Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

"But this is not a solution, our clansmen are all outside."

"Yes, what should we do now."

The anxious voices kept ringing inside the barrier, and then, several snake-man elders felt their vision darken, witnessing that giant creature standing between heaven and earth, once again launching a bombardment punch.

Boom!!

The loud noise resounded again, and the dense ripples surged more frantically, like arcs jumping.

The barrier seemed like a solid stream of water, creating a vortex, capable of unloading even the weight of mountains.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, even the Black Blade High Priest and the other three Saints felt secretly fortunate.

But this feeling didn't last long.

The barrier's range was limited, and thinking of their clansmen outside being slaughtered, a surge of indescribable anger and killing intent arose.

Especially the Black Blade High Priest, this was the core clan land of his tribe, with most of their heritage located here.

Instantly, he turned his head, making eye contact with the young warrior on the gigantic Flying Eagle.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, full of resentment, wanting to use means to attempt a counterattack.

But, the next second.

"This turtle shell is quite hard."

A deep voice rang out, and the young man who was previously far in mid-air suddenly vanished, appearing outside the barrier in an instant.

Two arcs of scarlet light flashed and vanished, the entire black armor was now covered with a green-black carapace.

Even, a daylight light could be seen emanating from his body, dispersing all residual impact on the barrier.

Seeing this, a strange chill rose in the Black Blade High Priest's heart.

But before he could speak.

Buzz!!!

A powerful storm power bombarded the barrier, and at the same time, an invisible aura was completely unleashed.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

The ground sank, and the single-horned red pattern on Chen Feng's chest was instantly lit up, with his arm unknowingly covered with gold.

"Not good!!"

The Black Blade High Priest's face changed color, glimpsing the towering Holy Shield Giant swiftly shrinking, actually aligning back-to-back with the single-horned youth in front of them.

His body radiated black light, urgently taking out the token bestowed by the Snake God Temple, instructing everyone to infuse their strength.

Buzz!!

The three Saints and seven Fifth-order elders joined forces.

The barrier that was originally rippled with dense waves briefly solidified, like unloading all pressure, becoming even more solid.

"He can't break it!"

The Saint Silver Cang spoke grimly, with the Rong Yan High Priest beside him also looking cold, frantically pouring flames into the token.

The barrier seemed to be amplified and blessed, becoming increasingly dark and deep, yet that green-black single-horned figure remained indifferent and fearless.

Buzz!!

A full-force Horn Strike, with the current Martial Arts strength augmentation of Chen Feng, was no less than a Fake Seventh Order.

In the blink of an eye, the golden right arm blasted out, and at the same time, the Holy Shield Giant standing back-to-back with him mirrored the action, almost a one-to-one replication.

Boom!!!

Gold and white gray simultaneously struck the barrier, the violent wind pressure swept all around.

The entire Black Blade Tribe, within a radius of hundreds to nearly a thousand meters, was enveloped by the storm, one snake-man after another was caught in the aftermath and blown into pieces.

Even Oron and Molly, the elites of the Holy City, had to retreat urgently, horrified witnessing the punch strike of that one man and one statue.

Crack!

It was as if there was a response.

The Black Blade High Priest's eyes widened, and both the Saint Silver Cang and Rong Yan changed color.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

The continuous sounds persisted, and visibly to the naked eye, a crack appeared in the deep dark barrier, rapidly spreading.

Until the end.

Boom!!

The barrier shattered, black light in mid-air scattered into invisibility.

The sky torn off clouds and the scarred earth of the tribe came into view.

Without hesitation or doubt.

The three Saints and seven Fifth-order elders were left with one desperate thought.

"Escape!!"

Boom!!

Before the Black Blade High Priest's words had even landed, white gray and golden light flashed past.

The brute force was at an extreme level, the invisible aura pressed and locked everyone, fixing them in place, unable to evade.

Pu Chi!!

In an instant, the bodies of the seven Fifth-order elders were pierced through.

Silver light burst from all sides, as if the Saint Silver Cang had turned into a rock crystal, vomiting blood with the snake pupils full of despair and pain.

