I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Yan Qiao's soul convulsed violently.

The remaining gold patterns on the surface stretched outwards layer by layer, resisting the falling force of death, but unable to stop it from continuing to invade along the life connection.

His mental fluctuations collided with the surrounding boundary walls, and his pleas for mercy became distorted with urgency:

"Stop! I can give you this military fortress! Everything inside is..."

collapse.

The lifeline has been severed.

The distorted, terrified face in the golden light suddenly froze.

The next second, his soul, along with the last bit of his essence, shattered silently.

The tiny streaks of light drifted in all directions, growing fainter and fainter until they finally disappeared.

Within the prison of the boundary wall, flesh and blood could not be regenerated, nor could divine senses escape.

The dark gold lights gradually faded away until even the outline of the face could no longer be seen.

Yan Qiao is dead!

Shen Tian stood quietly high in the sky.

The veins on the back of his hand, which held the Divine Punishment Blade, were still bulging.

The familiar system light screen popped up in my field of vision.

[Target eliminated, gain 500000 kill points!]

50 million kill points!

Shen Tian stared at the line of numbers and finally laughed.

From the activation of the Undying Body to the complete annihilation of the powerful enemy, the entire process took less than a hundred seconds.

Early stage of level 10, capable of defeating level 11!

He looked down at his right arm, where he was holding the knife.

It is not the physical body.

Deep within his divine body, the tearing and soreness from the forced application of the Six Heavenly Punishments still lingered.

The immense power that had just been depleted in the Sea of ​​Evil could not be replenished out of thin air.

But he won.

Yan Qiao was already dead, and a million kill points had been credited to his account. The pain in his body couldn't suppress the joy he felt.

This life-or-death battle against a higher level was well worth it!

On the battlefield on the north slope.

The enemy commander, who was raising his heavy hammer in preparation for a desperate fight, suddenly froze in mid-air.

He looked up at the sky, where Yan Qiao's presence was no longer felt.

His previously fierce face froze, as if he couldn't believe the result he had sensed.

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration, Lu Changfeng's battle blade slashed down with a gust of wind!

The chilling blade flashed mercilessly, slicing through his shoulder armor.

The commander grunted and staggered backward, the already tattered black banner beneath his feet also tilting to one side.

"The aura of the Commander..."

The soldiers beside the banner heard the commotion, stopped fighting, and stared blankly up at the sky.

High above, against the backdrop of the military fortress's dome, only a blood-red Dharma image with raging flames remained.

Yan Qiao's aura completely disappeared.

Further away, on the outer perimeter of the north and south defense lines, the damaged Sky Machine still hovered.

The massive weapons and cannons were pointed inwards, leaving no chance for the remaining soldiers to break out.

The other two Divine Realm deputy generals who had previously charged out never reappeared.

Three Divine Realm experts, all wiped out!

A surviving enemy soldier frantically activated the black crystal in his palm.

He sent several emergency calls in succession, but Black Crystal remained silent and did not respond at all.

His companion next to him gripped the spear tightly in his hand.

Clang!

From below the north slope, a sudden metallic thud rang out.

A Black Banner soldier, covered in blood, collapsed to his knees beside the wreckage of a chariot, dropping his long sword in despair.

Several soldiers nearby glanced at the blood-red Dharma image, then turned to look at the gunboats on either side that were aimed at them.

With their commander dead, where could they possibly escape to? After hesitating for a few seconds, they released their grip and pushed their weapons a few steps away.

Their fighting spirit has completely collapsed.

Upon seeing this, Lu Changfeng immediately raised his voice and roared angrily:

"Those who abandon their weapons will be immediately contained and held captive at the foot of the slope!"

He pressed his sword against the neck of the commander on the north slope, his voice carrying across the entire front:

"Keep your formation, forwards! Don't break up! The fort's gates haven't been breached yet!"

This shout drowned out the sounds of fighting nearby and echoed throughout the front lines of the human race.

The warriors in the rear quickly stepped forward and dragged the disarmed prisoners behind the slope to block their movement.

