Alien Race Prodigies Attack

The immense pressure in mid-air momentarily froze because of Chen Fan's words.

Immediately afterwards, deafening laughter tore through the clouds.

Xue Dingtian covered half of his face with one hand, his burly body swaying back and forth in mid-air.

With his laughter, the dense blood energy around him churned violently, and drops of dark red liquid separated from the blood energy, crashing onto the energy barrier below.

The barrier surface immediately emitted a hissing corrosion sound and acrid white smoke.

The base of the Annihilation Stele cracked open with more fissures under the immense pressure.

The wind in the square stopped blowing.

The Ye Xiao disappeared into the shadows behind and to the side of Xue Dingtian, emitting intermittent hisses from deep within its throat.

The light around him was completely swallowed up, forming an Absolute Darkness realm.

The two Sixth-Turn Prodigies looked down at Chen Fan, who stood at the very front of the square.

"An interesting brat." Xue Dingtian lowered his hand, his blood-red pupils fixed on Chen Fan. "Before you die, I've decided to let you experience what despair truly means."

Before he could finish speaking, Xue Dingtian raised his right arm and casually swung it downwards.

The air seemed to be tearing under the strain.

A thick, blood-red ribbon, tens of feet long, materialized out of thin air.

Countless groaning phantoms surged within the bolt of silk, carrying a nauseating smell of rust, as it lashed out at Chen Fan.

As the blood-red ribbon plummeted, the air along its path was sucked away, creating a brief vacuum.

Zhang Zhi, standing to Chen Fan's side and behind, was deathly pale.

His hands, gripping the knife, trembled uncontrollably. This was just a casual strike from Xue Dingtian, but the destructive power it contained was enough to instantly melt him, Fifth-Turn Martial Artist, into a pool of blood.

Chen Fan stood still, neither retreating nor turning to the side.

A crimson streak approached his face, its scarlet light illuminating his calm features and ruffling the black hair on his forehead.

Chen Fan slowly raised his right arm, tucking his fingers inward to form a fist.

Within his body, the White Jade Bone emitted a muffled thunderous sound.

The top-grade Golden Qi and Blood of the Fourth-Turn surged into his right fist without reservation, and a layer of dark golden patterns appeared on his skin, which was a sign that the "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture" had reached its ultimate state.

The surrounding pressure dissipated under the impact of the Golden Qi and Blood.

A straight punch was thrown upwards.

There were no fancy moves, only pure, extreme violence.

"Star Shattering."

The golden fist and the crimson streak collided head-on in mid-air.

At the point of collision between the two forces, visible ripples appeared in space.

The crimson ribbon crumbled inch by inch from its base the moment it made contact with the golden fist, the thick blood energy exploding and turning into a sky full of blood mist.

The golden aftershocks of the fist pierced through the blood mist, their momentum undiminished, heading straight for Xue Dingtian in mid-air.

Xue Dingtian's expression changed drastically, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

A storm raged within him. He was fully aware of the power of his attack just now; even Ye Xiao, who was also at the Sixth-Turn, would not dare to take it head-on.

This Fourth-Turn Human Race not only accepted the attack, but his strength even surpassed his.

He quickly crossed his arms in front of his chest, and a thick layer of blood-red scales instantly appeared on his body.

"Bang!"

The aftershock struck Xue Dingtian's arms.

Xue Dingtian's body trembled violently, and he lost his balance in mid-air, staggering back seven steps.

With each step he took back, a white shockwave would erupt from the air beneath his feet, producing a deafening roar.

He forced himself to steady himself and lowered his arms. Most of the blood-red scales covering his arms shattered, and dark red blood dripped down his forearms.

His chest heaved with Qi and Blood, and a metallic sweetness rose in his throat, which he swallowed forcefully.

Xue Dingtian stared at Chen Fan below, his mockery and arrogance vanished, replaced by unbelievable shock.