His burly body and heavy silver armor lost half, with shoulders, chest, and stomach seemingly forcibly wiped away.

Blood sprayed wildly, staining everything red, the once vibrant and robust life now like a candle in the wind.

"Run!!"

"Hurry, run!!"

At the same moment, it seemed as if they sensed the imminent death of their opponent.

In the shadows behind what appeared to be an ordinary snake-man, a black light flashed, rushing towards the low mountain at the back of the tribe at high speed.

Not only that.

Within the burning collapsed wooden houses of the tribe, a figure flashed and disappeared, seemingly still filled with shock and anger, heading straight in another direction.

Pseudo Angel.

Even with the prefix "pseudo," it was not something a Saint could contend with.

Running away was the best choice. As long as they were still around, even though the casualties of the clansmen were heavy, reconstruction and recovery were not impossible.

In the blink of an eye, both Saints rapidly distanced themselves using shadow and flame elemental jumps, covering hundreds of meters in an instant.

"Despicable outsider!"

"Don't you dare fall into my hands!!"

The Black Blade High Priest thought venomously, already leaving the tribe's perimeter.

No pursuit followed, and a sense of post-calamity relief nearly rose in his heart, which made him feel disgusted and humiliated.

Then, with a boom, a sound echoed within the tribe, as if another barrier shield had been forcibly shattered.

He vaguely guessed the reason, and the anger and hatred in his heart grew stronger, yet he could only leap rapidly, clinging closely to the ground shadow.

One breath, five breaths, ten breaths....

He had already circumvented the low mountain, intending to head further towards the direction of Heavenly Tragedy Mountain, which lies between the north and south.

But.

Crackle! Crackle!

An electric arc flashed past the corner of his snake-eye, and the figure with Blood Pattern Wings suddenly appeared suspended.

"I gave you a chance."

"Unfortunately, you're useless."

As the words fell, the expression on the Black Blade High Priest's face changed drastically.

"You..."

Buzz!!

A powerful storm descended, and with it came a twisting gravity simultaneously pressing down.

The air trembled, the ground cracked and continued to sink and spread.

As if bearing the weight of a mountain, the Black Blade High Priest's body trembled, terrifyingly realizing he could no longer use shadow jumping, as if all his power was pressed back into his body.

Even his entire being was forced out of the shadows, appearing on the ground.

What kind of technique is this?

Overwhelmed by shock and anger, he stepped on the dry leaves and mud, roaring repeatedly in his heart.

Then suddenly, a rumble echoed as if in response.

In the opposite direction, a pillar of flame burst into the sky, seemingly burning everything.

The sky turned fiery red and scorching, the clouds evaporating and dissipating.

But this phenomenon didn't last long; it was violently torn apart by a reckless white-gray might in the next instant.

Boom!!

A loud noise echoed, like an earth dragon turning over.

A sky-shaking punch shattered all hope and vitality, and the Black Blade High Priest's heart trembled, withdrawing his gaze to stare intently at the blue-horned figure that landed slowly before him.

"The Divine Temple will not spare you!"

"The Snake God and Angels will avenge us...."

Whoosh!!

The accumulating black light shot out electrically from the horn, piercing the air and the so-called shadow power.

The unfinished threat was completely interrupted, with a squelch, spraying blood as a snake-eye fell, rolling to the ground with broken flesh.

Seeming to still retain some vitality, attempting to hold onto a last resort.

But very soon.

With the foot stepping down, invisible power seized everything.

All Life Essence was transformed into warm currents flowing into the Life Mark in the chest, and the so-called Black Blade High Priest completely vanished from this world.

A gentle breeze blew past, lifting dry leaves and debris from the ground.

Chen Feng slightly lowered his head, only then looking at the Snake Spirit Fruits in his hand.

The scarlet eyes of glass steel reflected the sky, which was the reason he hadn't immediately pursued before.

It was not only absolute confidence in his Strength and speed, but also wanting to avoid any accidents with these items.

So.

Looking at the information displayed on the panel in front of him, as well as the final segment of the Holy Flame Awakening Method's progress.

He didn't hesitate and made a decision immediately.

"Transform, enhance!"