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The battlefield tilted instantly with the arrival of Feng Tianlong, the power of the demon race undeniable. Before him, weapons and ammunition seemed utterly useless. Feng Tianlong wielded his spear, each strike delivering devastating blows that cut down the surrounding Human Soldiers as easily as chopping vegetables. The cries of anguish filled the air, and a palpable sense of fear spread, filling the hearts of the Human Soldiers with despair.
Zhang Hao stood at the front lines, struggling to raise his small knife in one hand while gripping a pistol in the other, trying to offer a glimmer of hope to his comrades. His body was battered and bruised, sweat and blood mingling to make him appear particularly disheveled. Yet, determination still shone in his eyes; he held onto a single belief: to protect this land.
"Don't back down! We must hold on!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice hoarse but filled with strength.
Feng Tianlong scoffed, each swing of his weapon carrying destructive power that felled soldiers one by one. The blades and bullets posed no threat before him; he was like a war god, unstoppable.
"Your resistance is futile; accept your fate," Feng Tianlong's voice was deep and cold, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.
Zhang Hao gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm. He knew they had to find a way to counter Feng Tianlong's ferocious assault; otherwise, they would not survive this battle. Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on the knife, a flicker of resolve crossing his gaze.
"Everyone, keep resisting! We cannot give up!" Zhang Hao shouted, trying to rally their spirits, but his voice sounded so weak amidst the chaos of the battlefield.
Feng Tianlong's movements were swift and fierce; each swing brought countless deaths and despair. Zhang Hao felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, yet he understood that no matter how difficult it became, they had to persevere.
"Commander Zhang, what should we do?" a soldier asked in terror, his eyes filled with hopelessness and helplessness.
Zhang Hao inhaled deeply, clutching his knife and pistol tightly as he forced himself to stay composed. He knew this battle determined the fate of the entire battlefield; no matter how hard it got, they could not retreat.
"We cannot give up; we must defeat him!" Zhang Hao was inspiring morale, urging the soldiers to continue resisting when suddenly a mangled corpse flew through the air and crashed heavily beside him. Blood splattered everywhere, and the intense stench of blood filled the air. Zhang Hao jumped in shock and turned to see that the corpse belonged to a soldier who had just fought beside him moments ago. A chill ran through him as he felt a deep sense of despair wash over him.
At that moment, he sensed an overwhelming pressure and looked up to find Feng Tianlong standing before him without him realizing when he had approached. Surrounding Feng Tianlong was an aura of dark malevolence, his eyes gleaming with cold ruthlessness like a demon descending from hell.
"Weaklings... is this all your strength?" Feng Tianlong said with a cold laugh, his voice low and frigid, filled with contempt and cruelty.
Zhang Hao trembled all over, feeling as if every cell in his body was screaming at him to run. Feng Tianlong's power was terrifying, instilling in him an overwhelming sense of pressure and fear. He gripped the small knife and pistol tightly, but his palms were already soaked with cold sweat, filled with helplessness and despair.
Feng Tianlong stepped forward slowly, each stride radiating immense authority, as if the ground itself trembled beneath his feet. Zhang Hao felt his breath becoming labored, his heart racing uncontrollably as he shook with fear. He knew that the enemy before him was an existence he could not rival, yet he could not simply retreat.
"You... you won't get away with this!" Zhang Hao forced himself to calm down, gritting his teeth in an attempt to steady his mind. He understood that he had to give it his all if he wanted even a slim chance of survival.
Feng Tianlong let out a cold laugh, swinging the long spear in his hand as dark malevolence surged forth like a storm. Zhang Hao barely managed to raise his knife to block, but the force was overwhelmingly powerful; pain shot through his arm, and the knife nearly slipped from his grasp.
"You ants are hardly worth my effort," Feng Tianlong said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain and contempt.
Zhang Hao felt the pressure enveloping him, rendering him nearly immobile.
