The Flame Spirit Clan's lead monster wore a smug look, as if victory were already within its grasp.
Just then, a gigantic curtain of light descended from the sky, enveloping every foreign race member.
"This saves us the trouble of letting anyone escape. Old Ma, let's attack together."
Fang Xingyun dropped from the sky. His high-tech armor opened its helmet, revealing his entire face, while the aura of his second Life Evolution continuously radiated from him.
"Good. Let's attack together."
Ma Mingyu smiled and charged forward with his sword raised. As soon as he arrived, he had sensed the aura of another human who had undergone a second Life Evolution nearby. Now, that person had arrived.
The Flame Spirit Clan's commander was completely panicked. Just moments ago, it had planned to take this fellow prisoner while he was injured—the same man who had once slaughtered its people on the battlefield.
But in the blink of an eye, it had fallen into a complete disadvantage. It might not even make it out alive.
I can't just sit here and wait to die. Right, there's still that item. A human figure flashed through its mind.
That human had helped it reach Pengcheng and had even given it an item.
According to that person, the item seemed capable of summoning him.
It fumbled inside its clothes, and a token appeared in its hand.
"What's that?" Fang Xingyun had already killed seven minor monsters that had undergone a first Life Evolution. He was now very close to the Flame Spirit Clan's commander.
He was close enough to see what it was doing with its hand.
"It's the True Martial Token! It can summon monsters from the True Martial Sect!"
Ma Mingyu shouted as he swept his longsword sideways. A long streak of Sword Qi shot out, stabbing straight toward the Flame Spirit Clan commander's face.
It was too late. The Flame Spirit Clan commander had already infused the token with its blood energy. As the energy poured in, a black formation appeared beneath its feet.
The next moment, a strange hand reached out and clamped tightly around the Flame Spirit Clan commander.
It dissolved the Sword Qi Ma Mingyu had fired straight at it.
"You finally used it, little bug. Your body is mine!" A bone-chilling voice came from the shadow.
The shadow had no intention of helping the Flame Spirit Clan. Instead, it crawled out at astonishing speed and instantly spread across its body.
It wrapped the commander completely. Then a bewitching, demonic melody rang out from the Flame Spirit Clan commander, making it the center of the sound.
"You deceived me! You deceived me!!! Damn humans, you're so despicable!"
The Flame Spirit Clan commander's howls grew fainter and fainter. Its originally red body gradually turned completely black.
Even its fiery red eyes took on a strange hue.
Its aura surged higher and higher, reaching the peak of the second Life Evolution in just a few breaths.
"Stop it! The True Martial Sect Disciple is trying to break through to the third Life Evolution. Possessing a Flame Spirit Clan member must be one of the conditions!"
Ma Mingyu shouted as the sword in his hand shot out. After killing several minor monsters, it circled around the creature, attacking it without pause.
Fang Xingyun understood the gravity of the situation too. His entire body shot into the sky, and he clenched his right fist.
"True Martial Seven Star Fist!"
With a furious roar, his fist seemed to summon the universe beneath the stars, shaking loose a vast, boundless river of stars.
That river of stars plunged swiftly toward the monster.
Already harried by the sword, the monster had no chance to dodge. It could only let the terrifying attack slam into its body.
"Roar!!" It let out a pained, savage growl, and the murderous light in its eyes was about to fade away.
"Bang!"
A surge of power erupted from its body, far beyond the second Life Evolution, yet somehow feeble.
It was as if its original breakthrough ritual had been interrupted by an outside force. Even its ugly face grew more savage.
At the same time, a Flying Boat approached. The cabin door opened, and Sun Wenbin, fully armed, leaped out.
"This monster failed to break through. It can only maintain its current state for a little while. Brothers, let's attack together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a long saber was already in his hand.
"Clang!" The saber struck the monster with a thunderous clang, but the monster quickly reacted and grabbed it.
It was just about to strike with its other hand when a tremendous force slammed into its back. It was Fang Xingyun's fist.
Seizing the monster's opening, Ma Mingyu thrust his longsword forward like a venomous snake darting out of a rainforest, stabbing a huge, gaping hole through it.
"Argh."
The monster roared, its strength rapidly waning. The three human Martial Artists who had undergone a second Life Evolution fought it relentlessly, heedless of the cost.
Even it couldn't handle a situation like this.
Damn it, how could that idiot let himself end up in this situation?
The True Martial Sect Disciple possessing the Flame Spirit Clan commander cursed under his breath. Then an intensely strange power, carrying boundless heat, burst outward from him, instantly blasting all three men away.
It was the fusion of the True Martial Sect's cultivation art and the Flame Spirit Clan's innate ability.
"It's trying to escape! We can't let it!"
Sun Wenbin forced his body to a halt by jamming his saber into the ground. The rain around them had grown torrential.
At this point, even his vision was starting to blur.
If the monster really escaped, the Pengcheng police would surely be punished. More importantly, who knew how many people would be slaughtered by the monster because of his negligence?
"Five Prison Sword Art! Hell of Senluo!"
Ma Mingyu soared into the sky, his sword dancing without pause. In the blink of an eye, he had constructed a cage that looked utterly terrifying.
The cage then wrapped tightly around the monster at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
"Pfft!" As the sword art took effect, Ma Mingyu spat out a mouthful of blood. The frenzied circulation of blood energy in his body had stirred up his hidden injuries, leaving his body unable to bear the strain.
"Brother Ma, rest for now. The two of us will handle the rest." Seeing that Ma Mingyu had restrained the monster, Sun Wenbin's face immediately brightened.
He turned to reassure Ma Mingyu.
In that brief moment, Fang Xingyun had already charged forward and punched the trapped monster.
That punch seemed powerful enough to shatter the sun. Unlike his earlier punches, it wasn't profound at all—it was pure, absolute force.
So pure that it glowed with a scorching red light.
"Bang!" His fist struck the monster, widening the gaping hole Ma Mingyu had just stabbed into it several times over and pulverizing its heart along with it.
"Done!" Sun Wenbin's eyes lit up. Afraid the monster might still have a shred of life left, he raised his saber and unleashed more than three hundred strikes against it in five seconds.
Dust billowed everywhere. The trapped monster let out a series of agonized howls, then disintegrated into chunks of flesh.
In a corner where no one was watching, a shadow peeled away from the monster and burrowed underground.