How come they had outside help?

Lu Heng gripped the Goblin Battleaxe tightly in one hand, his muscles taut in a state of readiness. Despite the continuous breaching attacks and the alien mopping-up operations, he did not relax for a moment, his mental perception spreading out in all directions, locking onto the Portal in front of him, which was covered with dense cracks.

The cracks crisscrossing the surface of the door frame were irreversible damage left from the previous attempts to forcefully attack when the space opened. The entire wasteland was deathly silent, without any wind or roars of beasts, only the silent patterns on the Portal concealing any potential disturbances. Lu Heng remained focused and vigilant, waiting for the next opening of the door while also guarding against any surprise attacks lurking within.

After a brief silence, a faint light quietly appeared on the dark patterns of the Portal. The solid spatial barrier slowly expanded, and a narrow gap gradually opened, connecting to the alien Plane on the other side.

Through the gap, a Green Demon cautiously peeked out.

Its movements were extremely stealthy, with most of its body tucked inside the Portal, only its head and half a shoulder showing. Its eyes warily scanned the environment outside the portal, not daring to step out of the spatial passage rashly. These low-level alien races had keen instincts and could clearly sense the lingering aura of battle outside the portal, as well as the oppressive feeling left by the strong.

Its body stiffened instantly when its gaze fell on Lu Heng's raised battle axe and the heavy armor wreckage still lying on the ground.

Without any probing or charging, the Green Demon completely abandoned the idea of venturing out to investigate. It quickly exerted force with its limbs and its body rapidly retreated, determined to retreat deep into the Portal to avoid danger.

Just as its form completely retreated into the doorway and the spatial barrier was about to close,

A highly condensed dark energy attack shot out from the depths of the Portal without warning, its speed reaching its limit, aiming directly at Lu Heng's vital points.

An extreme, deadly danger instantly assaulted his senses, causing Lu Heng's mental energy to issue a frantic warning, and all the nerves in his body to tense up abruptly.

There was no time to dodge or adjust his posture. His body relied entirely on the instinctive reactions honed from countless battles. He suddenly exerted force with both arms, raising the heavy battle axe horizontally in front of him to withstand the sudden attack.

A dull, explosive impact resounded.

A terrifying penetrating force instantly filled the axe, and the immense power pierced through the weapon's barrier, slamming into Lu Heng's body. The enormous impact directly threw him off balance, sending him flying uncontrollably backward before crashing heavily to the ground, tumbling several times before barely coming to a stop.

The moment he landed, his chest trembled violently, his internal organs churned, he desperately suppressed the surging, metallic taste in his throat, and his limbs felt noticeably weak and aching.

At the critical moment, the Blood Taisui Mycelium hidden on Lu Heng's body surface was instantly fully activated. The fine Mycelium intertwined layer by layer, forming a close-fitting protective layer that withstood most of the damage from the sudden attack, protecting his bones and internal organs and preserving his foundation.

However, the power of this attack far exceeded that of the conventional one, and even with the Blood Taisui as a backup, it still caused serious losses.

The Mycelium intertwined on the body surface withered, curled up, and broke in large areas. The originally vibrant and wriggling protective barrier was severely damaged, and many protective layers completely collapsed, leaving the overall condition in a dilapidated state. The Blood Taisui urgently needs external Origin Energy to nourish and repair itself; otherwise, its protective capabilities will be greatly reduced in subsequent battles.

Lu Heng gripped the soil tightly with his hands, using it for support, and gritted his teeth to struggle to his feet, slowly straightening up.

He quickly assessed his own condition and clearly sensed that his internal energy was severely depleted, his body's protective defenses were damaged, and his overall combat effectiveness had declined significantly.

There is only one accurate judgment in my heart.

The sudden sneak attack was incredibly powerful, far beyond what a regular Silver Tier fighter could inflict. The single Silver Executioner I had fought before was less than a tenth the strength of this attack, indicating that my previous assessment of its power was severely flawed.

Currently, the condition is extremely poor; the Blood Taisui is severely damaged, and the individual lacks strength, putting them in a very passive position.

There are no shortcuts to repairing injuries, restoring the Blood Taisui, and returning to peak condition.

Only by slaying the powerful alien race member who is about to appear, and relying on his own Greedy Wolf Power, can he completely devour the original energy within the opponent's body, absorb its essence, replenish all his losses, and repair the damaged Mycelium protective layer.

Once the decision was made, Lu Heng no longer hesitated. He loosened his grip on the battle axe, letting his arm hang naturally, and quickly switched weapons with his fingertips.

A cold, hard touch enveloped my palm; Kiss of Nightmare was instantly in my grasp.

The current situation is not suitable for a prolonged battle; he must finish the fight quickly and decisively, eliminating the risks of prolonged attrition.

At this moment, the spatial gap in the Portal ahead fully expanded, and the previously turbulent spatial fluctuations gradually stabilized.

Two tall, heavily armored figures with identical postures stepped steadily out of the Portal, one after the other, and landed firmly on their feet.

The entire body was covered in heavy, jet-black armor, the plates thick and tight, exuding a cold and murderous aura. It lacked the ferocity and rage of ordinary alien races, only the calm and oppressive feeling of someone who had been through countless battles.

The exact same outfit, the exact same aura.

Two Goblin Executioner appear in the world at the same time.

Lu Heng calmed his mind, his gaze sharp as a knife, and locked onto the two enemies approaching from the front and back.

With his body fully adjusted, he steadily raised the gun, aimed it at the enemy ahead, and lightly touched the trigger, ready to unleash a full-force, explosive burst of fire.

Lu Heng calmed his mind, his gaze sharp as a knife, and locked onto the two enemies approaching from the front and back.

With his body fully adjusted, he steadily raised the gun, aimed it at the enemy ahead, and lightly touched the trigger, ready to unleash a full-force, explosive burst of fire.

The executioner at the front did not quicken his pace. The narrow slit in his helmet was fixed on the strangely shaped weapon, and his steps were slightly off-center, deliberately avoiding direct contact with the muzzle.

The one following closely behind quietly slid to the side, beginning to maneuver and try to distract Lu Heng.

They didn't rush in, seemingly weighing the potential threat posed by the weapon before them.

Lu Heng slowly applied downward pressure with his fingertips.

Just before the trigger was pulled to the bottom, the patterns engraved on the heavy armor of the two executioners suddenly lit up with a dark black light.

A faint black mist seeped out from the gaps in the armor plates, and the two auras converged in the air.

An invisible sense of constraint suddenly Lu Heng.

Lu Heng immediately sensed something was wrong.

This surging dark power was extremely unfamiliar, and did not belong to the two executioners at all.

It is the patterns engraved on the armor that are being activated, indicating that an external force is attached to their heavy armor and is spreading and exerting pressure outward through the armor.

Lu Heng's heart tightened, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

This isn't right, why are there foreign players?