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Feng Tianlong's madness was uncontrollable, his killing intent palpable, almost suffocating the air around him. The soldiers, completely dominated by fear, instinctively raised their guns and opened fire on Feng Tianlong.
"Fire! Fire now!" one soldier shouted, his rifle spitting flames. Bullets sliced through the air at an astonishing speed towards Feng Tianlong. However, terrifyingly, Feng Tianlong did not dodge or evade; he allowed the bullets to strike him.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The bullets hit Feng Tianlong's muscles as if they were striking steel, producing a sharp sound before bouncing back. Bullets flew chaotically in the air, hitting the ground and surrounding debris with a resounding thud. The soldiers watched in horror, some screaming in terror, while others trembled so violently that their guns shook in their hands, yet they dared not stop firing, as if halting would mean instant death.
"No... impossible..." one soldier murmured in despair, his gun beginning to overheat, yet he clung to it tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain. He could not believe that this monster before him was so terrifying that even bullets could not harm him.
A manic smile crept across Feng Tianlong's lips as he advanced steadily towards the desperate soldiers. With each step he took, his murderous aura intensified, as if he were the only being left in existence, and anything standing in his way would be utterly torn apart.
Finally, he stood before one soldier who had been completely crushed by fear, his body frozen and unable to move as he could only watch Feng Tianlong approach. Suddenly, Feng Tianlong raised a fist and pierced through the soldier's chest in an instant.
"Thud—" Blood sprayed forth as Feng Tianlong's arm sliced through the soldier's body like a sharp sword, emerging from his back. The soldier's eyes widened in shock, weak gasps escaping his lips as pain and unwillingness filled his face before his body slumped lifelessly.
Feng Tianlong withdrew his hand, blood splattering everywhere. He looked down at the fallen soldier with that same maniacal grin. To him, these lives were no more significant than ants; he was merely reaping them at will.
The surrounding soldiers were thrown into complete panic upon witnessing this scene; some frantically tried to flee while others fell to their knees, wailing in despair. Regardless of their actions, they all knew that this monster before them was unbeatable.
Li Ming's fury burned even more fiercely within him; the Spiritual Energy in his chest blazed like a raging fire. Having witnessed Feng Tianlong's massacre of innocent soldiers, his hatred reached its peak. All that remained in his eyes was that unrestrained demon; he could no longer suppress his anger. Li Ming shouted, "Stop the senseless slaughter!" He then lunged forward with a powerful step, charging towards Feng Tianlong as the ground trembled beneath him from his immense strength.
His sword glimmered with a cold light in hand, exuding an unstoppable force as its tip sliced through the air straight for Feng Tianlong's right shoulder. Li Ming moved like lightning, channeling all his power into the blade; he firmly believed this strike could end the demon before him. Feng Tianlong sensed the ferocity of the attack; a hint of disdain flickered in his eyes as he stood firm without flinching or dodging.
The sword’s edge whistled through the air as it struck down towards Feng Tianlong’s right shoulder. A glimmer of hope flashed in Li Ming’s eyes; he knew this blow contained all of his strength and was his final gamble against Feng Tianlong.
However, just as the sword was about to touch Feng Tianlong's shoulder, Li Ming's heart suddenly trembled. His sword struck fiercely against Feng Tianlong's shoulder, but it felt as if he had hit an impenetrable wall of steel. The blade emitted a dull thud, and Li Ming's arm went numb from the powerful recoil. He was astonished to discover that his sword had failed to penetrate Feng Tianlong's defense!
"Impossible!" Li Ming's pupils constricted sharply, and a wave of intense fear engulfed him. How could Feng Tianlong's body be so hard? Li Ming couldn't believe his eyes; this strike had no effect at all.
A glimmer of mockery and derision flashed in Feng Tianlong's eyes as a cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth. He suddenly struck out with lightning speed, his right hand lunging forward like a fierce tiger, gripping Li Ming's throat tightly. Li Ming felt a terrifying force instantly constricting his breath; his feet faltered, and he was lifted off the ground, struggling in mid-air.
