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As Li Ming was consumed by the Black Dragon, the entire battlefield fell into a profound silence. The black Spiritual Energy resembled an endless abyss, completely engulfing Li Ming, leaving only the deep darkness swirling in the air. In the eyes of the soldiers, Li Ming's figure vanished into that boundless darkness, and countless hopes shattered alongside him.
"This... this is impossible..." A soldier's eyes widened in disbelief as his legs buckled, collapsing to the ground with a low sob escaping his throat. He cradled his head in his hands, unable to accept the reality before him, rendered speechless by his anguish.
"It's over... we're finished..." Another soldier stared blankly, his lips trembling as if he were murmuring to himself. His weapon fell uselessly to the ground, his hands shaking uncontrollably, as he seemed to sink into an abyss of despair.
"We're doomed... we're doomed..." More soldiers cried out in despair, their voices filled with helplessness and fear. The last flicker of hope within them extinguished with Li Ming's disappearance; facing such terrifying power, they felt like mere ants, utterly powerless to resist.
Some soldiers collapsed on the ground, covering their faces with their hands as tears streamed down uncontrollably. They had once stood here full of confidence, ready to confront the demonic forces, but now all their beliefs and courage had been obliterated without a trace. This sense of powerlessness loomed over them like a massive shadow, plunging them into complete ruin.
"Impossible... impossible..." Some soldiers looked up at the sky in confusion; the swirling darkness seemed endless, swallowing all light. Their hearts were filled with overwhelming despair, leaving them unable to find even a glimmer of hope.
Even Chen Yao's calm and resolute expression was shattered in that moment. She gazed at the roiling darkness, a surge of indescribable fear and unease rising within her. She had believed that Li Ming could overcome any obstacle, but the scene before her caused her faith to crumble gradually.
"Li Ming..." Chen Yao's voice was barely audible; her lips trembled as her gaze filled with disbelief and deep terror. The last shred of hope in her heart faded along with Li Ming's disappearance.
The entire battlefield seemed shrouded in immense despair, with cries and wails intertwining to form a mournful yet heroic symphony. People could no longer find any strength to hold onto; they could only helplessly watch everything unfold before them, awaiting their final judgment.
Just when everyone was engulfed in despair, a massive shadow suddenly descended from the sky. The figure crashed to the ground like a dark boulder, kicking up a cloud of dust. As the dust began to settle, Feng Tianlong's silhouette gradually emerged. He stood firm, the ground around him cracking from his impact, showcasing his unparalleled power.
Feng Tianlong's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, but his eyes sparkled with an evil gleam that radiated madness. A cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth as Black Qi coiled around him like a ferocious beast ready to devour everything.
"Hahaha!" Feng Tianlong's laughter echoed across the battlefield like the whisper of death, shaking every soul present. His laughter was filled with madness and triumph as if mocking these powerless lives before him. "Hahaha! Today, I will slaughter every one of you ants! Not one shall escape!"
Feng Tianlong's gaze swept over the soldiers present, their eyes filled with fear and despair, having long lost the courage to fight. The soldiers recoiled in terror, their hands trembling around their guns, the fear within them making it almost impossible to breathe. Feng Tianlong's laughter shattered their spirits, echoing like a harbinger of the death they were about to face.
His eyes then fell upon Chen Yao, who stood weakly, barely holding herself up. Though a flicker of determination flashed in her eyes, she felt an overwhelming pressure in the face of Feng Tianlong's imposing presence.
"Hahaha! You too, Chen Yao, looking so feeble that you can barely muster the strength to die!" Feng Tianlong mocked as he stepped closer to her, dripping with endless derision and arrogance. His laughter struck deep into the hearts of everyone present like the fangs of a venomous snake.
Next, Feng Tianlong's gaze settled on Master Han. He looked at this once-mighty figure now reduced to a soulless shell lying unconscious on the ground. This only fueled Feng Tianlong's laughter further; he was almost delirious with joy at the thought of the glorious deeds he was about to accomplish.
"Hahaha! How many people will I kill today? How much glory will I earn?" Feng Tianlong's voice grew increasingly frenzied, unable to suppress his inner ecstasy and bloodlust.
He surveyed the powerless Human Soldiers before him—mere ants in his eyes, nothing more than playthings on the battlefield that he could extinguish at will. His laughter became more unrestrained as he reveled in the impending slaughter, determined to turn this place into a hell where everyone would feel the terror and despair of death.
The soldiers' hearts were once again filled with dread; they could not face such a formidable enemy and could only watch helplessly as Feng Tianlong approached step by step, as if Death itself had raised its cold scythe, ready to reap their lives at any moment. In that instant, all hope on the battlefield seemed to vanish.
As they watched Feng Tianlong draw nearer, the soldiers frantically drew their weapons in a desperate attempt to repel this devilish foe. However, Feng Tianlong moved with lightning speed, darting behind one of the soldiers with astonishing agility.
"Crack!" Before the soldier could react, Feng Tianlong's powerful hands seized his head and twisted violently. The soldier's neck emitted a chilling snap as his eyes remained wide open in their final moments of terror before life slipped away in an instant. Feng Tianlong smirked coldly, holding the lifeless body as a shield before him.
"Fire! Fire now!" other soldiers shouted in panic, wildly pulling their triggers as bullets rained down upon Feng Tianlong. Yet those bullets mercilessly pierced through the corpse he held, blood splattering everywhere but failing to harm him in the slightest.
Feng Tianlong's eyes glimmered with a bloodthirsty light as he disregarded the body being riddled with bullets and swiftly charged toward the soldiers who had fired at him. Each step echoed like the footsteps of death itself, instilling profound fear in those across from him.
"No... no!" The soldiers' terror peaked; their guns nearly slipped from their grasp. They could not confront such an unbeatable foe and could only watch helplessly as Feng Tianlong drew closer, despair consuming their hearts like an encroaching darkness.
Feng Tianlong's speed was astonishing, his figure moving like a ghost, constantly dodging the bullets that flew towards him. He resembled a hungry wolf, ruthlessly pouncing on the group of helpless soldiers. A sinister grin spread across his face, his eyes glinting with a cruel light, each step bringing the shadow of death closer to these soldiers.
"Hahaha, come on, ants! Let me enjoy this massacre!" Feng Tianlong's maniacal laughter echoed once more, as if proclaiming his victory. Just as he was about to charge in front of the soldiers, Li Ming gripped his weapon tightly, preparing for a final counterattack.
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