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"Report, Captain! We can't reach the two scouts. They must have accidentally activated the Dungeon final stage."
"Damn it! I should have given that bookworm a heads up. Prepare for battle!" Xiao Ming said in a low voice, leaping into action as he shouted into the earpiece.
"Understood!"
Behind him, several team members began to shimmer with light, summoning variously shaped Beasts from the Beast Space. These individuals were all Beast Masters, part of a unit directly under the Military Department.
"Magma is rising! Watch out for it!" Xiao Ming commanded, his body already soaring into the air at an unimaginable speed, his feet barely touching the ground as if it were solid.
Meanwhile, the figure of a female officer had vanished behind him.
"Create platforms and be careful to avoid lava damage," Xiao Ming instructed, even as he gracefully landed in front of the Steel Lord after several agile steps in mid-air.
It was quite a sight—this creature stood at least seven stories tall.
As Xiao Ming appeared within a hundred meters of the Steel Lord, he couldn't help but marvel at its size. Most of its body was covered in exposed iron plating, but there were also joints and parts of its body flowing with a molten substance.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Ming exhaled slowly, and alongside his breath, a small figure emerged beside him—a snow-white Wind Weasel, no larger than an infant.
"Feng Lian."
Xiao Ming raised his left arm, gathering swirling heat and wind. The Wind Weasel let out a sharp cry just before he made a swift motion with his hand, slicing through the air.
The gathered heat transformed into razor-sharp wind blades that shot forth, distorting the space momentarily as they raced toward the Steel Lord.
As the cutting wind blades launched forward, they began to spin rapidly, resembling a saw cutting through flesh.
The Steel Lord had initially ignored Xiao Ming's attack, continuing to spew black smoke while molten lava flowed from its body, stimulating the ground beneath it and causing more Magma to surge forth.
However, when that wind blade struck its massive chest, it sliced through as effortlessly as a hot knife through butter.
The seemingly indestructible steel was cut with an exceptionally smooth edge. A surge of fiery light erupted from the head of the Steel Lord, a manifestation of its fury. It raised its arm, attempting to shatter the Feng Lian.
Xiao Ming observed this with a cold smile.
Yun Lie's voice was low, but in the next moment, the spinning wind saw, which was only about a meter long, suddenly expanded. A large volume of highly condensed air currents formed countless small air blades that stirred up the ground under their inertia.
At the location of the massive Steel Lord's chest, a spherical Wind Field formed, lifting and shredding numerous mechanical fragments within it. Even when the Steel Lord raised its hand to make contact with the Wind Field, it ignited waves of fire.
Xiao Ming narrowed his eyes at this scene. The gauntlet was incredibly tough; he couldn't tell what grade of material it was made from. He had recently been thinking about forging a longsword. As he pondered this, he noticed the Wind Field gradually dissipating.
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