But the warriors at the forefront never put down their swords and spears.

The battle line maintained its tight and imposing presence, spreading out to both sides along the captured positions.

The ship's cannons, suspended in mid-air, remained fixed on the north wall of the fortress.

Inside the silent military fortress, the bugle suddenly sounded again.

The sound was shorter and more urgent than the previous attack call.

The weapons that had been hanging low on the wall were forced to be raised again.

The defending troops inside the fortress, still putting up a stubborn resistance, were trying to use the cover of the defensive formation to regroup the scattered remnants of the outer perimeter.

The officer who had just surrendered at the bottom of the slope turned pale instantly upon hearing the bugle call.

He knelt on the ground and scrambled and crawled a considerable distance towards the human camp.

Just minutes before, he had been hoping that Commander Yan Qiao would come down and rescue them.

Now, he fears that if he gets too close to the fortress wall, his panicked comrades will also target him and kill him with a spear.

The human warrior stepped forward, dragged him behind a wrecked war chariot, and roughly tore off the identity token from his waist.

The officer offered no resistance whatsoever.

His gaze kept uncontrollably drifting upwards, secretly looking up at the terrifying blood-red Dharma image.

Even the high-ranking eleventh-level commander was cleaved into ashes by that blade.

He opened his mouth in despair, but ultimately said nothing, burying his head deeply in his chest.

High above, Tianheng hovered inside the Sky Machine, its cold armored chest adorned with intricate energy patterns that slowly lit up.

With a thought, Shen Tian retrieved all six weapons from his Dharma Image. The ruptured wound on his right arm was slowly healing under the nourishment of his blood and qi.

The four layers of barriers slowly dissipated.

In that space, not a trace of Yan Qiao's presence could be detected anymore.

"Target confirmed and eliminated; high-altitude threat resolved."

Tianheng's synthesized voice rang out on the communication channel.

His usually cold tone had an unusually noticeable sense of relaxation.

The Red Falcon fighters flanking the fortress decisively turned their powerful cannons back towards the fortress, continuing to relentlessly suppress the still-glowing defensive towers on the fortress walls.

With the flanking threats from both sides completely eliminated, the Terran fleet was finally freed to unleash its most intense firepower on the ground battlefield in front.

Shen Tian fell heavily.

He shattered the charred rock with his feet and landed on a protruding remnant rock above the north slope.

The four layers of dark golden barriers suddenly started operating, rapidly closing inward and adhering to the body surface.

Behind him, the enormous and ferocious six-armed Asura dharma image gradually faded away.

In the distance, from the direction of the fortress wall, the deafening roar of the main cannon was still echoing.

The crimson flashes of the cannons tore through the night sky, and the tremors of the earth surged up from the soles of our feet.

Lu Changfeng's blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, slicing through the curtain of fire.

He was locked in fierce combat with the commander of the northern slope, the clash of weapons making the air buzz.

Immediately afterwards, with a wave of his hand, he accurately retrieved Yan Qiao's personal storage device from among the scattered remnants of armor.

Shen Tian's divine sense swept over the artifact, erasing the mark of its owner, who had already lost the support of life.

The mental energy penetrated straight in.

Piles of source crystals, high-level medicines, and several spare divine weapons came into Shen Tian's perception one after another.

But at the deepest part of the storage space, a simple, gray-white sealed box lay quietly.

The sealing patterns on the box lid flowed slowly, and light flickered along the loops.

As a wisp of breath escaped from the crevice, the life core within Shen Tian's body trembled slightly.

Shen Tian's eyes lit up, and his gaze fell on the box lid.

With a wave of his hand, he swept all the miscellaneous spoils into the Primordial Origin Realm.

He carefully held the gray-white sealed box alone in his palm.

When Yan Qiao was alive, he shamelessly tried to deprive him of his spoils, leaving him only 30% as a form of charity.

Shen Tian gripped the sealed box tightly, looked down at the military fortress that was still putting up a stubborn resistance, and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

just now.

Including this military fortress, all the wealth accumulated by this eleventh-tier abyss commander over the years belongs to him alone!