Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

His massive steel body moved sideways at a speed that defied all reason.

The heavy alloy shield on his left arm, infused with all his vital energy, forcefully blocked the sword light and the stars.

His defensive capabilities are among the best in the entire Machine Race's Twelve Thrones.

That alloy heavy shield was a divine artifact left behind by a god-level powerhouse of the mechanical race.

It is said to be able to withstand attacks of hundreds of billions of units of health without suffering any damage.

Such a treasure should not have fallen into Tie Yuan's hands.

However, Tie Yuan's family suffered heavy casualties on the Great Xia homeland.

When he broke through to the god level, he displayed unparalleled defensive talent.

Finally, after discussion, the Twelve Thrones bestowed this divine shield upon him.

This can be seen as the clan's way of compensating for the sacrifices his family made.

The moment the sword light collided with the heavy shield, the entire battlefield fell silent for a breath.

Then came the blinding light.

An attack of 180 billion units of energy was unleashed upon a heavy alloy shield.

The terrifyingly high temperature instantly vaporized everything within a radius of several thousand feet.

A massive circular shock wave rapidly spread outwards.

It sent countless puppets flying, turning them to ashes in mid-air.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the heavy shield at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cracks spread rapidly in all directions.

Each crack emitted a dark red glow from the high temperature of the metal.

Tie Yuan gritted his teeth.

His energy core was operating wildly, pouring all his blood and spiritual energy into the heavy shield.

The crack eventually stopped at two-thirds of the way across the shield, without completely penetrating it.

The attack, which was worth 180 billion, was blocked by this shield.

But the cost was that the shield was almost completely destroyed.

Tie Yuan suffered direct comminuted fractures in both arms.

His body was also on the verge of collapse.

The powerful recoil nearly killed him.

The stars are not having an easy time either.

His armor peeled off layer by layer and then turned into dust.

She herself was already on the verge of death and had fallen into a coma.

"Huh!"

Ye Feng was also greatly surprised.

He never expected that the big, clumsy Tie Yuan would be so fast and appear in front of him miraculously.

Little did he know that this was an inherent skill of Tie Yuan's divine shield.

Super support.

Once activated, it can instantly teleport to the person being protected and immediately unleash the ultimate defense mode.

"But let me deliver another sword strike! I wonder if you can withstand it?"

"Sword Drawing Technique! Slash!"

Ye Feng gave a soft shout.

The Xuanyuan Sword emitted golden light once more, and then it was swung out.

Ye Feng now has a total of 6 billion Qi and Blood, so the Tenfold Sword Drawing Technique would be an attack of 60 billion Qi and Blood.

He believed that this attack would definitely kill the two machine race members in front of him.

However, just as the sword light was about to cleave the two of them in two at the same time...

Mo Wuji's heavy sword slashed out from the side.

The heavy sword and the light of the Xuanyuan Sword collided in mid-air.

Mo Wuji's heavy sword emitted an extremely piercing cracking sound.

A crack spread out from the tip of the sword.

The heavy sword that had been with him for tens of thousands of years shattered into two pieces.

"That's impossible!"

"This sword of mine is a top-tier near-divine weapon!"

Why was it chopped up?

Although Mo Wuji swung his sword hastily.

But this sword strike has at least 70 billion units of attack power.

In addition, there was the sub-divine artifact longsword in his hand.

He was confident that he could easily block Ye Feng's attack.

But to everyone's surprise, they didn't gain the upper hand against Ye Feng's sword.

Instead, the swords were cleaved into pieces.

"A god-level longsword? At least 60 billion HP attack power!"

"Is this really something a tenth-tier god should have? Is this an attack that a tenth-tier god can just casually unleash?"

Artifact-level armor is quite common among various alien races, with each race possessing at least a dozen pieces.

However, none of the seven alien races possessed an offensive artifact.

A human race that once had no gods actually possessed a divine longsword.

This is simply unbelievable.

"What are we all doing? Why didn't we wipe out this human race sooner?!"

He had previously proposed sending a large army to completely annihilate the human race.

At that time, the human race didn't even have a god.

Killing them was incredibly easy.

But the clan chief told him that the human race still had great uses.

"What utterly useless use! Now we've raised a tiger that will cause us trouble!"

A shard of the sword flew backward, grazing Mo Wuji's cheek.

They cut a deep, bone-revealing wound directly on one side of his face.

Mo Wuji touched the wound on his face, filled with shock and anger.

"Humans! Humans! They've truly risen!"

Tie Yuan was seriously injured, and his arms were almost unable to lift the heavy shield anymore.

Xingchen was dying and had already fallen into a coma.

Mo Wuji's weapon shattered, and the wound on his left cheek was so deep that the bone was visible.

The three god-level powerhouses of the alien alliance were all defeated by Ye Feng's two sword strikes.

Two of them even lost their ability to fight.

The information about the Wood Elf clan was wrong from beginning to end.

180 billion?

Ye Feng's strength has increased so much after breaking through to the god level.

It doubled directly from 90 billion to 180 billion.

Is this scientifically sound?

Ye Feng is no longer the human who had just entered the god-level realm.

An attack worth 180 billion.

This number is probably only something that those peak eleventh-tier old monsters could handle.

The chieftain of the Wood Demon Clan, Wood Emperor Heaven; the First Throne of the Mechanical Clan; the chieftain of the Heavenly Demon Clan, Demon Xingtian; and the chieftains of the other four clans.

"Perhaps only they have a chance to defeat this human, Ye Feng!"

Of all those beings in the entire outer realm who could escape unscathed from this sword strike, perhaps only those atop the highest thrones of their respective races would be able to do so.

The human youth standing in front of the three was no longer a native human, but a grim reaper who could take their lives at any moment.

"Retreat." Mo Wuji uttered a single word weakly, his voice devoid of resentment, only filled with the lingering fear that followed his composure. "We must retreat. An attack of 180 billion units of Qi and Blood—even the three of us combined can only withstand one strike."

"If we don't leave now, we're all going to die!"

Tie Yuan did not refute.

He looked down at his nearly ruined alloy shield, then looked up at Xingchen, who had fallen into a coma.

"Retreat the entire army! Take as many as you can!"

The alien army scattered like birds and beasts, all fleeing en masse.

In particular, Mo Wutian directly swept up Tie Yuan and Xingchen, transforming them into a wisp of demonic flame and disappearing into the void.

His strength was not damaged, and he was still a late-stage eleventh-tier god-level expert.

They ran so fast that even Ye Feng couldn't stop them.

After Ye Feng severely injured two leaders of the alien army with a single sword strike, the human race unleashed an astonishing aura.

All the human powerhouses were extremely excited, and their combat strength soared.

"Long live Ye Feng! Long live the King of Great Xia!"

"Lord Ye is amazing! His combat power is probably unmatched even by the chieftains of other alien races from beyond the realm!"

"Our human race has finally risen!"

The Great Xia City used to be a place where foreign tribes could kill and raise livestock at will.

In the old Great Xia City.

Anyone with a modicum of status knows the plight of the human race; they are worse than pigs and dogs.

But now Ye Feng has arrived.

The rise of Dragon City.

A total of eighty god-level combatants.

There is also Ye Feng, a top-tier fighter comparable to the leader of an alien race.

At this point, the human race had truly risen to prominence.

Seeing that the human race's morale was greatly boosted, Ye Feng did not choose to pursue Mo Wuji and his two companions.

Instead, they organized human experts to hunt down the defeated soldiers of the alien coalition.