Gao Wu: Traveling through the heavens in dreams, a professional rebel!

Chapter 111: Lin Yaozu's terrifying fighting power.

The power was like a mighty mountain, so heavy that it made it difficult to breathe.

"crunch...crunch...crunch..."

The ironclad ship made a teeth-grinding sound of metallic twisting, and countless dents and cracks appeared on its sturdy hull.

Then, the cracks spread rapidly, like a wildly growing spider web.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the five ironclad ships were shattered into pieces.

Huge metal wreckage flew everywhere, drawing terrifying arcs in the sky.

Everything on the ship was destroyed in an instant, the gun barrels broke, the decks shattered, and the cabins collapsed.

During this process, all the foreign soldiers and officers had no time to react.

The invisible pressure was like a huge millstone, ruthlessly crushing them in an instant.

"Puff puff……"

A series of dull sounds continued in my ears, like death notes from hell.

In an instant, countless bodies exploded into blood mist, spreading out in an extremely tragic manner.

The blood mist was like a surging tide, wave after wave, quickly filling the entire space.

For a moment, the originally clear blue sky was dyed by this shocking scarlet.

The strong smell of blood, like a thick haze, tightly wrapped every inch of land, almost suffocating people.

The pervasive blood mist twisted and changed shape as the breeze blew, as if countless wronged souls were struggling and crying out in pain.

Fresh blood gathered on the lake surface and slowly flowed in. Wherever it passed, the water surface was dyed blood red.

The whole scene was like a living Asura hell, terrifying, desperate, and creepy.

In a flash, the five ironclad ships full of foreign soldiers were completely destroyed.

At the same time, screams of fear were heard one after another on the remaining twenty or so ironclad ships where only a few foreigners were stationed.

Sharp and piercing, filled with endless panic.

"Oh my god! Devil! That's the devil from hell!"

A foreign soldier's face turned pale, his eyes were wide open, his pupils were full of fear, and his voice was trembling almost out of tune, as if his soul had been pulled out at this moment.

"Ahhh! Oh my God! This... This is incredible!"

Another foreign soldier held his head with both hands and shook it wildly. The muscles on his face were distorted due to extreme fear and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he was in a nightmare from which he could never wake up.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! That was the battleship Britannia, how could it be shattered into pieces like that!"

In addition, there were foreign officers who were shouting at the top of their lungs, with disbelief and despair written all over their faces.

He stared blankly at the ironclad ship that was shattered into pieces, his body frozen in place, as if he had been cast under a spell.

"God bless you!"

Some foreigners knelt on the ground, put their hands together, and prayed to the sky.

Tears flowed from his eyes and his words were filled with pleading and helplessness.

It seems that in this desperate situation, the only way to find a little comfort is to pray for blessings from the Lord in your heart.

Obviously, someone's inhuman and horrific performance has completely shattered the three views of these foreigners and made them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

After a few breaths, Lin Yaozu's body became like a phantom, flying into the sky like a stream of light.

In a flash, he appeared on the deck of one of the ironclad ships.

Seeing this scene, the foreign soldiers on the ship instantly fell into extreme panic.

Some foreigners' legs went limp and they collapsed to the ground, their faces pale, their eyes empty and lifeless, and they muttered unconsciously.

"Devil...Eastern Devil..." "It's over! I'm dead this time!"

"..."

The whole person seemed to have lost consciousness, with only instinctive fear spreading through the body.

Some foreign soldiers also screamed hysterically and fled far away desperately.

“Ahhhh… run… run away quickly…”

"Leave here... Leave here quickly..."

"..."

They were in a panic, pushing and trampling on each other, just to get away from Lin Yaozu.

Some foreigners were even so frightened that they jumped into the sea without hesitation, splashing huge amounts of water.

I would rather face the rough and dangerous sea than face that terrifying figure.
In their hearts, Lin Yaozu is more terrifying than the dangers of the sea.

Dozens of foreigners struggled desperately in the sea, as if they had foreseen the tragic ending.

But I still feel that dying in the sea is much better than facing such a terrifying existence.

At this moment, Lin Yaozu spoke indifferently.

"Call all the people on the other boats over here, or else! Die!"

At this moment, these words appeared in the minds of the foreigners at the same time.

I clearly don't know what language the other person speaks, but I understand the meaning.

Such a miraculous manifestation made them even more shocked, and their awe grew deeper.

After all, if it wasn't a demon, how could it cross the language barrier and make everyone understand?
A moment later, a foreign officer followed instructions and immediately passed the news.

The foreigners on other ironclad ships were also frightened when they heard this.

In his view, Lin Yaozu, who destroyed five ironclad ships with a wave of his hand, was a devil.

At this moment, if the other party asked them to come over, there was absolutely no chance of anything good happening.

But because of Lin Yaozu's terror, there was nowhere to escape and it was impossible to win by head-on confrontation.

No matter how unwilling or scared you are, you can only obey the orders with reluctance on your face.

Of course, although it has been confirmed, there are still many foreign soldiers slacking off.

He was slow in his movements, and it seemed that he wanted to wait for others to go over and see the situation before considering whether to obey the order.

Seeing this, a hint of extremely cruel coldness slowly emerged on Lin Yaozu's angular and handsome face.

The slender and powerful arm was raised and slowly stretched out, with the palm gently pressing down. The movement seemed gentle, but it seemed to contain endless majesty and destructive power.

"Boom~"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the two ironclad ships that were the farthest away instantly repeated the horrific scene just now.

The invisible star power was like an irresistible mountain, pressing down suddenly with devastating force.

Under the crush of this terrifying force, the ironclad ship made a sharp sound of metallic twisting.

Countless shocking cracks suddenly appeared on the hull of the ship.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread rapidly and the entire ship could not bear the weight and fell apart.

Countless fragments flew around like fireworks, drawing arcs of despair in the sky.

Some fragments burned with blazing flames and fell like meteors, while others shot into the distance with sharp whistles.

In the air, the pungent smell of burning metal and thick smoke became increasingly dense, as if it was the final wail.

In addition, the scattered blood mist that filled the air again seemed to be telling the tragic fate of those dawdling foreign soldiers.

(End of this chapter)