Fifth-Turn Bone Tempering!
He had imagined a million possibilities: Chen Fan unleashing his mysterious trump card, Chen Fan using the White Emperor’s Token, Chen Fan even calling for reinforcements...
But he never imagined that he would go from being a senior who was preparing to watch the battle from the sidelines to becoming a main attacker who was assigned a mission!
And it was assigned to him by a ten-year-old brat in such a matter-of-fact tone!
What does "handed over to you" mean?
What do you mean by "damaging my territory"?
That's fucking bad!
Ling Feng felt as if ten thousand Starry Sky Behemoth were roaring and galloping through his heart. He was so frustrated that he almost choked on the word "damn it" and nearly suffered internal injuries.
He's an Eighth-Turn Bone Tempering!
One of the faces of the Human Race in the Core Zone!
Hey, he's not one of your thugs!
But the pillar of destructive fire was already within reach, giving him no time to think or complain.
"Roar!"
Ling Feng could only let out a roar mixed with frustration and anger. Without waiting any longer, the spear in his hand transformed into a silver dragon that tore through the sky, and fiercely met the dark red pillar of fire!
Boom!!
The silver dragon and the pillar of fire collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a blinding light, and the violent energy shockwave swept in all directions like a tsunami.
Amidst the scattering flames and shockwaves, Ling Feng was forced to meet Yan Xiao's gaze, which was also filled with astonishment and anger.
The great war was thus forced to begin in such an absurd way.
High in the sky, looking at Ling Feng, whom he had arranged so perfectly, Chen Fan nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he turned around and grinned at Shen Xuan, Tuo Bashan, and the others who were also stunned by the scene, revealing two rows of white teeth.
He pointed a finger down at the sea of flames below, composed of thousands of Firewing Race warriors, his tone as casual as if announcing the start of a game.
"An appetizer served before the main course."
"Whoever grabs the most gets to keep it!"
Before he finished speaking, his small body was the first to transform into a dazzling golden Stream of Light, like a divine warrior descending from the heavens, swooping down towards the thousands of Alien Races troops!
"Boom!"
The golden Stream of Light, like a meteorite from Beyond the Heavens, carrying the will of divine punishment, crashed into the crimson ocean composed of thousands of Firewing Race warriors.
There was no probing, no unnecessary action.
The moment Chen Fan landed, he unleashed a Star Shattering forward.
In an instant, the space in front of him seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and then suddenly crushed!
The terrifying force of the fist spread wildly in a fan shape, silently annihilating everything in its path, whether it was hard scales or powerful flesh.
A huge vacuum zone with a diameter of over 100 meters was forcibly cleared out.
Hundreds of elite Firewing Race vanished from the world before they could even utter a scream.
The once noisy and boisterous Alien Races army fell into a moment of deathly silence.
"Wow! They stole the kill!"
The roar shattered the silence.
Tuo Bashan, shirtless, like a savage beast awakening, followed closely behind Chen Fan as he charged into the enemy ranks.
He didn't use any specific techniques; it was just pure charging and punching.
Each strike carried the terrifying power to shatter mountains and split rocks. Anyone grazed or touched by him would have their tendons and bones broken, and a direct punch would cause them to explode into a cloud of blood mist.
On the other side, Shen Xuan remained the same elegant gentleman, gently waving a folding fan in his hand, his steps as leisurely as if he were strolling in his own backyard.
But with each wave of his fan, dozens of condensed, almost tangible, azure Sword Qi roared out, transforming into death storms that pierced the brows of the Alien Races Prodigies with unparalleled precision.
Harvesting, elegant and efficient.
Su Qingyue's figure was faintly visible at the edge of the battlefield, her icy blue eyes devoid of any emotion.
An invisible mental shock swept outwards like a tidal wave. Within the area it covered, swathes of Firewing Race warriors froze abruptly, their Divine Souls shattered, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they plummeted straight down from the sky.
This battle was never a close contest from the start; it was a one-sided massacre!
Driven by the terrifying war machine of Chen Fan and his three companions, the thirty-odd Human Race brought by Ling Feng also went completely Prodigies, tearing the army formation of thousands of Firewing Race to shreds like tigers descending a mountain.
Meanwhile, high in the sky...
Ling Feng channeled all the shock from the ground battlefield and the frustration of being used as a pawn by Chen Fan into a raging inferno, which he unleashed upon his opponent.
"Kill!"
He held back his spear without holding back, transforming it into a roaring silver dragon, each move ferocious and desperate, forcing the Seventh-Turn Peak Yan Xiao to retreat in disarray, utterly defeated and powerless to retaliate.
Yan Xiao was both shocked and furious.
He simply couldn't understand what kind of drug Ling Feng had taken.
They went berserk as soon as the fight started, acting like they wanted to take everyone down with them!
The fighting on the ground ended much faster than expected.
In less than a quarter of an hour, all of the thousands of menacing Firewing Race warriors had been annihilated, with none escaping.
A thick stench of blood filled the air, and corpses littered the ground.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Yan Xiao was greatly shocked and revealed a fatal flaw.
"Die!"
Ling Feng seized the opportunity, becoming one with his weapon. A dazzling silver light pierced the sky, instantly penetrating Yan Xiao's heart.
A violent gun intent erupted within him, annihilating his Divine Soul and Origin Dao Seed into nothingness.
Having slain his formidable enemy, Ling Feng felt no joy whatsoever. He descended from the sky, radiating a powerful aura of killing intent, and the earth trembled as he landed with a deafening crash.
His gaze was like lightning, fixed on the small figure in the middle of the Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood, and he strode angrily toward it.
He wanted to know for sure, on what grounds!
Why should he, Ling Feng, be used as a pawn?
However, when he walked up to Chen Fan, ready to confront him, he saw Chen Fan standing in the middle of a mountain of Alien Races corpses, smacking his lips with an expression of unsatisfied satisfaction.
Seeing this, all the questions Ling Feng had prepared got stuck in his throat.
"Senior Ling Feng, thank you for your hard work."
Chen Fan seemed not to see Ling Feng's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot. He chuckled, pointed to the corpses scattered on the ground, and then to the energy specks that the Yan Xiao, which Ling Feng had just blasted apart, had transformed into in the sky.
"I've finished the main course, so I won't be polite with this soup."
As soon as he finished speaking, he completely ignored Ling Feng, whose fists were clenched and veins were bulging, and who was on Ling Feng verge of going berserk. He then unleashed the "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture".
"Buzz!"
A towering, ancient, and desolate phantom of Great Furnace suddenly appeared, enveloping the entire battlefield.
An irresistible and terrifying suction force erupted from the Great Furnace.
On the ground, the Origin Dao Seeds that had not yet completely dissipated from the bodies of the thousands of Alien Races corpses, along with the pure energy transformed from the explosion of the Yan Xiao in the sky, all transformed into streams of Stream of Light, flowing wildly into Chen Fan's body like rivers flowing into the sea.
With a massive influx of energy, Chen Fan's aura began to surge wildly at an unbelievable speed!
Fourth-Turn Peak... Broken!
Boom!!
Under the horrified gazes of Ling Feng and everyone present, an incredibly thick and dazzling golden beam of light suddenly shot up from Chen Fan's body, piercing through the clouds and creating a huge vortex in the sky.
After absorbing all the benefits of this war, his cultivation level broke through with unstoppable momentum!
He directly stepped into... the Fifth-Turn Stage of Bone Tempering!
At that moment, heaven and earth fell silent.
The anger on Ling Feng's face had long since frozen, replaced by a blank and bewildered expression.