Two Styles of Astonishment and Fall

Lin Shen charged through the slaughter like a madman. He felt not the slightest pity for the Super Combustion Clan that had invaded the Human Mother Star.

The universal law of the cosmos was that the strong survived. If he could not seize back the Teleportation Device, the Human Mother Star would fall, and humanity's fate would be even more miserable than that of these Super Combustion Clan members.

A battlefield was not a place to display mercy.

What Lin Shen had not expected was that, despite his frenzied massacre, these Super Combustion Clan warriors showed not a trace of fear. They still swarmed forward, unafraid of death.

One Super Combustion Warrior after another charged at him with bloodshot eyes, as though they had gone insane.

Before Lin Shen could break out, another legion arrived.

This legion differed from the previous two. The life foundations they summoned resembled lanterns, each radiating eerie red light.

Bathed in that red light, Lin Shen immediately felt his strength and speed greatly diminished.

Such a small Super Combustion Clan has so many support legion warriors. If those great clans fought in legion formations, who knew how terrifying they would be. Lin Shen thought.

Seeing Lin Shen's momentum greatly weaken, the Elders of the Council of Elders finally let out long breaths of relief.

Other legions were also on their way. Lin Shen would surely be surrounded and killed.

Lin Shen also knew that if this continued, he could never kill all the Super Combustion Warriors from these legions.

He could only be glad that most of the Nirvana Realm Experts had gone to the Human Mother Star. Otherwise, his situation would have been even worse.

No longer wishing to fight, Lin Shen sheathed the slag blade at his waist, reached out to grasp the