Like a rectangular hydraulic press, He Pi was smashed to the ground.

Boom!

He Pi’s chest caved in.

Boom!

He Pi’s chest was practically smashed into a meat patty!

Boom!

By the third strike, the ground had collapsed into a pit, and He Pi’s pupils were wide open.

He could still breathe, but was taking in less air and exhaling more.

Rumble!

When the cone struck the fourth time, He Pi completely stopped breathing.

Indeed!

The esteemed Seventh-Grade, killed outright by a Third-Grade archer.

Clatter!

Only after He Pi lost his life did the cone fully collapse, ultimately burying He Pi alive.

...

"Gong Ling... this..."

Su Yue swallowed hard.

What kind of archery is this, why is it so terrifying.

"I use an unparalleled combat technique, but unfortunately, only a Grandmaster can perform it. Without your help, it can’t be used."

Gong Ling explained briefly.

In fact, she had a mouthful of blood in her throat, but she swallowed it down hard.

At the same time, droplets of blood constantly dripped from Gong Ling’s palm.

She was actually not at ease.

But for her companions’ peace of mind, Gong Ling appeared calm.

The others were also too shocked to breathe.

Chen Yuhui was startled, his mouth dry.

A lesson indeed.

Even though he was Seventh-Grade himself, he could no longer underestimate any Third-Grade Martial Artist in the future.

This was too brutal.

Such a Seventh-Grade alien, killed on the spot, how are we Grandmasters supposed to survive in the future.

Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang sighed in despair.

No more showing off either.

Today’s war belongs to Su Yue and Gong Ling.

These two finished the strongest show today.

Wang Lu Feng and the others were in extreme pain, and under Du Jing’s Book’s skin, a fine layer of blood-sweat appeared.

It hurt very much.

But as long as Su Yue didn’t call it off, they didn’t either.

Killing a Seventh-Grade.

You can brag about it in your next life.

...

The entire alien race was shocked.

All the wildly charging Grandmasters retreated warily.

Why charge anymore.

Their Third-Grade can easily take out a Seventh-Grade Grandmaster standing still. Who still dares to charge.

What’s more, He Pi was a long-established Camp General.

He’s not a weakling.

Anyway, the Sixth-Grade aliens dared not charge anymore.

Whoever wants to can go, but I’m not going.

Even though they knew that Gong Ling definitely couldn’t last a few more arrows, no one dared to take the risk.

Nobody wants to be a death target.

As for the Seventh-Grade, they valued their lives even more.

Stalemate!

Just like that, the originally aggressive alien army suddenly fell into a stalemate.

The human Martial Artists hurried to take elixirs to start recovering from their injuries.

Luojian Beast King finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It also marveled at how terrifying the human Martial Artists were.

...

Pft!

Suddenly, Du Jing’s Book spewed a mouthful of fresh blood.

He was the first to be unable to hold on and directly let go of the rear suppression.

At this moment, Du Jing’s Book looked as though he had bathed in blood, appearing extremely terrifying.

Tian Hongwei was also covered in blood-sweat.

Wang Lu Feng had a little less.

Liao Ping had even less.

"What’s wrong with you all!"

Chen Yuhui quickly asked.

"Sorry... I can’t hold on..."

Du Jing’s Book wore a face full of regret, self-blame, and remorse.

Buzz Buzz!

Buzz Buzz!

At this moment, Chen Yuhui’s communicator rang.

He hurried to answer it.

It was an emergency call from Yan Dongyan, head of the combat techniques department at the Divine Land Research Institute.

When fighting for humanity, information travels fast as well.

...

"Are you the General responsible for the students’ safety? I am Yan Dongyan.

"The students in the rear need a bloodletting from you. Remember the acupoints I mention; only continuous bloodletting can sustain them."

On the other end of the call, Yan Dongyan used the highest authorization to find Chen Yuhui’s communication number.

When earlier providing Su Yue with combat techniques, he and Xue Pinghai overlooked a critical factor.

The rear, although the easiest position, has to endure the most primitive Qi Blood impact, causing an instant swelling within, leading to congestion.

This condition is much like when one overeats.

Theoretically, there’s no harm; stopping would do, and the Martial Artist would recover after a while.

But to continue sustaining, bloodletting is necessary.

However, bloodletting has numerous requirements.

The precision of acupoints cannot have the slightest difference, or it will harm the Martial Artist and potentially cause paralysis.

The pressure must also be stable.

Too light is no good, too heavy is no good either.

"General Chen Yuhui, if you can’t control the strength, just give up and don’t be reckless."

Later, Yan Dongyan added another sentence.

Slaying Grandmaster Chain is nearly defying destiny, with too many considerations in-between, every step is courting death.

If it really can’t be done, giving up is the right strategy.

After slaying a Palm Eye Race archer and a Yangxiang Race Seventh-Grade, the mission for this special force is complete.

"Understood!"

Chen Yuhui memorized the acupoints, then hung up the call.

At this moment, he looked at Wang Lu Feng and the others and began to have difficulty deciding.

In such an emergency, he was left in a daze after hearing.

There is no single acupoint, and the order of bloodletting also differs; he was even beginning to doubt if he remembered it correctly.

Too dangerous.

A fraction of a millimeter could lead to unthinkable consequences.

"Chen Yuhui, don’t force it, let them rest, we have already won this war."

At this point, Liu Yizhou’s voice came over.

He had heard the conversation on Chen Yuhui’s call, after all, being Ninth Grade, he naturally focused when Chen Yuhui answered the call.

Liu Yizhou also understood Yan Dongyan’s meaning.

Honestly, even Liu Yizhou himself couldn’t guarantee the completion of bloodletting.

Too complicated.

No way to achieve precision in such a short time.

"Hahaha, did these kids’ evil formation fail to hold up?"

Mo Kai let out a cold mad laugh.

This time, it wasn’t mockery against humanity, but a laugh of intense anger.

No need for much guessing.

Du Jing’s Book and Tian Hongwei had already given up the rear-seated accumulation, with just three Martial Artists left, evidently hanging on by the skin of their teeth.

"Kill!"

The allied forces of different races roared again.

As long as that terrifying archer wasn’t there, they still had a chance to win.

"Damn it, something’s wrong with the rear position!"

Su Yue turned around, looking upset.

Originally they could hold for one or two more arrows, but now, the human army might suffer losses.

A few Sixth-Grade were already seriously injured.

"Su Yue, what should we do!"

Gong Ling turned around and asked.

She was also anxious.

"I don’t know either, if it really can’t work, we can only give up."

Su Yue sighed.

...

On the streets of Jiangwu City, a motorcycle was speeding.

Old Black used Qi Blood to dispel the alcohol in his body, speeding away with Xue Pinghai.

Just a moment ago, Xue Pinghai suddenly slapped his forehead, grabbed a long, narrow longsword, and headed to Jiangwu.

He said he would go to bleed the Martial Artists.

The car was a bit slow, so Old Black brought out his Black Shark Motorcycle.

"Old Black, faster!"

Xue Pinghai was anxious.

He nearly forgot about the bloodletting.

"Lean on my back!"

Old Black took a deep breath.

"Ensure safety."

Xue Pinghai suddenly felt a pang of worry.

"I am a knight!

"When a knight leans down, no one can catch up."

Rumble!

The engine roared, the front wheel of the motorcycle lifted, and the rear wheel sparked a trail.

"Damn... when a knight falls, no one can save them either."

Xue Pinghai wanted both speed and safety.

Inside the helmet, Xue Pinghai cried again.

...

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