Feng Tianlong's hand was like an iron claw, firmly locking around Li Ming's neck. His gaze was cold and sharp, filled with ruthless killing intent. His voice was low and hoarse, dripping with endless mockery: "You are... that useless one from before... still alive?"
Li Ming struggled, gripping Feng Tianlong's wrist in an attempt to break free from this terrifying hold. However, Feng Tianlong's strength was like a mountain, unmovable. Li Ming's vision began to blur, breathing became increasingly difficult, and all that remained in his mind was the instinct to survive. Feng Tianlong's face loomed closer, his eyes wild like a beast staring at him, the smile on his lips growing ever more cruel.
"Damn it..." Li Ming cursed inwardly, feeling powerless due to lack of oxygen yet still unwilling to give up struggling. Feng Tianlong's fingers tightened further, and Li Ming felt as if his neck would be crushed at any moment. Summoning the last ounce of strength he had left, he raised his sword again, attempting to strike at Feng Tianlong's arm once more, but it turned into a weak blow that had no effect.
"You worthless piece of trash... why won't you just die?" Feng Tianlong's voice was low and hoarse, filled with scorn. With a sudden forceful motion, he pressed down hard, forcing Li Ming to kneel heavily on the ground before that invincible enemy.
Li Ming's mind echoed with Feng Tianlong's words; fear and anger intertwined within him, but he knew he could not continue like this. He had reached his limit. Feng Tianlong's maniacal laughter reverberated in his ears, mercilessly mocking his weakness and helplessness.
Just when Li Ming’s life hung by a thread, a soldier gritted his teeth in fear but still summoned the courage to charge forward with his rifle tightly grasped in hand, bayonet fixed. He rushed toward Feng Tianlong with heavy footsteps that echoed ominously across the silent battlefield. The soldier knew this strike might have no effect at all, but he could not stand by and watch as Feng Tianlong continued the slaughter.
As he reached behind Feng Tianlong, the soldier put all his strength into thrusting the bayonet deep into Feng Tianlong’s back. The blade sank into the muscle instantly; however, unexpectedly, upon hitting his skin like iron, it emitted a crisp snap as it broke in two. The soldier’s eyes widened in terror as he stared at the half-broken blade in his hands, trembling uncontrollably from fear.
Feng Tianlong’s body remained unmoved as if that attack had merely been a gentle breeze brushing against him. He slowly slammed Li Ming down onto the ground; the powerful impact caused the earth to shake violently and kicked up clouds of dust. Li Ming let out a muffled groan of pain as he was nearly buried in the dirt, unable to move due to the agony.
Feng Tianlong slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on the soldier like that of a beast stalking its prey. There was no trace of pity in those eyes—only an unfathomable madness and brutality. The soldier felt a chill run through him to the bone; he trembled involuntarily as his rifle drooped from his weak grip. He wanted to retreat but found his feet weighed down as if they were made of lead, unable to move at all.
Feng Tianlong chuckled softly, his laughter echoing like a sinister melody from hell, sending chills down the spine. He advanced step by step toward the soldier, each stride radiating a sense of devastating pressure. The soldier's heart raced violently, his breath becoming increasingly labored, yet he knew there was no escape. The only thing he could do was grip his broken sword tightly and prepare to fight with everything he had.
Just as Feng Tianlong was about to stand before the soldier, he suddenly raised his hand and seized the soldier by the throat, squeezing tightly. A sickening crack echoed as the soldier's neck broke, blood gushing forth in an instant. The soldier's eyes widened in terror, the last flicker of hope extinguished along with his life. Feng Tianlong discarded the soldier's lifeless body as if it were mere trash, casually wiping the blood from his hands before turning his gaze back to Li Ming, who lay on the ground.
Li Ming struggled to rise but found himself immobilized by the weight of his injuries. He watched the brave yet unfortunate soldier with a burning fury in his heart, but at that moment, he was powerless to stop the massacre. The overwhelming strength of Feng Tianlong filled Li Ming with despair; the disparity in their abilities was so vast that he even questioned whether he would survive to leave this battlefield.
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