi and Blood emanating from him...
It was only Second-Turn Bone Tempering!
"Puff."
A sudden surge of sweet, metallic taste rose in my throat.
Zhang Zhi felt as if an invisible giant hammer had struck his chest, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it back down.
Second-Turn Bone Tempering?
Are you kidding me!
The flame of hope that had just ignited in my heart was as if it had been doused with a bucket of ice water from the Nine Netherworlds, chilling me to the bone, leaving not even a spark.
In a battlefield where Fourth-Turn and Fifth-Turn powerhouses often shed their blood, what can a Second-Turn Bone Tempering do?
Are we just sending them to their deaths?!
At this moment, Zhang Zhi felt a deeper and more complete despair than when he was preparing to self-destruct!
This is even more despairing than having no reinforcements at all!
Hehehe...
The chief of the Netherbone Demon Race also saw Chen Fan's cultivation level. It was stunned for a moment, and then let out a sharp, eerie laugh that could pierce eardrums.
It recognized Chen Fan.
That face, having risen to the top of the Myriad Laws Ranking, has already spread Ten Thousand Races!
"I thought he was some kind of powerful figure, but he's only a mere second-tier cultivator!"
"Good timing! Perfect timing! Saves us the trouble of flattening this place before we come looking for you!"
On the other side, the chief of the Windwing Tiger Race had undisguised greed and savagery in his eyes as he stared intently at Chen Fan, as if admiring a peerless treasure that was about to mature.
"The Origin Dao Seed, ranked first on the Myriad Laws Ranking, what an incredible tonic!"
It extended its scarlet tongue, licked its lips, and its voice boomed like thunder. "You've killed so many of our sons, just right! I will peel your skin off inch by inch, burn your Divine Soul to the heavenly lamp, and your very Origin Source will become the supreme foundation upon which I step into the Sixth-Turn!"
The Naga Chief waved his eight arms and let out a chilling laugh.
Behind the battlefield, the surviving Human Race Prodigies Zhang Zhi finally sensed Chen Fan's true level of power.
The hope that had just appeared on their faces was completely swallowed up by horror and bewilderment.
It's over.
Everything is over.
The entire battlefield fell into an eerie, deathly silence.
Only the unbridled sneers of the Alien Races Experts and the icy silence of the Human Race Prodigies remained.
Facing the greedy grins of his formidable foe, and sensing the deathly silence of his compatriots behind him, which had turned from hope to despair, Chen Fan slowly halted his charge.
He seemed completely oblivious to the oppressive atmosphere that threatened to crush everything.
He simply reached out and gently patted off non-existent dust from his body, a gesture as leisurely as if he were brushing off dew from a garden.
His gaze calmly passed over the massive army in front of him and landed on the three arrogant Fifth-Turn chiefs in the distance, who exuded overwhelming ferocity.
Then, he spoke lazily.
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess some kind of peculiar magic, spreading with crystal clarity throughout the noisy battlefield and suppressing all the clamor.
"You three..."
Chen Fan paused for a moment, then a bright, innocent smile appeared on his face.
Who will be the first to die?
In an instant, as that voice fell, the battlefield suddenly fell silent.
However, the silence lasted only half a second.
"Ha ha!!"
The chief of the Windwing Tiger Race seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and let out a thunderous laugh that shook the entire sky.
Its enormous lightning wings suddenly unfurled, blotting out the sun, and countless thick electric snakes writhed wildly between its wings, crackling and popping.
"A mere second-level cultivator dares to utter such arrogant words before me!"
Its tiger-like eyes were fixed on Chen Fan, filled with cruelty and mockery. "I will personally tear your bones apart one by one, and your fur will become the most luxurious carpet in my cave!"
On the other side, the soul fire in the eye sockets of the chief of the Netherbone Demon Race flickered violently, and the eight arms of the Naga Chief were slowly raised. The terrifying pressure of the three Fifth-Turn Bone Tempering Realm was like three mountains, pressing down on the center of the battlefield, and even the air became viscous.
It's over.
Blackrock Guardian Zone, the Fourth-Turn female Prodigies behind Zhang Zhi closed her eyes in despair.
Zhang Zhi's face was ashen. He gripped the knife hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. The last shred of hope in his heart was utterly crushed by Chen Fan's arrogant words.
He even felt that this was more desperate than having no reinforcements at all.
Without reinforcements, they could fight to the death, and die a tragic death.
But now, an ignorant and arrogant second-tier brat, with his laughable arrogance, has trampled the dignity of everyone under his feet, becoming a laughing stock in the eyes of the Alien Races.
"Noisy."
Just as the Windwing Tiger Race Chief was about to say something, Chen Fan finally picked at his ear with some impatience.
He couldn't even be bothered to look at the other person again.
"Roar!!"
These two seemingly casual words completely ignited the killing intent of the Windwing Tiger Race Chief.
Without another word, it unleashed a deafening roar, its massive body transforming into a thunderous storm that tore through the sky, charging down with overwhelming force!
That's incredibly fast!
On its tiger claw, which was larger than Millstone, the two violent Origin Power of wind and thunder were compressed to the extreme, forming a giant energy claw that shimmered with an aura of Annihilation.
The Wind-Thunder Annihilation Claw!
This is its signature killing technique, and countless powerful individuals of the same level have died by this claw!
A terrifying pressure descended first, and Zhang Zhi and the others, who were hundreds of meters away, felt a sense of suffocation, as if their Divine Souls were about to be torn apart by that Annihilation aura.