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Cangming was shocked. His tentacles were made of special bio-alloy and living tissue, and were extremely tough. Yet they were so easily dismantled by the other party.
So he held back, and his tentacles plunged into the lunar soil, triggering the seawater that had been stored in a special container and was now pouring out.
"Heart of the Tides, Deep-Sea Annihilation!"
The ground trembled, and the guided seawater mixed with lunar soil formed several huge, rotating mudflow tentacles that shot up from the ground and surrounded Chen Hao from all directions, squeezing and crushing him with absolute force.
Chen Hao's eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "Imperial Dragon Blade, condense!"
He clasped his hands together, and dark gold intertwined with spiritual energy, producing two ornately designed dragon-shaped longswords burning with substantial energy flames.
Instead of confronting all the mudflow tentacles head-on, Chen Hao suddenly blurred and used quantum tunneling to appear on the side of the thickest mudflow tentacle as if by teleportation.
"cut!"
As the dragon blade swung down, an extremely thin, dark gold thread flashed past.
The enormous mudflow tentacles seemed to have been severed from the material plane, with one section instantly disintegrating into the most primitive mud, sand, and water molecules, which crashed to the ground with a splash.
At the same time, the dragon wing thrusters on his back were fully activated, "Ten Thousand Scale Floating Cannons!"
Countless palm-sized, sharp-edged, dark gold energy scales peeled off the dragon's wings as if they were alive, transforming into a metallic storm that shot towards the joints of the remaining mud-flow tentacles.
Under atomic-level perception, these joints have nowhere to hide.
"Puff puff!"
The mudflow tentacles were detonated and disintegrated from the inside, turning into a rain of mud.
Chen Hao hovered in mid-air, and the light of the Imperial Dragon Domain shone even brighter, evaporating the falling mud and rain.
He looked at Cangming, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Your power originates from the ocean, and this place is, after all, a desert. To have lasted so long against me, you are an outstanding figure among the sixth-tier cultivators."
Cangming's face was ashen. His renowned control over the field and mental suppression seemed utterly powerless in the face of the opponent's exquisite control over matter and domain power.
He could only rely on his abilities and the bizarre bio-armor to barely hold on; all he needed to do was stall him.
On the right side of the gate, the fighting style is completely different.
The light here was dim, and sound seemed to be absorbed; only the annihilating black mist that permeated Purgatory rolled in the shadows.
Within the black mist, the decaying wreckage of a ghost ship and pale skeleton warriors could be vaguely seen, emitting silent roars as they charged forward wave after wave.
Xuan Zhong, with his heavy, dark brown armor, looked less like a warrior and more like a mobile fortress.
His massive shield on his left arm was deeply embedded in the ground, and the immovable force was fully activated, connecting with the lunar rock layer as one.
Despite the ramming of the ghost ship and the clawing of the skeleton soldiers, he remained unmoved, like an ancient rock rooted to the earth.
"The call of the Underworld!"
A hoarse voice came from the black mist, and the power of the Annihilation Domain continued to penetrate Xuan Zhong's armor, eroding his life essence, but unfortunately, the effect was not significant.
Xuan Zhong's will was harder than the lunar rock beneath him.
His bronze face was expressionless, except for a pair of resolute eyes that stared coldly through the observation window at the true form of Purgatory in the black mist.
“A futile effort,” he said in a low voice.
Occasionally, when the number of undead gathers to a certain extent, Xuan Zhong will suddenly raise his right fist, and the Zhenyue gauntlet will light up with an earthy yellow light.
"Super-density materialization, Zhenyue!"
He slammed his fist into the ground.
"Boom!"
A shockwave visible to the naked eye spread forward, instantly pulverizing everything in its path, from ghost ships to skeletons, into the finest powder, clearing out a large area.
Purgatory, somewhat agitated, brandished its Soul-Hunting Hook, the massive anchor-shaped weapon slamming into Xuanzhong's shield with a soul-tearing shriek, engaging in close combat.
"Boom!"
A loud bang was heard, but most of the sound waves were absorbed by the silent black mist.
Xuan Zhong only paused slightly, without leaving a single scratch on the shield.
On the contrary, the force of the recoil made his arm go numb, and he almost dropped his weapon.
"Damn turtle shell."
Purgatory cursed under his breath, feeling a sense of frustration at having nowhere to attack an opponent whose defense was almost maxed out.
He tried to bypass Xuan Zhong and attack the space pirates behind him, but Xuan Zhong's regional energy shield always deployed in time, keeping him firmly outside and preventing him from succeeding.
Xuan Zhong was like the most patient hunter, constantly enduring attacks, analyzing the patterns of fluctuations in the Purgatory Domain, and searching for those fleeting energy gaps that might appear when the opponent maintained the domain and summoned the undead.
He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to strike decisively and win the game.
……
On the edge of the main battlefield, an area has been transformed into a world of ice and fire.
Lan's ability to channel all water into one source was brought to its fullest potential. She manipulated limited water resources, mainly from starship deployments and her own reserves, to form countless high-speed rotating water blades that cut through the air like high-pressure water jets, weaving a massive defensive net.
At the same time, she continuously creates thick ice walls, not only for defense but also to cleverly alter the battlefield terrain and restrict Yan Jin's movement routes.
