No way.

Fast, too fast!

It felt as if this entire sequence of movements was etched into the bones, performed with fluidity and precision, devoid of any delay or flaw, already streamlined and standardized. So much so that while Pacquiao was distracted by Tang Qian for those few short seconds, the Heart Core Chosen One he protected at the fleet's core was already efficiently sliced, diced, and packaged... Once prepared, the delivery was immediately dispatched!

A moment later, and there wouldn't even be time for a good review!

This scene, unfolding before him, made Pacquiao feel like his lungs were about to explode.

Unbelievable.

Where did these useless teammates come from?!

Rebirth, damn it, brother, you're a Rebirth, for crying out loud!

Even if a pig of Rebirth Rank were to lie there to be killed, it would take at least half an hour, right?!

And how did you expose yourself like this?

And how could the opponent, as if foreseeing, perceive the secret location of the Heart Core hidden amid the chaos and deliver justice from above to take you away?

There's an insider!

Goddamn it, there's an insider!

In a furious rage, Pacquiao suddenly turned around.

Three kilometers away, the low-flying Dragon Mountain Armor sounded the alarm, detected the spiritual lock, but it was too late for a tactical maneuver.

[Anticipate the enemy]!

Not only reads the opponent's actions for early warning and evasion, but also anticipates and targets all of the opponent's escape routes for assault!

With perceptive lock, all fleeing and hiding became meaningless.

"Die!!!"

He turned his hand, drew out the dagger covered with cracks, and with blood light converging once more, struck with hatred, holding nothing back. At the moment it left his hand, the blood light rapidly expanded, coiling around the dagger as if it were some fierce living entity, surging forward.

Instantly, it was already close at hand.

All Lu Feng had time to do was reverse the engine thrust.

Fall!

Yet the fierce glow suddenly turned ninety degrees, chasing down, piercing towards his head.

And then...

And then there was no more.

Amid the roaring boom, the earth suddenly shook, cracks appeared out of thin air from the mud.

The scene where the armor shatters with one slash never appeared.

Dragon Mountain Armor, unharmed!

[Unmoving as a Mountain]!

"Whew—"

Lu Feng whistled proudly, looked down at his head in front of those blood-red eyes, and regretfully shook his head at him.

You need more practice, buddy!

Turning around, he threw the mercury-wrapped package into the automatic tricycle that came to pick up the goods, then the Dragon Mountain Armor ascended again, wrapped in Flame Light, taking to the skies, drawing various weapons from his back, collecting heads under Pacquiao's nose.

Blood Banner shook in fury, countless living corpses gathered.

Yet, none was a match.

In Pan Ying's harvest, even the blessing and strength of the Lord of Scars were but slicing vegetables.

Moreover, Pacquiao no longer had time to care about the insane Lu Feng who kept jumping in face.

A chill ran down his back!

No mourning for Old Tang kicked aside like a stray dog, charging into battle was Old Lin!

A middle-aged man with graying hair suddenly emerged from the smoke, somehow holding a sickle, its short green handle silently thrusting forward, sweeping across, clashing hard against Pacquiao's Blood Banner, then flying back, disbanding invisibly.

No time to pursue the victory, he again heard that hateful screaming and roar.

Tang Qian, that scoundrel, had come back again.

Bringing ancestors with him, jumping face once more!

Simultaneously, the Dragon Mountain Armor, ascending height in the sky once more, swooped down... repeating its technique, Meteor Maneuver descending from the heavens!

In an instant, overwhelmingly attacked, Pacquiao was surrounded by three people like a boss in an instance.

A rogue, a warrior, and a tank, entangled like gum on the sole, hard to peel off, lingering, like a bone-deep plague.

Until Pacquiao could endure no more, he roared aloud!

The Blood Banner, etched with scenes of countless corpses, fluttered once more, an explosive wave expanded, blowing the three away. Then, abandoning direct control of those living corpses, he went all out!

Suddenly, green flames surged like tides, violently spreading.

Regrettably, before he could pursue victory, a loud eruption blasted from the sky.

Beyond the thin rain and fierce wind, across the turbulent sea, a colossal object broke through the air—amidst a forceful fling, a strange ball-like object was launched, tracing a long arc like a projectile catapulted by a trebuchet, from the ocean, zooming towards Pacquiao's flagship.

Without hesitation, Pacquiao countered, raising his spear entwined with green flame and blood light, stabbing out!

Easily piercing through.

Explosion!

Suddenly, the giant figure that descended from the sky like a building abruptly disintegrated, transforming into countless debris, bursting and scattering like a meteor shower, crashing into other caught-off-guard pirate ships, with continuous roaring sounds.

