War God Falls

At the same time, Vulture Li Yao and his group were carefully advancing through the wilderness, not wishing to provoke any monsters.

The three War Gods behind him—two of Asian descent and one Caucasian—were equally cautious, scanning their surroundings for fear of alerting any monsters or drawing the attention of Luo Feng.

The elite martial artists, whether carrying crates or wielding weapons, were just as wary.

"Vulture, where are we taking these things?" one of the Asian men asked.

"Sakata Bear, you need to be patient."

Li Yao was quite wary of this former Japanese man with the thick, fleshy face; if not for his Black God set, he would never have dared to hire this high-level War God.

Hearing the language spoken by Li Yao and the Asian man, Luo Feng realized they were from Japan before the Great Nirvana. He felt not a shred of goodwill toward them.

Japan had been an economic powerhouse before the Great Nirvana. However, as an island nation that had over-hunted sharks and other large fish, they faced a reckoning.

When the monsters mutated during the Great Nirvana, sharks and other large marine life became incredibly powerful. There were many Lord-level sea monsters, and even King-Level Monsters! By the Lord and King levels, these creatures possessed intelligence comparable to humans.

So, they took their revenge!

They gathered a massive army and besieged the Japanese islands!

In the end, under the assault of endless sea monsters, avian monsters from the sky, and King-Level Monsters, the nation fell!

Only a few million people remained, scattered across the world. After decades of recuperation, these Japanese people were now considered a small ethnic group.

Meanwhile, China had not only retained its strength but had seen its international status soar after the Great Nirvana, even producing Hong, the number one powerhouse in the world.

How could they not be jealous of China? That was why these Japanese had sent two people this time: one high-level War God and one intermediate War God.

One had to realize that the Japanese were now just a small ethnic group; they had only one planetary-level martial artist—those who had surpassed the War God level—and only five or six high-level War Gods. This represented a tenth of their total power, which showed just how deep their jealousy toward China ran.

120 meters, 100 meters, 80 meters. When Luo Feng reached a distance of 80 meters from Li Yao's group, he stopped.

At this moment, the six flying knives buried in the ground of the wilderness were less than 20 meters away from the two Japanese War Gods and the white War God!

"Move!" Luo Feng's gaze turned cold.

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

Eight black streaks of light erupted from the ground just five meters away from them. It likely took only a thousandth of a second for the eight black lightning bolts to make their first contact with their targets!

"Hm?" Li Yao, hearing the commotion, was extremely alert.

The instant the flying knives shot out, a black light flashed across Vulture Li Yao's face, and the Black God set covered him completely, leaving no blind spots.

Unfortunately... Luo Feng's target was not him.

The eight flying knives split into three groups. Four black streaks attacked the high-level War God Sakata Bear, while the other four were divided, two each, flying toward Kitahara Tsuyoshi and Field.

The target is me!

As a high-level War God, Sakata Bear reacted instantly, his long spear dancing to form a silver glow that knocked all four flying knives away.

"Such immense force?" However, Luo Feng's flying knives were not easy to parry, let alone four at once. His arm went numb, and only through sheer willpower did he keep from dropping his spear. With a face full of terror and resentment, he shouted at Li Yao, "Li Yao, you tricked me..."

Before he could finish, a flying knife pierced his throat from behind, and he collapsed to the ground, full of unwillingness.

High-level War God, "Silver Spear" Sakata Bear, had fallen!

The other two War Gods fared no better. Kitahara Tsuyoshi held a shield in one hand and a slightly curved saber in the other.

Facing the two incoming flying knives, Kitahara Tsuyoshi swung his saber. With a clang, he managed to deflect one, but the massive force contained within the blade was beyond his expectations. The shield he had raised to block the second knife instantly deformed.

Puchi!

The second flying knife shot straight through Kitahara Tsuyoshi's skull, causing his head to explode.

Intermediate War God Kitahara Tsuyoshi, had fallen!

The tall, thin white man, Field, held a shield in one hand and a thin sword in the other.

Field let out a low roar.

"Clang!" The sharp sword in his hand barely managed to block one of Luo Feng's flying knives.

"Puchi!" The other knife grazed his neck, slicing off a chunk of flesh.

"I'm not dead," Field thought, letting out a secret sigh of relief.

"Puchi!"

The flying knife that had missed returned from behind, piercing through Field's skull. Red and white matter sprayed into the air!

Another intermediate War God, Field, had fallen!

"Damn it! I didn't expect that brat's strength to be this terrifying. I must kill him today, otherwise..."

Seeing three War Gods fall in an instant, Li Yao was consumed by a towering rage, followed by a deep, bone-chilling dread.

"Die!"

Vulture Li Yao's face was twisted, his eyes filled with murderous intent. While still in mid-air, he let out a roar and swung his right-handed saber with all his might!

Whoosh!

Growing as it caught the wind, Vulture Li Yao's arm suddenly surged to over ten meters in length. It was bizarre to see a human martial artist with a ten-meter-long black arm! Holding the saber, this suddenly elongated arm lashed out, viciously hacking down toward Luo Feng!

