In order to deal with Baroque, more than forty geniuses, who could be said to defy the heavens, chose to perish together without hesitation. Such decisiveness and fearlessness in the face of death were unprecedented, even for him, who had been engaged in battles within the restricted area for nearly a century.
As the flas in the sky gradually dissipated, a figure erged, causing Hank and the others, who were initially shocked, to tremble all over involuntarily.
"Not dead?" Hank looked at the figure with eight wings, his eyes full of disbelief.
More than forty experts whose strength was not inferior to that of a Great Grandmaster had jointly used an Ultimate Technique Level Martial Technique. The power was certainly earth-shattering. Even if Baroque, who had also used an ultimate technique, was much stronger, he shouldn’t have been able to withstand it.
However, although Baroque didn’t die in the flas, his limbs were gone, most of his body was carbonized, and there was not a single piece of intact skin on his entire body—it was not an exaggeration to say that he was completely scorched.
"Damn it! Those damn things!" Baroque cursed at this mont, his eyes filled with unspeakable anger.
If it weren’t for the fact that the third style of his Blazing Sun technique had reached perfection, forming a natural Qi and Blood barrier to protect his entire body, he would have died just now.
However, as Baroque was cursing, Hank did not hold back. He directly approached, and with a mighty swing of his war axe, he aid to take Baroque’s life while he was heavily injured—after all, Baroque’s injuries this ti were much more severe than the last ti with Gus Ang, and his life force was extrely weak, making it the best opportunity to kill him.
"You’re courting death!"
Baroque imdiately sensed Hank’s attack and t it with his broken arm. However, due to his severe injuries, he couldn’t use the complicated Ultimate Technique Level Martial Technique and could only fight back with the sa Super Limit Level Martial Skill as Hank.
Icy and fiery illusions collided and exploded, turning a radius of over ten kiloters into a world of ice and fire.
Hank was blown back hundreds of ters on the spot, while Baroque flew out a kiloter away, blood spurting from his entire body, and his life force weakened once more.
"Damn it! If I weren’t so severely injured, how could you possibly be my opponent!" Baroque looked at Hank attacking again, his face ashen, never expecting that one day he would be suppressed by a product from a cultivated planet.
But despite his anger, Baroque knew he was no match for Hank in his current state, so he imdiately transford into a ball of fire and flew toward the cosmic battleship, while instructing his two deputy commanders to hold Hank off.
The two deputy commanders also reacted swiftly, holding Hank back imdiately.
Though Hank was a Great Grandmaster at the Realm of All Things, Baroque’s two deputy commanders were not ordinary Great Grandmasters, with their strength also being ten thousand tons each, even though they hadn’t reached the Realm of All Things. The two deputy commanders tead up easily to hold Hank at bay, allowing Hank to only watch as Baroque entered the cosmic battleship, which quickly ascended, its speed several tis faster than that of a Great Grandmaster.
"He still got away!"
Hank looked at the cosmic battleship flying tens of kiloters away in an instant and could only sigh helplessly.
He had reached the Realm of All Things, but the human body couldn’t compare with the body sought by the Insect Race. Despite his cultivation, his actual strength was only more than seven thousand five hundred tons. If the two deputy commanders, each with a strength of ten thousand tons, were to tangle with him wholeheartedly, it would be tough for him to break away.
As Baroque left, the Insect Race army from the Frost Shelter was taken aback at first, but they quickly received the retreat order from the two deputy commanders.
The Insect Race army dared not linger, desperately fleeing towards the sky while resisting the players and Frost Shelter mbers’ pursuit.
When the players’ army and Frost Shelter mbers chased them to the edge of the restricted area, almost reaching the atmosphere, they finally stopped. At this point, less than a third of the surviving Insect Race army remained, with more than half of the captains and major captains killed, only then entering the cosmic battleship to escape back to Prison Dragon Star.
In the restricted area, within a primitive forest.
Two teams composed of thousands of people moved swiftly through the forest, cautiously avoiding the surrounding alien species, while heading toward the Frost Shelter.
"Faster! Everyone, faster! The Frost Shelter is under attack and probably won’t hold out for long!" urged a six-eyed, eight-ard middle-aged Sub-demon Race man, constantly urging the team to speed up.
"Zhan Kuang, urging us like this won’t work; our speed is fast enough already. If we go any faster, the commotion could gather an army of aliens, and then we wouldn’t be able to save the Frost Shelter, and we might all be in danger," an elderly Half-Scale Race man advised.
"I know, but if the Frost Shelter is wiped out this ti, the remaining shelters among us will find it even harder to resist the Insect Race army," the middle-aged Sub-demon Race man said anxiously.
The previous Insect Race invasion had already severely damaged their Tianqi and Glory shelters, considerably reducing their resistance ability. Among the nearby shelters capable of quick support, only four remained. If the Frost Shelter fell, only three would be able to support each other, making future resistance against the Insect Race army even more futile.
As the two spoke, a Heavenly Human Realm Sub-demon Race woman ran up.
"Report, another ssage from the Frost Shelter!" the Sub-demon Race woman said.
"Another ssage? Has the Frost Shelter been breached?" Zhan Kuang’s expression beca sowhat serious.
Their shelters had previously agreed that if a shelter were about to fall, a ssage should be sent promptly; otherwise, rushing to support would be walking into a trap.
"No." The Sub-demon Race woman shook her head, sowhat uncertain as she said, "The people from the Frost Shelter said they have already repelled the Insect Race army and that there’s no need for us to go and support."
"Repelled the Insect Race army again?" Zhan Kuang couldn’t help but be stunned. "How did they manage that?"
He knew very well how formidable the Insect Race army was. It was not sothing a single shelter could fend off, let alone the already worn-out Frost Shelter. Last ti, the Frost Shelter only managed to repel the Insect Race with tily help from the Sky Do Shelter, spending a full two days to barely repel the Insect Race army.
And now, only an hour or so had passed since the Insect Race army appeared and the Frost Shelter sent the call for help—it was hard to believe that the Frost Shelter could repel the Insect Race army on its own.
"I asked, too," the Sub-demon Race woman said. "They said it’s all thanks to a force called the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall."
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