Fourth-Turn opponent fought Sixth-Turn opponent head-on. Not only was the opponent unharmed, but he was also knocked back with a single punch.

"Ignore him! Kill everyone below!"

Xue Dingtian roared, his voice filled with exasperation.

Upon receiving the order, the five Fifth-Turn Alien Races Experts immediately dispersed and rushed towards the Blackrock Guardian Zone Plaza from five different directions.

The Fifth-Turn aura emanating from them completely sealed off the space around Shen Xuan and the others.

In their eyes, Chen Fan an incomprehensible monster, but the remaining few low-level Human Race could be completely crushed with just one charge.

"Form ranks!"

Zhang Zhi roared and stood at the forefront, his sword held high.

Shen Xuan pulled the folding fan out of the ground, and the Azure Sky Swordheart Art within his body began to circulate wildly.

Dozens of azure Sword Qi energies soared into the sky, heading towards a powerful Windwing Tiger Race member on the left. The Sword Qi carried a resolute determination to fight to the death.

Tuo Bashan stomped his feet hard on the ground, and the Bluestone Slabs shattered beneath his feet.

His eyes were bloodshot, the blood of the Ancient Barbarian Tribe boiling within him, his muscles bulging, tearing his tattered combat uniform completely.

Ancient Barbarian Clan patterns appeared on his body as he charged towards a powerful member of the Netherbone Demon Race directly in front of him.

Su Qingyue formed hand seals, and her Mental Power condensed into three invisible spikes in front of her, piercing towards the Shadow Demon Race expert on her right.

Xiao Ran bit the tip of his tongue, unleashing his potential to cooperate with Zhang Zhi in defending the flank.

The vast chasm between their realms was laid bare the moment they made contact.

The powerful member of the Netherbone Demon Race sneered and raised his hand to strike out with a palm.

The black palm wind struck Tuo Bashan's chest. The Barbarian Clan patterns on Tuo Bashan's body flashed violently before completely dimming.

With the sound of bones breaking, Tuo Bashan spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, smashing into a thick stone pillar at the edge of the square before being buried under rubble.

Facing the incoming azure sword Sword Qi, the powerful Windwing Tiger Race warrior neither dodged nor evaded, but instead flicked his fingers repeatedly.

The Sword Qi shattered completely in mid-air. He lunged forward and kicked Shen Xuan in the stomach.

Shen Xuan crashed to the ground, his folding fan slipped from his hand, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't get up for a long time.

Su Qingyue's mental spike pierced the brow of the powerful Shadow Demon Race.

The powerful figure paused for only half a second before swinging out his black short blade.

Su Qingyue groaned, a line of blood seeping from between her brows. A wave of dizziness washed over her, blood gushed from her nose, and the backlash from her Mental Power forced her to retreat repeatedly.

Zhang Zhi and Xiao Ran fought desperately to block their way, but were suppressed by the combined efforts of the two Alien Races Experts.

Zhang Zhi's longsword broke into more than a dozen notches during the parry.

A large chunk of flesh was torn from Xiao Ran's left arm, revealing the stark white bone. In just one exchange, both of them had several deep, bone-revealing wounds, their combat uniforms stained crimson with blood.

The five were instantly put on the defensive, suppressed and in grave danger, their defensive line teetering on the brink of collapse.

In mid-air, Xue Dingtian saw this scene, and the shock he felt from being forced back by Chen Fan dissipated somewhat.

He regained the sense of superiority he had Sixth-Turn Prodigies.

He pointed his finger at Shen Xuan and the others who were trapped in a desperate situation below, and burst into wild laughter at Chen Fan.

"You are indeed a monster!" Xue Dingtian's voice echoed across the plaza, "But your companions are a bunch of pathetic trash!"

He watched Chen Fan's retreating figure, trying to see anger or despair in him.

"You can only watch helplessly as they are torn to pieces one by one. This is the consequence of offending our Blood Prison Clan!"