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Feng Tianlong's eyes glimmered with a cold light, the killing techniques honed through years of slaughter now fully displayed. Every movement he made was precise, every attack mercilessly lethal. The soldiers around him fell one by one, powerless to resist. Feng Tianlong moved like the Grim Reaper, his speed of killing so swift that it left no time for reaction; in mere moments, the ground was littered with corpses.
Chen Yao witnessed this scene, her heart ablaze with a mix of anger and fear. Gritting her teeth, she fought against her exhaustion and sense of helplessness, struggling to stand. She could not bear to watch Feng Tianlong massacre the innocent soldiers. A strong sense of justice compelled her; no matter what, she had to stop this slaughter.
“Feng Tianlong! Stop right now!” Chen Yao shouted, her voice filled with immense anger and despair. Ignoring her injuries, she charged forward with all her might, trying to join the ranks of resistance.
However, Feng Tianlong merely glanced back at her, a sneer of disdain appearing on his face. He paid no heed to the surrounding soldiers and focused solely on Chen Yao. Even though his Spiritual Energy was nearly depleted, he remained terrifyingly powerful, his movements swift and fierce, enveloping Chen Yao in an invisible pressure.
Desperate, Chen Yao lifted her leg and kicked at Feng Tianlong, hoping to force him back. Yet Feng Tianlong seemed to anticipate her move effortlessly, raising his hand to catch her attack without breaking a sweat. Chen Yao's foot struck hard against his palm but felt as if she had kicked steel; all her strength was completely neutralized.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Feng Tianlong said coldly, a mocking smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He gripped Chen Yao's ankle tightly, the force causing her intense pain. With a powerful motion, he flung her aside; she crashed to the ground like a kite with its string cut, hitting the earth with a dull thud.
“You little ants think you can challenge me?” Feng Tianlong's voice was low and icy, filled with contempt and cruelty. He strode toward Chen Yao, still holding the corpse he had just used as a shield against bullets, as if showcasing his strength and ruthlessness.
Lying on the ground, Chen Yao's head struck hard against the surface, sending waves of pain through her skull. Her vision blurred; the scene before her became indistinct as shouts and cries from soldiers filled her ears, mingled with Feng Tianlong's cruel laughter—these sounds whispered like demons from hell, relentlessly assaulting her will.
She struggled to open her eyes, desperate to grasp the situation before her. Yet all she could see were soldiers charging one after another at Feng Tianlong in an attempt to halt his massacre. However, these brave soldiers appeared as fragile as paper before him. No matter how fiercely they attacked, their efforts were effortlessly deflected by Feng Tianlong before he retaliated mercilessly. Each soldier's charge ended in torn flesh and shattered bones.
Chen Yao could only watch helplessly as despair filled her heart. Those who had once fought alongside her knew they were no match for him yet still rushed forward one after another toward Feng Tianlong. Their courage was moving, but their fate was brutally cruel.
Feng Tianlong moved across the battlefield like a harbinger of death; the corpse in his hand blocked all attacks while his other hand swiftly and ruthlessly claimed life after life. The blood of soldiers splattered onto him, staining his tattered clothes and flesh red, yet he continued his slaughter without pause.
Chen Yao felt her heart being torn apart bit by bit. She wanted to rise again and rejoin the fight but found herself unable to move due to weakness and the excruciating pain at the back of her head. Tears blurred her vision as they fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes onto the dust-covered ground below.
"Please... stop this..." she whispered weakly, her voice filled with helplessness and despair, but her words went unheard on the battlefield. She could only watch in horror as the soldiers who fought to protect her and this land fell one by one, their lives extinguished so swiftly and mercilessly by Feng Tianlong's hands.
In that moment, Chen Yao felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness; she couldn't stop the brutal slaughter nor could she bring back those lost lives. Everything felt like an endless nightmare from which she could not awaken.
Feng Tianlong gripped a severed limb tightly in his hand, blood dripping down his arm and staining the ground. A twisted smile appeared on his grotesque face, his eyes gleaming with a strange fervor as if he were reveling in this bloody feast. His laughter echoed across the battlefield, sharp as a knife, slicing through the last threads of hope held by the soldiers.
He arrogantly waved the severed limb as if it were a trophy of victory. His laughter grew more boisterous, as if this battlefield strewn with corpses was merely a ridiculous game to him, and the lost lives were nothing more than part of his entertainment.
"Hahaha! Is this all your power?" Feng Tianlong mocked loudly, his eyes brimming with infinite disdain. His voice dripped with a ruthless contempt for life, an attitude so dismissive it pierced the hearts of every Human Soldier present.
He carelessly tossed the severed limb aside like a useless piece of trash, then seized another corpse, lifting it high to display to the surrounding soldiers. Blood flowed from the body, dripping onto his face and body, but he paid no mind; instead, he savored the thrill of this gruesome spectacle.
Feng Tianlong was like a mad beast, his eyes glinting with savage light. Every movement he made was filled with disdain for life and ecstatic joy. His laughter filled the battlefield as if proclaiming his invincibility and terror to the world, ruthlessly shattering everyone's hope.
The soldiers watched helplessly as their comrades became playthings in Feng Tianlong's hands, overwhelmed by extreme fear and despair. Such scenes left indelible shadows in their hearts; that feeling of helplessness wrapped around them like cold iron chains, tightly binding their courage. They dared not advance any further, knowing full well that no matter how fiercely they resisted, they could never contend with this demon-like enemy.
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