Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Song Chao stood within the protective circle of four blood-red shields, his hands hanging at his sides, his ten fingers slightly spread.

Five beads of blood swirled on his fingertips, each one pulsating slightly as if breathing.

His eyes had turned completely dark red, emitting a faint glow under the blood-red light of the surrounding blood shields.

Then he moved.

He lifted his foot, stepped onto the pile of rubble, and walked step by step toward the direction of the command armored vehicle.

The four blood shields moved in sync with his steps, always protecting him completely.

Bullets kept hitting the blood shield, making dull thuds like rain hitting a tent.

Grenades kept exploding on the surface of the Blood Shield, the flashes illuminating half the battlefield, but the Blood Shield remained intact.

"He's moving forward!"

"At the very front of the shield formation, a young team member shouted in terror."

"He's walking this way! Bullets can't penetrate his shield! What do we do!"

"What's the panic!"

The officer, who appeared to be the captain, shouted a stern rebuke, but his voice was trembling.

"Keep firing! Increase the firepower! I refuse to believe that his broken shield can hold out forever!"

The bullets were fired more densely.

All three thousand men's firepower was concentrated in the direction the Song Dynasty was advancing.

The bullets were so dense that they almost formed a high-pressure water gun woven from bullets, relentlessly pounding the surface of the blood shield.

But the Song Dynasty was still moving forward.

His steps were slow, but each step landed steadily on the gravel ground.

Every step he took shortened the distance between him and the command armored vehicle.

Three hundred meters.

280 meters.

250 meters.

Song Mingcheng could clearly see the direction in which the Song Dynasty was moving through the telescope.

He's walking this way.

The target is this command armored vehicle.

The target is him.

"Sniper!"

Song Mingcheng abruptly pressed the intercom, and a crack finally appeared in his voice.

"All sniper teams, fire freely! Aim for his head! Use armor-piercing rounds! Shoot through his shield!"

As soon as the order was given, forty-five snipers simultaneously pulled their triggers.

Forty-five armor-piercing shells were fired simultaneously from different directions at the head of the Song Dynasty.

These armor-piercing rounds have warheads specifically designed to target superhumans.

The projectile core is made of tungsten carbide alloy and can penetrate the steel plates of a light armored vehicle at a distance of two kilometers.

For the first time, the Song Dynasty came to a halt.

His mental power sensed the threat posed by those armor-piercing shells.

Their kinetic energy far exceeds that of ordinary rifle bullets, and the hardness of their bullets is enough to penetrate his current blood shield defense.

He conjured more layers of blood shield in the direction the bullets were coming from.

Originally, there were four blood shields rotating around his body, but now, under his mental control, the blood in front of him is rapidly thickening.

The blood shield split into three, and the three blood shields overlapped to form a blood-red barrier that was 1.5 meters thick.

The armor-piercing round struck the first blood shield, its warhead sinking into the thick blood.

But this time the bullet's kinetic energy was not fully absorbed.

Tungsten carbide projectile cores have a far greater penetrating power than ceramic projectiles; they tear through the first layer of defense.

It continued its charge forward, crashing into the second layer of blood shield.

The second layer of blood shield trembled violently, its surface bursting with rings of crimson ripples before being torn apart by the bullet.

The kinetic energy of the bullet core was finally exhausted, and it stopped in front of the third layer of blood shield, slowly rotating as it was embedded in the surface of the blood shield.

All forty-five armor-piercing rounds were blocked.

However, the pace of progress in the Song Dynasty was disrupted.

More armor-piercing rounds followed.

After the initial shot, the snipers quickly adjusted their firing parameters; this time, they no longer fired simultaneously.

Instead, they adopted a rotation tactic, with three people taking turns firing, and fifteen armor-piercing rounds being fired from different directions every three seconds.

At the same time, the grenade launchers also adjusted their tactics.

Instead of shooting directly at Song Chao himself, they aimed at the ground along his path of advance.

The grenades exploded on the gravelly ground in front of the Song Dynasty, creating deep craters.

The shockwave carried rubble and shrapnel everywhere, forcing the Song Dynasty to constantly adjust the defensive direction of the Blood Shield.

"Great! Great! It works!"

Seeing through his telescope that the Song Dynasty's advance had slowed significantly, Song Mingcheng's face lit up with a renewed smile of excitement.

"Keep the attack! Unleash all heavy weapons! Break through his shield! I refuse to believe he can hold out forever!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than an even more intense barrage of fire began.

The machine guns on the attack helicopter opened fire.

That was a 20mm caliber chain gun with a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute.

The shells left six fiery trails in the air, cascading down from the sky like six burning whips lashing towards the highest point of the ruins.

The power of machine gun shells far exceeds that of rifle bullets and grenades; each shot is enough to cut a person in half at the waist.

The explosion struck the blood shield, sending all the rubble within a ten-meter radius flying into the air.

The surface of the blood shield was blasted open with holes the size of washbasins, although blood was rapidly filling them.

However, the rate of repair can no longer keep up with the rate of destruction.

The Song Dynasty came to a halt once again.

Four blood shields spun wildly around his body, constantly filling the gaps that had been torn apart and thickening the weakened areas.

He could feel his mental energy being rapidly depleted.

Controlling so much blood to perform high-intensity defense at the same time places a huge strain on the mind.

But his expression remained unchanged.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Four armed helicopters circled overhead, their cannons raining down bullets from the sky.

They pushed his defenses to their limits step by step.

Then he lowered his head.

A thicker mist of blood began to emanate from the surface of his body.

The blood mist no longer dissipated in the air; instead, it condensed together.

Behind him, it was rewoven into that three-meter-tall blood-red Asura.

Shura's shoulders, chest, and arms solidified in just three seconds.

Angular muscle lines, a dark red flame burning in deep-set eye sockets, two curved horns on the forehead,

Everything was exactly the same as in the safe house.

But this time, Shura is no longer just a phantom.

Its hands are raised high, crossed in front of its chest, and then suddenly stretched outwards.

An invisible shockwave spread outward from Shura as the center.

That was a psychological deterrent.

The mental impact unleashed after the bloodline power was compressed to its limit directly affected the depths of the consciousness of all witnesses.

The members at the very front of the shield formation were the first to feel the impact.

The moment they saw Shura spread his arms, an endless sea of ​​blood exploded in their minds.

Countless blood-red hands reached out from the sea of ​​blood, grabbing their ankles, wrists, necks, and hair, dragging them deeper into the sea of ​​blood.

They struggled, screamed, and waved their arms wildly in their hallucinations.

In reality, their bodies felt as if all their strength had been drained, their guns fell to the ground, and their riot shields tilted to one side.

A person collapsed.

Two people collapsed.

Ten people fell down.

One hundred people fell.

Under the mental shock of Shura, the shield formation collapsed in large sections like dominoes.

At least one-third of the three thousand elite team members in the innermost circle lost their fighting ability during the first shock.