Henos's gaze was fierce, filled with an unprecedented murderous intent, diving down like a Blazing Angel bringing judgnt.
The ground exploded with golden sparks, lights streaming everywhere, and amidst the flying platinum hair, Henos unleashed a ferocious Straight Punch forward.
The warrior wearing the crown of slaughter raised his hand to block.
But before he could react, his body was already flying through the air.
The golden stream of light, like piranhas in the Amazon River, surged into his chest cavity, devouring the organs inside in the span of a breath.
After so ti.
The warrior heavily fell to the ground, reduced to nothing more than a motionless shell.
Two other large, Armor-clad sword-bearing old soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, adopted the position of judgnt, crossing swords as they advanced. The sharp blades dripped with dark cold light, aiming for Henos's slender neck. Before the fierce strikes landed, Henos felt her hair stand on end.
Even though her condition was not good.
The foundational strength of the Descender remained, her physical body firr and stronger than gold and stone.
Yet each of these old soldiers posed a threat to her, the massive and cruel Beheading Swords also bore the blessings of the celestial realm, requiring Henos to stay vigilant.
She took a deep breath, her pupils bursting with golden flas, exerting all her strength.
Fierce and fiery, like a pure white Angel spreading its wings.
Bang!
She spread her arms outward.
The spirit ford giant hands spanning the sky, harshly grabbing onto the helts of the two old soldiers.
Henos then pulled hard, her entire body bursting with colossal strength.
The two old soldiers staggered and lost balance, their crown-wearing heads violently collided, making a crisp sound like crushing an egg, and hot blood spurted from their shattered chest cavities, reaching as high as several ters.
"Get out of my way!"
Henos let out another long howl, slamming her fist onto the ground.
A translucent shockwave imdiately spread outwards, blasting a tide of golden energy.
The surrounding dozen old soldiers were pushed away by this terrifying power, clumsily falling to the ground, montarily surprised by the strength contained within the girl.
They continuously looked her up and down, seeking any weakness in their prey.
They did not continue to recklessly attack.
Henos took a deep breath, easing the fatigue from the intense outburst.
Series of red beams continually fell, and the loud explosive sounds roared from all directions, the burning wind mixed with the rubble of the burning city heavily slapped against her face.
Doomsday had arrived.
Henos stepped back, shielding her brother, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Indra was scorched all over, covering his injured arm as he slowly stood up, his expression complex.
"Next, I'll lead you to break through. Once we leave the encirclent, you don't need to worry about anymore. Find the Great Clan Chief and tell him what's happening here."
Henos instructed.
Her body posture was low like a cheetah ready to pounce, staring ahead.
The fierce Armor-clad Butchers naturally spread to both sides, creating a ceremonial corridor between them.
The parched ground rose with fus, and within the twisting light, a bulky dark figure leisurely walked forward. His body was imnsely strong, clad in thick Snake Scale Armor, making Henos feel as if a huge fortress was advancing towards her, the pressure incomparable.
As he got closer, the battlefield smoke lightly dispersed.
A fierce face with a Black Dragon tattoo appeared in Henos's trembling pupils.
Even though it was their first eting, she knew what that tattoo ant.
The man before her was the Commander of the Dark Army, one of the biggest betrayers in the history of humanity, one of the chief culprits behind the Federation's downfall—Tajadon.
Tajadon walked up closer, stopping about ten ters away, ignoring the fierce killing intent from Henos.
He briefly assessed the girl, finally showing a hint of amazent, "I didn't expect that such a rely theoretical experint would actually be created by my senior brother. And even under such crude conditions, it's unbelievable. He must have put a lot of effort into this."
"It would really be a pity to kill you just like that."
Tajadon took off his clawed Armor of his right hand, handing it to an old soldier beside him, then extended his hand forward, making an inviting gesture, "This world is already dood, join us, you will have a broader future, I will train you to be an outstanding warrior."
"In your dreams!" Henos replied sharply, her gaze locked on Tajadon's throat.
"Tsk tsk." Tajadon sighed lightly, "I knew it would be like this."
He raised his hand, pressing down, "Take action."
The mont Tajadon gave the order, Henos's vigilance was at its peak
Yet to her surprise, upon receiving the command, those battle-hardened old soldiers did not make any move. They just looked at her with a mix of pity and anticipation.
What's going on?
Henos had no ti to think further, as the pri evil was right before her eyes.
If she could thrust her long spear into his throat, perhaps there'd be a chance to end the catastrophe before her.
Her body tensed, already a spring loaded with power, ready to burst forth, but suddenly, a wave of weakness emanated from her abdon. Henos's body flew forward, her face still carrying a trace of confusion, like a goose shot down by a hunting rifle, dragging a long arc of blood in the air.
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