Chapter 250 is simply scum.
"Lan, can your seawater withstand my fire?"
Yan Jin was utterly disdainful. The mechanical flame wings on the back of his Burning Sky Armor fully unfolded, spewing out scorching plasma streams, making him appear as if a god of fire had descended to earth.
His claw-shaped nozzles continuously spewed out purifying plasma flames exceeding 5000 degrees Celsius, transforming into roaring fire dragons that charged towards Lan's water blades and ice walls.
"laugh!"
The extreme heat and the extreme cold of the water element collided, instantly unleashing a large amount of white steam. The water blades were evaporated, and the ice walls melted rapidly.
Wherever the flames passed, the ground was burned and melted into crimson lava.
But Lan's goal was not to confront them head-on.
Her mirage ability was activated silently, creating several phantoms of herself under the cover of steam, as well as fake terrain depressions and energy fluctuations, to interfere with the sniper Hanxing's lock-on from afar.
Sniper Hanxing was hidden in the shadow of a giant rock on the high ground of the battlefield. The sniper cannon on the back of his armor was already set up, and the Sky Eye system was constantly scanning the battlefield.
Data streamed through her icy blue eyes like a waterfall.
"Target Lan, 67.8% chance of being the real body, 21.5% chance of being the illusion to the left front, and 10.7% chance of being the illusion to the right. Yan Jin, three meters behind the ice wall at your three o'clock position, there is a weak life essence reaction, which may be a trap."
Her calm voice reached Ember's ears through the tactical link, and at the same time, she pulled the trigger.
"call out!"
An almost invisible beam of energy shot out instantly, not towards Lan's real body or illusion, but precisely towards the base of the ice wall at the three o'clock position of Yan Jin.
"Crack!"
The ice wall shattered, revealing a highly compressed torrent trap hidden behind it, ready to erupt at any moment.
If Hanxing hadn't warned and intervened, Yanjin would likely have been severely injured if he had rushed over rashly.
"Thanks, Ice Girl!"
Yan Jin laughed loudly, and took the opportunity to rush forward. His plasma flames condensed into a huge fire sword, which he slashed at Lan, who was momentarily distracted because the trap had been broken.
Lan's pupils contracted slightly, and three overlapping rotating water shields instantly condensed in front of her, while she retreated rapidly.
"boom!"
The flaming greatsword struck the water shield, unleashing astonishing energy. The two water shields collapsed instantly, and the third was also covered in cracks.
Lan was shaken by the impact, her blood surging. She was secretly shocked by the terrifying power of Yan Jin's explosive force, and even more wary of the sniper in the distance who was as calm as a venomous snake.
She was completely at a disadvantage.
Yan Jin's direct assault was like a raging tsunami, forcing her to respond with all her might.
Hanxing's ranged attacks, on the other hand, acted like an omnipresent undercurrent, blocking all her escape routes and tactical changes.
Lan could only rely on her exquisite fluid manipulation and illusion abilities to struggle against the combined attack of ice and fire, with each defense and dodge fraught with danger.
……
On the other side, Ye Lan's Jade Rabbit-Ghostly Armor blended perfectly into the environment, and the Annihilation Camouflage System made her look like a true ghost. Many space pirates died at her hands.
Night Eye's ability to erase his presence is even more bizarre. He doesn't become invisible, but rather makes the enemy's perception system subconsciously ignore his existence.
Night Eyes might be standing quietly beside a pile of wreckage, but those in the heat of battle would subconsciously assume that there is nothing there, which is the most terrifying thing about it.
……
The entire entrance to the Moon Palace transformed into a massive energy vortex and a grinding wheel of flesh and blood.
A relatively open area on the right.
"You scum, you're utter degenerates."
Li Pojun said coldly, his burly figure like a steel giant, his arms wielding Storm Dual Rotary Cannons that spewed out scorching tongues of fire at a rate of thousands of rounds per minute.
“Da da da da da!!!”
The specially designed armor-piercing and explosive rounds formed two visible torrents of metal, like the scythe of death, sweeping across the strange battlefield made up of mechanical debris ahead.
The self-destructing drones released by Jock swarmed in like locusts, turning into dazzling but short-lived fireworks in a storm of metal, with parts and sparks flying everywhere.
"King of Junk, do you think your pile of junk can stop me?"
Li Pojun roared, and the missile launcher on his back opened. Several meteor missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, hurtled towards Jock's tattered Monarch armor, which was constantly emitting sparks and steam.
"Hehe... junk? Ignorant, you don't know anything. This is art, the aesthetics of turning waste into treasure."
Jock responded, his voice crackling with electrical noise due to the mechanical modifications.
Faced with the whistling missiles, the multiple detachable mechanical tentacles on his back moved rapidly as if they were alive.
"Proliferate, stop them for me!"
From a distance, several mechanical tentacles could be seen detaching from the main body in an instant, rapidly deforming and combining in mid-air, and in a flash, they formed a temporary but sturdy shield made of scrap metal, blocking the missile's trajectory.
"Boom boom boom!"
The missile struck the shield and exploded violently, the shockwave blasting away surrounding mechanical debris, and the shield itself was shattered into pieces.
However, Jock's main body used the force of the explosion to slide backward, avoiding most of the damage.