Standing before Zhang Hao, Feng Tianlong's eyes glinted with scorn and cruelty. He advanced slowly, wielding the long spear with each swing carrying devastating force. Zhang Hao felt immense pressure bearing down on him, but he knew he had to fight with everything he had for even a glimmer of hope.
"Come on, show me how strong you really are," Feng Tianlong taunted, his voice deep and icy, filled with malice and mockery.
Zhang Hao clenched his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm. He took a deep breath, tightening his grip on the knife and pistol as he attempted to strike at Feng Tianlong. He moved swiftly, trying to launch a surprise attack from the side, but Feng Tianlong seemed to anticipate it; with a casual wave of his hand, dark malevolence formed a barrier that blocked Zhang Hao's assault.
"Is that all you've got?" Feng Tianlong sneered as he appeared before Zhang Hao like a specter. The spear struck out like a venomous snake, aimed directly at Zhang Hao's chest.
Zhang Hao dodged quickly, but Feng Tianlong's speed was blindingly fast; the spear grazed his shoulder, blood splattering. He gritted his teeth against the pain and swung back in retaliation, but Feng Tianlong merely looked at him with disdain and effortlessly deflected the attack.
"Your strength is utterly insignificant," Feng Tianlong mocked, his tone filled with derision and scorn.
Zhang Hao felt an overwhelming sense of pressure and fear; his mindset began to shift. The sheer power and ruthlessness of Feng Tianlong plunged him into despair; each attack felt like battling an immovable mountain. His breath quickened, heart racing as he trembled uncontrollably.
Feng Tianlong seemed to revel in the game, each of his attacks laced with a sense of mockery, as if he were toying with a helpless child. He swung his spear, closing in relentlessly, forcing Zhang Hao into a corner. Zhang Hao attempted to fight back, but each of his strikes was effortlessly deflected, leaving him feeling utterly powerless.
"Do you really think this will defeat me? How laughable," Feng Tianlong sneered, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.
Zhang Hao's mindset began to crumble as he felt an unprecedented wave of fear wash over him. This fear surged like a flood, completely engulfing him. His palms were drenched in cold sweat, his breathing became rapid, and he trembled uncontrollably.
"This... this is impossible..." Zhang Hao muttered to himself, despair flickering in his eyes. He knew he could never match Feng Tianlong; no matter how hard he tried, it would all be in vain.
Feng Tianlong's mocking laughter echoed in his ears, bringing an overwhelming sense of pressure. Zhang Hao felt every cell in his body urging him to flee, but he knew he could not escape this desperate battle. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his mind, but the fear remained unshakeable.
Feng Tianlong looked down at Zhang Hao with disdain, his eyes glinting with scorn and cruelty. Zhang Hao inhaled deeply, attempting to launch an attack, but his movements appeared feeble and ridiculous before Feng Tianlong. With a mere flicker, Feng Tianlong evaded Zhang Hao's strike effortlessly.
"Is that all you've got?" Feng Tianlong mocked, his voice low and icy, filled with derision.
In that moment of surprise for Zhang Hao, Feng Tianlong's figure flickered like a ghost and suddenly appeared behind him. He kicked towards Zhang Hao's waist with tremendous force, causing Zhang Hao to lose his balance and crash heavily to the ground. Groaning in pain, Zhang Hao tried to rise, but Feng Tianlong had already lifted his foot high and stomped down hard on his back.
"Did you think you could resist me?" Feng Tianlong said coldly, his voice dripping with contempt and malice. As he pressed down with his foot, Zhang Hao felt an unbearable weight on him as if his spine might snap under the pressure. Pain coursed through him, making him tremble and struggle for breath.
"Let... let me go..." Zhang Hao gasped in agony, trying to fight back, but his strength seemed insignificant against Feng Tianlong.
Feng Tianlong let out a chilling laugh and increased the pressure beneath his foot. Zhang Hao felt an overwhelming force and pain that nearly caused him to black out. A cruel light flickered in Feng Tianlong's eyes as he savored the thrill of control, watching Zhang Hao struggle helplessly beneath him; it filled him with immense satisfaction.
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