He didn't have time to turn around.
A dark purple claw has been pressed against his Heavenly Spirit Cap.
Gently at first.
Then, he pressed down hard.
Click.
The sound was particularly clear in the silent forest.
The Martial Saint seven-segment body slipped from the branch and fell on the rotten leaves. Its limbs twitched twice and stopped moving.
Nether Flood Dragon disappeared when he fell.
Clean and neat.
Next.
On the left side of the dense forest, two Martial Saint Fifth Stage squatted back to back at the root of an old tree.
When the sound of bone cracking came, the two of them frowned at the same time.
"What sound?"
"It's the direction of the leader..."
The last half of the sentence was still stuck in my throat.
A ray of dark purple light passed over their heads, so fast that it left no afterimage.
They both looked up at the same time.
The crown of the tree shook, but there was nothing else
They both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
However, when he lowered his head, the partner on the left noticed that his partner still kept his head raised.
But the head is gone.
The fracture is uneven and the bone stubble is everted.
It was bitten off by Nether Flood Dragon.
"Ah--!"
The screams just started.
Nether Flood Dragon's dragon tail whipped out from the darkness and hit him on the waist.
The whole person folded into a V shape, flew out, hit a tree trunk, and his internal organs poured out of his mouth.
The scene was extremely bloody.
This is the difference between Martial Emperor level Exotic Beast and Martial Saint.
There is no room for discussion.
To the right of the dense forest.
Six people heard the noise and drew their weapons at the same time.
"It's Exotic Beast! There's a Exotic Beast raid!"
"Form up! Form into formation quickly!"
The reaction of these six people was not slow, and the swords were unsheathed quickly enough.
Standing back to back in a circle, Spirit Pattern on the cursed weapon lights up at the same time, and the lights intertwine to form a defensive shield.
The formation has just been formed.
The soil beneath my feet loosened.
It's like something is arching up from directly below.
The first person who felt something strange was the man standing due south. He looked down.
The next second, boom!
Nether Flood Dragon emerged from the ground and appeared right in the center of the six-man formation.
The pupils of the six people were raised to their maximum size at the same time.
Nether Flood Dragon Open your mouth.
Dark purple Dragon Breath squirts.
The six people, together with the ground beneath their feet, all evaporated in an instant within the range covered by Dragon Breath.
Not even ashes left.
There is a huge circular pit on the ground
Deep in the jungle.
The remaining ANBU members finally came to their senses and began to respond.
Someone started running.
Someone tried to fight back.
But it's all in vain and useless.
Nether Flood Dragon's speed is not at a level they can understand.
Martial Emperor's level of physical fitness crushes Martial Saint, just like an elephant crushing an ant.
No skills required.
Six seconds.
Six more fell down.
Three were smashed to pieces by claws.
The two were thrown away by the dragon's tail, collided together, and their skeletons fell apart.
One was bitten on the upper body by Nether Flood Dragon, shook it twice, and threw it out.
The remaining five were crowded together, with their energy and blood fully activated, and Gale Qi's body protection stretched to the highest level.
Nether Flood Dragon stopped ten meters in front of them.
He tilted his head.
There was no murderous intent in his vertical pupils.
Just boredom.
Then it yawned.
The moment the mouth opened, the five people saw what was inside the mouth.
The fragment of the cursed weapon was stuck between his teeth.
It just chewed it up.
The legs of all five people became weak at the same time.
Nether Flood Dragon didn't give them any more time to think.
His figure flashed.
After five muffled beeps.
The jungle was completely quiet.
When Lin Feng walked over from a distance, Nether Flood Dragon was squatting next to a pile of debris.
It burped.
A few broken Eastern Isle cursed weapon fragments came out of his mouth and fell to the ground with a clang.
Lin Feng lowered his head and glanced at the battlefield.
Twenty corpses.
No.
Twenty piles, to be precise.
Because there is not a single complete body.
Ten seconds.
From the first Martial Saint falling down in seven stages, to the last five people being beaten to pieces.
No more than ten seconds before and after.
Lin Feng bent down and rummaged through the wreckage.
Most things were broken.
Storage Bag, communicator, and sidearms were all completely destroyed by Nether Flood Dragon's Dragon Breath or the impact.
But next to a relatively complete wreckage, he found a communicator.
The casing is cracked, but the screen is still on.
Information editing interface.
An unsent message.
The recipient is encrypted and cannot be identified.
The content is only one line.
"The target has been connected to the network, Toxic Miasma Abyss is in place."
Lin Feng stared at this line of text for two seconds.
Toxic Miasma Abyss.
His mental power pushed him deeper into the valley.
Behind the material warehouse, under the cover of dense forests, there is an area where the spiritual energy fluctuations are extremely abnormal.
The strong poisonous atmosphere seeped out from the ground, and the moment the mental power touched the edge, the feedback signal began to blur.
Interfering poisonous miasma formation.
The area is very large, covering at least several kilometers in radius.
Obviously this was not a temporary arrangement.
Lin Feng took a screenshot of the information in the communicator and threw it away.
He turned around and patted Nether Flood Dragon on the head.
"Let's go."
Nether Flood Dragon retracted into the shape of a cat and jumped on his shoulder.
Lin Feng turned over Earth Dragon.
The direction has not changed.
Go straight to Toxic Miasma Abyss.
Earth Dragon took four hooves, walked through the dense forest, and galloped towards the area filled with poisonous gas.
--
At the same time.
Nanjiang total Command Center.
On the third underground floor, there is an exquisitely decorated secret room.
Ye Chuxia is sitting on a mahogany chair, holding a glass of wine in his hand.
Thirty-seven years old, with delicate facial features and a straight military uniform.
It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the word "traitor".
There was a document spread out on the table in front of her.
Duan Hongyuan's trip record.
A communications soldier stood in front of her, lowering his head and reporting.
"Report to Deputy Chief of Staff, General Duan has been placed in conference room No. 7."
"The blocking formations have all been activated, and the communication shield covers the entire building."
"He is currently... not resisting."
"A look of leisure and contentment."
Ye Chuxia took a sip of wine.
"No resistance?"
"What the hell is this old guy doing?"
"Yes, General Duan just sat there and said nothing."
Ye Chuxia's mouth corners rose slightly.
"Of course he won't resist."
She put down her wine glass and stood up.
He walked to the wall and pressed the switch on the hidden compartment.
A screen pops up in the wall.
On the screen is the real-time monitoring screen of Toxic Miasma Abyss.
In the picture, at the edge of the dense forest, a figure riding Earth Dragon is approaching quickly.
Ye Chuxia looked at that figure.
The curvature of the corners of the mouth became wider.
"Coming."
She turned around, picked up the wine glass, and shook it slightly.
"Toxic Miasma Abyss."
Her voice is very soft.
"I spent ten years channeling the poisonous veins of the entire mountain range into one place to create a furnace."
"Even if Martial Emperor goes in, it will turn into blood."
She looked at the figure getting closer and closer on the screen.
A sinister light flashed in his eyes.
"Lin Feng."
"Your myth is over."