After being shattered by Pacquiao, the remaining gravity and potential energy couldn't cause much damage, but soon, shocking shouts and terrified screams erupted from the ships.

Amidst the chaos, someone finally identified the origins of the pile of wreckage.

Broken masts, sails with burning marks, hulls overgrown with barnacles and eerie chants, mixed with crushed meat and bones, even the familiar mermaid serpent figurehead...

"Vichai!"

"It's Vichai's ship!"

"Where's Vichai?"

Someone shouted in terror: "Vichai is dead!!!!"

The ghost ship that earlier used illusions to confuse the enemy and attract fire was completely crushed in less than half an hour.

It was crumpled like waste paper and sent back to Pacquiao in such a tragic state.

Unrecognizable!

At this moment, accompanied by the roar within the seawaters, like the gigantic sounds of tide, the sea parted to the sides.

With an instantaneous flash illuminating the fearsome figure towering tens of hundreds of meters, like a giant emerging against the sea, dragging a long spear made of a ship's massive transmission axle welded and melted together, wading through waist-deep seawater, walking one step at a time towards them, following the river's mouth.

Indeed, like a giant god emerging from the sea!

Each step stirred thunderous roars in the boiling, surging seawater and torrents!

Then, ignoring the feeble, pitiful firepower, the colossal spear in the hands of the menacing giant lifted, aiming towards the rearmost ship in the fleet, thrusting!

Boom!!!

Instantly, hundreds of tons of mass pierced through the deck, through the keel, then like lifting a barbecue skewer from a stove, swung it!

Tossed towards the terrified, dodging Water Ghosts!

Waves surged and expanded violently.

Under the workshop-grade spiritual output and Isis's precise control, the massive Prosperity cargo ship adapted to the Mechanical Descent's power, undergoing Transformation.

From dead matter revitalized again, becoming a genuine steel giant, recklessly unleashing this wild strength.

At this moment, it was the turn for this group of Water Ghosts to become the fish on the cutting board!

At the same time, Xinquan's gates thunderously opened, amidst the clanking sound of iron hooves, Blood Flames surged out like tides!

"Bearing Witness to the Crimson Lord!!!"

Slan, one hand holding a spear, the other raising the Holy Artifact Military Flag, led the Sharp Arrow Formation and charged forward with a roar.

Full assault!

After enduring for such a long time, finally revealing its fangs, unleashing a tide of counterattack.

With the rear route blocked by Prosperity, at this moment the Water Ghosts were already in disarray, many ship owners in panic could no longer heed the Blood Covenant's restraints, trying to forcibly distance themselves, moving upstream against the river's flood to find another way out.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The gift from upstream finally drifted with the torrents, arriving before them.

With a giant roar, torrents churned and boiled, bursts of firelight and countless fragments erupted sky-high, spreading, cracking the reinforced ship armor with fissures.

In the explosion of numerous mines, the foremost ship became riddled with holes, and after breaking and sinking, jammed on the riverbed, blocking many mines flowing downstream for the following ships.

And likewise blocked the escape route.

Trapped like turtles in a jar.

The once mighty river they relied on now turned into a trap without any exit, cries and wails echoed endlessly.

Terrified, some started jumping ship for survival, even if they miraculously crossed the rainy season's wild torrents and climbed ashore, they already had no strength, left with nothing but being shot dead by the firepower from watchtowers and concealed bunkers everywhere.

Completely, no way out!

Pacquiao suddenly turned around, looking once again at Xinquan.

Hair-raising.

From the top floor, that young man holding an umbrella, overseeing everything with a mocking smile, his lips silently moving.

Across tens of miles, curiously asking:

"What are you still waiting for?"

Then, his subordinates emerged under the storm, dragging heavy body bags, lowered ropes, hanging one gruesome corpse after another from the top.

Displayed before Pacquiao.

His fierce and sinister eyes abruptly contracted silently, trembling intensely.

Eleven corpses, eleven Chosen Ones he sent out, those carefully trained henchmen awaited by the General with high expectations, entrusted with critical missions, infiltrated Hai Province days earlier, scattered everywhere.

As per the original plan, once the time arrived, they would sabotage and detonate the upstream dam, by then, under the rampage of massive floods, naturally, the flood would be guided to submerge all of Xinquan!

By then, any resistance was just a joke.

But now, after such a long battle, the dam remained unchanged, amidst rampant storms, no flood was seen.

Only a corpse hung on the Coastal Industry's building.

Like dead dogs.

Swaying in the wind!

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