Reaping the Martial Saints

"All Federation armies, show no mercy to the foreign races!"

Just then, a cold voice reached the ears of the Federation's higher-ups.

It was the voice of Chen Xia, the Federation's Holy Lord.

His tone brooked no doubt and carried absolute authority.

Hearing Chen Xia's voice, the Federation's higher-ups seemed to have been injected with stimulants, issuing orders down the chain of command as well.

The boundless Northern Mang Forest was filled with the Federation's vast armies charging forward. Above them, countless aircraft rampaged like maddened beasts, wantonly tearing through and crushing the densely packed foreign armies scattering below like locusts.

The Federation's latest fighter jets attacked like steel vultures that had caught the scent of blood. Maintaining an ultra-low-altitude flight, they let out muffled roars as they skimmed close to the canopy of the sea of trees.

Beneath their fuselages, flashes of fire flickered without end. Ammunition shrieked sharply as it poured with deadly precision into the forest below.

There, the once-arrogant foreign army had fallen into unprecedented chaos, fleeing wildly like headless flies.

Boom! Boom-boom-boom!

Explosions rolled on without end. The earth shook violently, as if groaning in agony.

Towering ancient trees let out sharp crackling cries of anguish amid the flames, then were blasted into countless burning fragments.

Massive fireballs rose into the sky. Every bloom carried countless shattered foreign limbs and charred splinters of wood, illuminating the originally dim forest floor with the flickering light of hell.

Terrifying shock waves spread outward in rings like invisible walls of death. The low-ranking foreign warriors were often shaken into pieces and reduced to miserable clouds of blood before they could even scream.

"For the Federation! For the Human Race! Kill! Kill them all!"

On the ground, the Federation's armies gave furious chase. Behind them came various armored torrents,