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Feng Tianlong's furious fists struck the meteorite again, the immense impact causing the surface to crack even more severely. With a wild howl, he forcefully shattered the meteorite, sending fragments flying in all directions like petals scattered by a celestial maiden. Each piece of debris hurtled toward the battlefield below with astonishing speed and destructive power, toppling both Human Soldiers and Demon Soldiers alike. Feng Tianlong's maniacal laughter echoed like the arrival of a war god, filled with an insatiable thirst for battle.
However, at that moment, Master Han felt an unprecedented fatigue wash over him. His Spiritual Energy was nearly depleted, his forehead slick with cold sweat, and his face as pale as paper. The meteorite continued to accelerate under his control, but that control had reached its limit. His hands trembled as he desperately infused the last remnants of his Spiritual Energy into the meteorite, hoping to unleash its destructive force to the maximum in a final effort to annihilate Feng Tianlong and the invading demons.
Master Han turned to look at Xiao Feng and several other Cultivators who were still holding on until the end. His gaze was filled with infinite sorrow and determination. He knew he was approaching the end of his life, but it had to be worth it. He pulled out the last few teleportation talismans from his sleeve, their faint golden light flickering in his hand as he quickly tossed them toward Xiao Feng and the others.
"Master Han, what are you doing..." Xiao Feng exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. He wanted to say something more, but was enveloped by the golden light; he felt his body being pulled away as he gradually vanished from the battlefield.
Watching Xiao Feng and the other Cultivators disappear in the golden glow, Master Han felt a sense of relief wash over him. He knew he had done everything he could; now, all that remained was to face his final fate. Taking a deep breath, he turned his gaze skyward—the meteorite was now within reach, and he could feel its world-ending pressure bearing down on him as if the entire world were collapsing upon him.
"This is the end..." Master Han murmured softly, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips. As he infused the last bit of Spiritual Energy into the meteorite, he closed his eyes, waiting for that final moment to arrive. The meteorite's descent was now unstoppable; it plummeted toward the ground with unparalleled force. Meanwhile, Feng Tianlong continued to attack relentlessly, as if battling against heaven and earth itself.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still; only Feng Tianlong's arrogant roars and Master Han's resolute thoughts echoed across the battlefield.
Feng Tianlong's fists rained down upon the meteorite with wild fury, each strike fueled by his immense anger and primal strength. Under his relentless assault, the meteorite shattered once more, countless massive fragments raining down like a meteor shower onto the battlefield below. Chaos erupted on the ground as Demon Soldiers lost their formation and fled in panic. Faced with falling debris from above, some were crushed into bloody pulp on the spot; blood stained the earth while screams echoed through the air like roars from hell.
Master Han's body could no longer support him; he collapsed onto the ground as if all strength had been drained from him. His breathing became rapid and uneven, yet a hint of satisfaction appeared on his pale face. The sight before him filled him with profound contentment as he watched those Demon Soldiers scatter in fear and meet their demise beneath the impact of falling rocks—he felt that it was all worth it.
"Go to hell, you demon trash..." Master Han silently thought to himself, his eyes glimmering with one last spark of light. He knew that this battle would ultimately lead to his death, but being able to take these invaders down with him felt like a fulfillment of duty.
The meteorite approached rapidly with world-destroying power; the air was thick with heat and an overwhelming sense of pressure. Although Feng Tianlong's attacks caused cracks on its surface, its massive size and force remained unshaken in its descent. The faster Feng Tianlong swung his fists, the more pronounced his wounds became; yet he paid no mind to them—instead, he fought even harder, his eyes ablaze with frenzied combat spirit.
On the ground, however, Demon Soldiers fell into endless despair; no matter how they struggled, they could not escape this impending catastrophe. The shadow of the meteorite grew larger and larger above them, swallowing all light until only endless darkness and death awaited them ahead. Out of the corner of Master Han's eye, he caught sight of this scene and felt even more resolute within himself. Summoning every last ounce of strength he had left, he coldly smiled at this impending destruction, filled with comfort and relief in his heart.
"Let it all... come to an end with this meteor..." Master Han's consciousness gradually faded. As the meteor drew closer, he closed his eyes, waiting for that moment to arrive.
Li Ming and his companions raced along the path to the battlefield, the trees around them retreating rapidly in their swift run. However, just as they were about to reach the battlefield, an anomaly in the sky forced them to stop in shock. Li Ming looked up, and the sight before him took his breath away.
A massive meteor was slowly descending from the heavens, its enormous size seemingly swallowing the entire sky. Fiery flames enveloped the meteor, scorching the air, with tongues of fire trailing behind it. In that moment, Li Ming felt as if he were witnessing the wrath of a deity pouring down upon the earth; the scene was utterly breathtaking, like the arrival of doomsday.
Li Ming's heart raced, a strong sense of shock making his body tremble slightly. This power was beyond his comprehension; he had never seen such a colossal disaster descend. The ground seemed to shudder before the meteor, and even the Spiritual Energy in the air quivered under this force.
"What... what is happening?" Li Ming murmured softly, disbelief and fear filling his eyes. His voice sounded particularly fragile in the stillness.
Chen Yao's expression was grave as she slowly spoke, her tone laced with deep concern: "Master Han... he may have resorted to his final means. Such immense power... he must be facing an incredibly formidable enemy."
"Feng Tianlong..." Li Ming whispered this name, a vague sense of unease stirring within him. He knew that Feng Tianlong's strength was undeniable, but this scene filled him with unprecedented pressure regarding the impending battle.
At that moment, the meteor suddenly accelerated, hurtling toward the battlefield with a destructive momentum. Li Ming felt a powerful tremor rise from beneath his feet, followed by a deafening roar. The meteor crashed violently into the ground, tearing apart the earth as if it were paper, and a tremendous shockwave surged forth like a torrent.
The explosive flames erupted before them like a sunburst, and an immense wave of heat rushed toward them, causing Li Ming to feel a searing pain. He shielded his face with his arm, barely managing to withstand the overwhelming heat as trees beside him were instantly engulfed in flames, toppling one after another.
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