Free Web NovelChapter 321: Chapter 166: Mass-Producing Puppets, an Unstoppable Performance
[The 24th wave of attacks is imminent!]
The cold notification echoed in his ears. Lin Ye watched the horde of alien creatures surge across the distant wasteland like a black tide, a glint of seriousness appearing in his eyes for the first time.
Starting with the twentieth wave of Nightmare Difficulty, the trial had bared its vicious fangs.
The attacking xenos were no longer scattered squads, but organized legions.
Setting aside their strength, the sheer, overwhelming numbers were enough to make any Martial Artist at the Early Stage of the Condensing Gang Realm’s skin crawl.
In the feed from the other side, Dongfang Zhen’s usual gentle expression had vanished.
He reached back, drew the Thunder Pattern Halberd he had never used before, and slammed it into the ground.
CRACKLE—!
Blinding electrical light erupted from the halberd as a tangible Thunder Domain instantly took shape, shielding him securely inside.
This was the very same Thunder Domain he had used to dominate the battlefield during his fight with Lin Ye.
However, when the feed switched to Zhang Daoxuan, he wasn’t faring nearly as well.
His face was pale, and his forehead was beaded with sweat.
An ancient iron sword danced in his hands as he struggled to fend off three six-armed elites charging him head-on.
Meanwhile, nine wafer-thin sub-swords streaked through the air around him, attempting to clear out the common xenos closing in from his flanks.
"CLANG!"
A battle-axe from an Eight-armed Race elite crashed down on his iron sword. The immense force sent a numbing jolt through the web of his hand, forcing him to stumble back half a step.
That half-step opening caused his control over the nine sub-swords, guided by his Martial Arts Spirituality, to falter for an imperceptible moment.
The omnipresent weakening aura of the Eight-armed Race clung to him like a flesh-eating parasite, constantly eroding his Martial Arts Spirituality and making every command sluggish and difficult.
High above, a Stone Ghost Race elite seized the opportunity. Its bat-like wings beat as it let out a sharp screech.
HUMMM—!
An invisible sonic wave instantly enveloped Zhang Daoxuan.
He felt a piercing pain stab his mind, and his vision blurred for a moment. The nine spinning sub-swords trembled in unison, threatening to fall from the sky.
SHK!
A spear exploited the opening, grazing past his ribs and drawing a spray of blood.
The sharp pain snapped Zhang Daoxuan back to his senses. With a low shout, he ignored his wound and forced his Martial Arts Spirituality into action. The sub-swords flew back to his defense, instantly dismembering the xeno that had ambushed him.
But even more xenos were already swarming him.
He was locked in a desperate battle, stretched to his absolute limit.
Wei Shuying’s situation was just as grim.
Her black hair drifted though there was no wind, an icy aura radiating from her. Everywhere she went, swathes of xenos were frozen into ice sculptures, only to be shattered by a strike of her palm.
But the range of her Martial Arts Spirituality’s influence was ultimately limited.
As she focused the majority of her icy power to completely freeze a particularly resilient Stone Ghost Race elite, a gap inevitably opened in her defenses.
An Eight-armed Race xeno that had been lying in wait burst out from a gap between the ice sculptures. The bone blade in its hand traced a wicked arc as it stabbed viciously at her back.
Wei Shuying noticed too late. She only had time to twist her body and conjure a thin shield of ice.
CRACK!
The ice shield shattered on impact. Though the bone blade was slowed for an instant, it continued on with barely diminished force, sinking deep into her left shoulder.
"Ugh!"
Wei Shuying let out a muffled grunt as blood instantly stained her combat uniform red.
She lashed out with a backhand palm strike, freezing the ambusher solid, but more enemies were already closing in to surround her.
...
Time ticked by, second by second.
When the announcement for the 26th wave of xenos sounded, only five figures remained on the light screens.
Lin Ye stared at the scene before him, a sight that gave even him pause. His breath hitched slightly.
This time, the total number of xenos exceeded one hundred.
Amidst the dense horde of xenos, an Eight-armed chieftain—its body far larger than its kin and covered in hideous scars—was brandishing eight massive bone weapons and roaring at the sky.
Circling above its head was a colossal Stone Ghost Race chieftain with a wingspan of over six meters, its eyes burning with an eerie green fire.
Two chieftains!
And that wasn’t all. Among the common xenos, there was a new species Lin Ye had never seen before.
They were not large. Their heads were serpentine, and their bodies were a dark crimson. In the center of their chests, a core like a miniature furnace constantly contracted and expanded, radiating a scorching heat.
The Molten Demon Race!
These dangerous xenos, normally found only in the depths of the Nirvana Tower’s core region, had finally made their appearance.
[The 26th wave of attacks... begins!]
Lin Ye transformed into a streak of golden light and charged headfirst into the black tide.
With the Star-Piercing Spear in hand, he became a blur of continuous strikes.
Though they were only basic spear techniques, in his hands, they unleashed a world-shattering might.
The golden Gang Sha was condensed to a near-solid state. Wherever the tip of his spear passed, the bodies of xenos—be they common or elite—were like paper, crumbling at a touch and exploding on impact.
Lin Ye rampaged through the xeno horde, carving out a gory path of death paved with shredded flesh and blood.
In the monitoring room, a flash of astonishment crossed the eyes of Yin Liulan and Nie Cang as they watched the scene unfold.
’So brutal!’
’This isn’t the kind of power a Martial Artist who just entered the Gang Condensation Realm should have.’
’If Dongfang Zhen was an anomaly for the Early Stage of the Gang Condensation Realm, then Lin Ye was an absolute monster!’
Amidst the slaughter, a Molten Demon Race xeno silently flanked Lin Ye.
Catching it in his peripheral vision, Lin Ye flicked his wrist. The Star-Piercing Spear became a blur, lancing with unerring accuracy toward the pulsating lava core in the creature’s chest.
