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A chilling roar echoed, and the soft flesh at the center of the hammer was smashed to bits. Blood erupted from within as the old hunter continued his relentless assault with the hammer.
The soft flesh was pulverized, showcasing the impressive power of this strike. The flesh of the Broken Back Flame Centipede was surprisingly tough, and countless Mind Bombs crackled, leaving only white marks on the softer bodies of other targets.
The Broken Back Flame Centipede charged wildly, unable to make effective judgments. More than a dozen hunters spread out, using their unique abilities to wear it down. Even though the Defense Power of the Broken Back Flame Centipede was astonishing, its claw-like appendages were gradually battered to a pulp.
The combat tactics of the Zerg relied heavily on a single long-range controlling Mother Empress or a royal Insectoid to devise strategies. If both the Insect King and Queen Mother were eliminated, the remaining Zerg members, regardless of their close-combat prowess, would struggle to organize an effective fight and could easily fall into chaos.
In truth, the intelligence of the Zerg was not innate; it was concentrated in a few individuals. The lower-ranking soldiers possessed little more than developed muscles and a basic understanding of attack methods. Even if their king was killed, they would find it difficult to mount a coherent offensive.
The current attack efficiency of the Broken Back Flame Centipede was completely uncontrollable. It swung its body violently in one direction, but the hunters did not remain stationary. They were unwilling to suffer serious injuries for this creature; even a slight touch could result in their hands being shattered by the centipede's might.
Despite this, breaking through the Defense Power of the Broken Back Flame Centipede remained a challenge. Concentrating fire on its soft flesh was merely treating symptoms rather than addressing the root cause. Beneath its powerful exterior lay a vulnerable heart, and the perceptive hunters saw through its attack patterns, launching varied flanking assaults.
In such moments, intelligence became apparent.
The old hunter gathered his strength once more; his "Cross Hammer" arm swelled as if filled with air, his body remaining still. As a result, when the Broken Back Flame Centipede felt pain and retaliated, its heavy body came crashing down in that fleeting moment.
This outcome was not something anyone could have predicted. The enraged Old Hunter had already descended into madness; thus, everyone else's attacks were merely intended to distract the Broken Back Flame Centipede from close-range strikes. However, this result had likely been anticipated long ago.
With a resounding "crack,"
In an instant, the old hunter found half of his body pinned to the ground, the hammer having just struck down with tremendous force. The immense recoil sent a wave of weightlessness through him, causing the hammer to slip from his grasp.
Unbeknownst to him, he had exerted far more power than he could handle. At that moment, his body sounded the alarm, and the state of rage he had entered quickly dissipated under the intense pain.
His eyes cleared as the effects of Sting faded away, and a tide of pain surged over him like a relentless wave.
With a gasp, Old Hunter John spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt nothing below his waist; it must have been crushed beyond recognition.
The pain was so overwhelming that he could hardly register it anymore; it was beyond any limit he had ever experienced, akin to a tragedy where countless ants devoured him alive.
The Broken Back Flame Centipede, struck by the blow, managed to rise again. Although the impact seemed trivial, it still affected its next move, preventing it from launching an immediate attack.
At that moment, all the hunters paused in shock. John’s condition was dire; he continued to cough up blood.
In such circumstances, rushing in to rescue him could very well cost them their own lives. This approach seemed extreme and irresponsible towards those who were still alive. Saving him didn’t seem worth it, yet they felt guilty for not trying.
However, Freyr suddenly shouted in anger.
He leaped high into the air, wielding the Crimson Sun Sword, which glowed with fiery brilliance under the influence of his Ability. He landed on top of the Broken Back Flame Centipede's head and swung his sharp sword with all his might. This strike pierced through the creature's tough exterior as Freyr unleashed his full power.
“Delayed Amplification—”
Freyr's figure blurred rapidly, like a shadow existing within the seams of time.
A series of interconnected afterimages rapidly emerged, segments of the Rift being sliced open by a sharp sword, much like a skilled surgeon deftly cutting through arteries. The hard Exoskeleton shattered layer by layer, breaking apart like soft butter, dissected piece by piece.
The body of the Broken Back Flame Centipede was swiftly disassembled, yet it showed no signs of pain. It fiercely utilized its muscles to maintain stability on the ground. However, this contraction caused a slip between the upper and lower muscles, resulting in a massive section of muscle being fully exposed.
Under the influence of time dilation, Freyr's movements appeared astonishingly swift. Nothing in this world is eternal; this truth extends to the ends of the universe. Yet there is one thing that can endure: speed. This was the special ability awakened through Freyr's exchange, known as Time's Bond. With just a slight crack in a solid wall, he could resolve it using time dilation.
Speed is invincible; standing on the unassailable ground sometimes requires no extraordinary exchanges. Time's Bond could precisely turn the tide.
He dragged the Crimson Sun Sword across the ground, its edge resembling a surgical knife dissecting a giant centipede. If attacks were ineffective, then let time resolve everything. The pain transcended dimensions as the Broken Back Flame Centipede struggled violently, its body shaking from multiple fractures, yearning to revert everything back to how it was.
To Freyr, the Broken Back Flame Centipede appeared as if it were slowed down a million times. With just a flick of his finger, he could perceive all its movement trajectories. Its robust body and hard muscles made his hands tingle with numbness, but this did not affect his speed; rather, he simply needed to complete the entire process for everything to end.
"Time Bond n times—" a roar echoed out, but at that moment, no one would hear its heart's cry. Everything seemed to reach the end of time; those around had faces twisted in slow-motion agony that gradually revealed expressions of astonishment.
It seemed some were beginning to sense something amiss.
To outsiders, it appeared as merely the normal passage of time—just a few seconds had passed—but to Freyr, the details on their faces resembled frames from a slowed-down film, Zhen Head, each expression dragging out humorously and amusingly.
"It’s over!" Freyr's roar resounded once more as Time Bond manifested again, engulfing everything and immediately wrapping them in the end of time.
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