Above the gray fog

‘Soul Separation’ carried a terrifying might and punched the noble lady on the top of her head. Endless red light spread, and the noble lady screamed and was hit directly to the ground. Her flesh and blood collapsed on the way, and her organs exploded directly under the terrifying pressure.

“Not good.” The other four sequence 7s who were still watching the scenery heard the sound and thought to themselves, “It’s an illusion!”

It was too late.

The Diao Yin next to them had been waiting for a long time. It suddenly expanded to a size of a kilometer, and its tail swept across. The might was terrifying. Faced with the sudden attack, the four did not dare to take it head-on and hurriedly dodged backwards.

This also missed the best time for rescue.

The noble lady, who was hit by Lin Shan and had her limbs broken, was pushed up by a huge bubble before she fell to the ground. The bubble suddenly exploded, and its power was comparable to that of a small nuclear bomb.

“Boom!” With a sound, two layers of space were torn apart, and the water waves spread for thousands of meters.

The noble lady also went from having her limbs broken to being in pieces.

Lin Shan took out the sickle sword, and the sharp blade carried black flames all over the sky, slashing at the body that was still trying to gather.

At this time, the lady was not far from death. She was not a ghost body, and she was still alive because of her mental strength. Unless she was rescued now, she would definitely die.

The body was burning with black flames, and Lin Shan waved his hand. The bloody spleen was held in Lin Shan's hand, and it was still a little warm. This was the spiritual organ of the lady.

When the dust settled, the four extraordinary people of the Dawn Federation looked at the spleen in Lin Shan's hand with astonishment.

However, Lin Shan had no desire to talk nonsense with them.

The ‘confused sense’ deceived the touch and affected the actions of the four people.

I saw that two of the four people were covered with large blisters, and then they began to fester. The two showed painful expressions and their expressions were a little distorted.

This was the pain that spread to the extreme.

"Use your spiritual power to resist, and don't relax for a moment. As long as you are not touched by the cold spirit, it will be fine. He can't hold off the four of us alone." A sturdy Beitel man next to him said in a deep voice.

It is a pipe dream to kill them with this kind of pain alone, but it will also severely restrict their actions. This erosion cannot be stopped, and they can only use pure spiritual power to fight and stalemate with it.

"Let's go together and deal with the one who releases the field first." The sturdy man shouted, and the four immediately surrounded Lin Shan and prepared to use the same tactics.

Lin Shan waved the sickle sword in his hand, and the sword light filled the sky, easily forcing the four people back.

"I will deal with two, and you will each take one." Lin Shan said.

It should not be a problem for these two people to each block a sequence 7. Yu has reached the fifth stage or even higher. Although Diao Yin is a little lower in level, it is a fallen body and can withstand beatings.

If they block the sequence 7, the endless drones, starships, armor and gene warriors can only be handed over to others. If the lower level is not defended, it will be meaningless even if they win.

If the lower layer holds on, they don't need to win, and the Dawn Federation will withdraw.

The sickle sword swung, dividing the battlefield. In addition to the sturdy Beitel people, there was also a black-haired white race left by Lin Shan. This man had short hair, a high nose, deep eyes, and a short beard.

Lin Shan thought that the Beitel people were the old Americans, but now it seems that this is not the case. The old Americans don't even have a continuous mythology on Earth. It is estimated that there was no such genealogy as the old Americans in the old days.

The Beitel people are most likely to correspond to Northern Europe. If nothing unexpected happens, the black-haired white race in front of him corresponds to Greece or Rome, because the cock-like hat is very distinctive.

What is the connection between the Yuanchu human race and the old human race? They seem to have the same culture.

Since they are of the same lineage, why is the Yuanchu so hostile to the old days?

If there are Yuanchu human races, will there be Yuanchu cat races, Yuanchu crystal races, or even Yuanchu non-human races? They also constantly attack galaxies similar to human circles like the Yuanchu human race.

Thinking this in his heart, Lin Shan did not stop his movements. If the sickle sword is swung casually without consuming spiritual power, it really does not consume spiritual power. Using strange objects does not require the user to provide energy, and strange objects are alive.

The disadvantage is that there is some backlash.

However, compared with the advantages, this is not a problem.

Under the powerful attack of the sickle sword, Lin Shan chased two sequence 7s and chopped them alone. The blade light spanning a thousand meters cut through the void. Looking up from the ground, the blade light looked like a black crescent.

One chase and two hide, the battle line spanned thousands of kilometers across the clan.

A hundred-meter-long golden giant bird kicked a huge starship with one claw, and the starship fell to the ground with black smoke.

The golden giant bird flapped its wings and wanted to rush to the next battlefield. It suddenly raised its head when it noticed the movement in the sky.

It spoke human words, "Damn, Lin Shan is so fierce, chasing two sequence 7s..."

Lin Shan naturally did not see the giant bird below, and his eyes were fixed on the target in front of him that was already scarred.

‘Soul Separation’

The red light spread all over the sky, and the space was fixed for a moment.

In this moment, the dark blade light arrived in the blink of an eye and chopped down the two sequence 7s.

At the same time, they regained their ability to move and hurriedly put out the flames on their bodies.

The two were already a little out of breath.

“Is that the weirdo the one that was stolen?”

“Yes.”

“Waste, you can’t beat your opponent with such a terrifying weapon, and it’s fine if you can’t beat him, but your weapon was also stolen.”

“This is not a solution. We don’t have any advantage with him holding the weirdo. It’s like two against two, and the weirdo is at the peak of the sequence, it can crush us. If we continue like this, both of us will be defeated.”

“You don’t need me to tell you, I can see it too!”

"How about this, you are faster, you hold him back, I will deal with the others, then the four of us will attack him together."

"Well... come over after you deal with one person, we don't need four people, three people are enough."

"Okay."

As they talked, there were more black flame scars on their bodies. If it weren't for the spiritual gauze clothes to resist, the two of them would have been chopped into ashes.

Lin Shan was also a little out of breath. So far, he has used "Soul Separation" five times. With the sickle sword, there is no need to use "Soul Separation" to attack directly. The damage of the sickle sword with pure attack characteristics is not much worse than that of "Soul Separation". In addition to consuming the origin of the strange body, "Soul Separation" also consumes extra physical strength. The mortal body has its limits. Even if he is not tired, his body still gives a real reaction.

"There are still twenty-five seconds." Lin Shan said to himself. This is the usage time of "Soul Separation".

The battle must be ended before the origin is exhausted.

Suddenly, the two of them turned around and flew in different directions as if they had discussed it.

Lin Shan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he guessed their thoughts.

Lin Shan abandoned the fast-moving Xina people and turned to chase the slower Beitel people.

Although the opponent's calculations were good, if he could end the battle first, the balance of victory would tilt towards the human race.