"Swish!"

Luo Feng had been keeping a close watch on Li Yao's movements, and having learned of the Black God set's effects from Guan Ning, he remained wary of such bizarre attacks. Despite his confusion, he soared into the sky, narrowly evading Li Yao's strike.

"Puchi!"

As Luo Feng ascended, Li Yao's attack slammed into the ground. The immense force contained within the blow carved a deep trench into the earth; though only a few dozen centimeters long, the sheer power behind it was staggering.

What a strange blade! Luo Feng felt a jolt in his heart. Had it not been for Guan Ning's warning, he would surely have been injured by now. Ignoring Li Yao, who had landed back on the ground, he turned his icy gaze toward the group of elite warriors below.

"Die!"

Eight throwing knives immediately fanned out!

Dealing with these elite personnel, none of whom were even War Gods, was more than enough. When the eight knives hovered in mid-air, not only did the elites' eyes fill with terror, but even Li Yao's expression shifted drastically. With an angry roar, he lunged upward into the sky.

"No!"

"Don't!"

The elite warriors panicked, scrambling to flee.

"All of you, die!" Luo Feng's gaze was cold as he looked down from above.

The eight throwing knives transformed into streaks of deadly blood-red light! From different directions, they crisscrossed into the dense crowd like a meat grinder!

"No!" a burly black man shouted as a crimson beam pierced through his chest.

"Ah!" A white elite warrior had his head blown apart by a strike.

Seeing the men he had brought being slaughtered by Luo Feng, Li Yao naturally could not sit idly by. However, Luo Feng was incredibly agile in the air, repeatedly dodging his attacks. Li Yao had no choice but to let out a roar of impotent rage, stomping the ground to launch himself skyward again and again, but all his efforts were in vain.

The elite warriors also tried to escape, but before Luo Feng, they had no hope of fleeing. As for resisting, they were utterly unable to withstand the force contained within the throwing knives, and could only walk step by step toward death in despair.

The twenty or thirty elite warriors Li Yao had brought were wiped out by Luo Feng in just two or three minutes. All that remained were Li Yao, the dozen or so researchers, and the intact crates on the ground. These personnel were the researchers for the Laser Cannon, and the crates contained the complete weapon itself—a priceless treasure that could not be allowed to be destroyed.

Streaks of light shot out instantly, eight beams roaring like eight dragons. A violent sonic boom echoed across the heavens and earth. Luo Feng's eyes, burning like fire, were fixed solely on Li Yao.

"Go to hell!"

The eight streaks of light followed a curved trajectory, moving with such speed that Li Yao had no chance to dodge, slamming into him simultaneously!

"Hmph, throwing knives?" A trace of disdain flashed in Li Yao's eyes.

"Boom!"

An unimaginably terrifying force instantly transmitted through the Black God set. Even with ninety percent of the impact absorbed, the remaining force was still frighteningly large.

Each blade carried an impact of over 280,000 kilograms; eight blades meant an impact of over 2 million kilograms! Even with ninety percent reduction, over 200,000 kilograms of force remained!

"Pfft!"

Li Yao, still on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood. Even with his high-level War God physique, enduring an impact of over 200,000 kilograms left him injured.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Li Yao roared internally. "I am at the peak of the high-level War God realm, and I have the Black God set! Even those who have surpassed the War God level, the 'Councilors,' could at most injure me to this extent. How could I be wounded by him?"

"No, I must escape, or I will die at his hands!"

Li Yao instantly realized his current predicament. Forget about killing Luo Feng to avenge his son; he wasn't even sure if he could survive this encounter.

"Boom!"

Li Yao erupted with power, reaching twice the speed of sound as he fled the scene at breakneck speed.

"Wait here; the people from the Limit Martial Hall will arrive shortly."

Luo Feng had been prepared for a defensive struggle and hadn't expected Li Yao to flee. He only had time to toss out that one sentence before rushing off in pursuit. He would not let this golden opportunity to kill Li Yao slip by; even if success wasn't guaranteed, one could always hope for a stroke of luck.

Just as Luo Feng was chasing Li Yao, Guan Ning had followed the map to the lake where Mist Island was located.

The lake, spanning a hundred kilometers in radius, looked vast and mighty, yet the entire area was shrouded in thick, dense fog. Curiously, the land surrounding the lake, even the very shoreline, was completely devoid of mist, which appeared highly unnatural.

The fog seemed endless, and the deeper one looked toward the center of the lake, the thicker it became, making it impossible to see what lay in the distance.

"Finally here!"

Guan Ning let out a sigh of relief and activated his communication watch: "Tuantuan."

He was calling the intelligent combat aircraft; "Tuantuan" was the name he had given to the AI within the craft.

This lake was clearly extraordinary, and it was teeming with Lord-Level Monsters, specifically of the electric eel variety. Guan Ning was not a Psychic Master, and although he had already purchased an SS-Grade Insulation Suit and a small foot-pedal board, even with those, he could not guarantee he would be able to make it through.