Chapter 517 - 320: Base in Crisis! One Man and One Sword Storm the Illusory Dream Marsh (3)

"This is the place."

Han Feng let out a cold smile.

He didn’t even bother to descend, opening his weapons systems directly from an altitude of three thousand meters.

"First, a little welcoming gift for you."

DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA!

The two six-barreled electromagnetic machine cannons instantly spat furious tongues of flame.

Countless special armor-piercing bullets, infused with condensed Sword Aura, rained down like a storm of death upon the seemingly peaceful tribal settlement below.

Each bullet trailed a silver tail flame, tearing through the pink mist and blasting deep craters into the ground.

Wooden houses were instantly torn to shreds, and the ground was plowed into ghastly trenches.

The silent night was instantly detonated!

Shrill screams and furious roars erupted from below.

The next moment, a familiar spiritual fluctuation shot up into the sky, heading straight for Han Feng inside the cockpit.

The power attempted to warp his Perception again, creating an illusion in his mind of the jet’s engines failing and the aircraft about to crash.

’This trick again?’

Han Feng snorted. His [Heart Clarity and Nature Seeing (High Level)] Talent activated on its own, and his Sea of Consciousness became as steady as a rock.

The bit of Spiritual Contamination failed to create even a single ripple before being completely neutralized.

"Tit for tat. Now you can take a hit from me!"

Han Feng’s Divine Sense condensed, and the formless Three-Inch Heart Sword instantly took shape, slashing viciously down at the source of the spiritual fluctuation!

BZZZT!

In the center of the tribe below, atop an altar built of giant logs, a huge moth over ten meters in size, its wings covered with hundreds of bizarre eye patterns, suddenly let out a silent shriek.

Its massive body trembled violently, and one of the eye patterns on its wings actually dimmed.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth, the Totem God of the Mist Eyes Tribe, had suffered a major loss in the very first exchange.

It was utterly enraged!

The pink mist churned wildly, and dozens of figures shot up from within it.

They had handsome features and fluffy fox tails trailing behind them—they were the Totem Warriors of the Spirit Fox Race.

These Totem Warriors held no weapons. They simply formed sealing techniques with their hands and chanted incantations.

Pink Energy Arrows materialized out of thin air, flying toward the jet in the sky, carrying with them a mind-twisting power.

"Petty tricks."

Han Feng’s expression was calm as his hands moved rapidly over the control stick.

The X-01 Prototype, like a butterfly in the night, flipped and turned in the air at unbelievable angles, executing maneuvers that completely defied the laws of aerodynamics.

All of the Energy Arrows missed their mark.

At the same time, the Sword Tomb Space opened slightly.

A streak of light flashed, and the Short Sword [Broken Star] appeared out of thin air.

With a thought from Han Feng, the [Breaking Mortality] Divine Technique activated, imbuing the blade with a formless, true intent of Sharpness.

"Go!"

The [Broken Star] let out a clear, crisp ring and transformed into a bolt of silver lightning, plunging into the group of Totem Warriors under the precise control of Han Feng’s Divine Sense.

PSHFFT!

A three-tailed Spirit Fox warrior had just finished conjuring the next wave of spiritual arrows when a bloody hole suddenly appeared between his brows.

The expression on his face froze, and his body fell limply from the sky.

The slaughter had begun.

The [Broken Star]’s speed was too great, and after being imbued with the Divine Technique, it was far too sharp.

These physically frail Spirit Fox Race Totem Warriors were completely unable to resist.

Their Spiritual Shields were as thin as paper before the [Broken Star], pierced with ease.

Every flash of silver light was accompanied by the fading of a life.

This was a completely one-sided massacre.

Seeing this, the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth let out an enraged shriek.

All the eye patterns on its wings lit up simultaneously, and a spiritual storm ten times more powerful than before swept out.

This time, its target wasn’t Han Feng, but the entire airspace!

BZZZ—

The space seemed to warp for an instant.

The scene before Han Feng’s eyes abruptly changed. The night sky vanished, replaced by a boundless Blood Sea.

Countless resentful souls rose and fell within the Blood Sea, letting out silent wails at him.

"A large-scale Illusion Technique?" Han Feng raised an eyebrow. Not only was he unafraid, he actually found it a bit amusing. ’Trying to play this game with me?’

His [Eye of Insight] had long since seen through all falsehoods.

This Illusion Technique might be a catastrophe for others, but for him, it wasn’t even qualified to be a distraction.

While maintaining control of [Broken Star] to continue reaping the lives of the Totem Warriors, he leisurely pressed the firing button for his machine cannons.

DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA!

To outside observers, the silver fighter jet merely hovered in the air for a moment before once again spitting deadly tongues of flame.

The bullets precisely bypassed the Totem Warriors who were still putting up a futile resistance, streaking toward the Spirit Fox Race Priests on the ground who were casting support spells.

Screams rose and fell, one after another.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth was completely stunned.

’Why is this enemy unaffected?!’

In the instant it was dazed, all the bullets had been expended.

Han Feng recalled [Broken Star] and, with a thought, stored the X-01 Prototype in his Sword Tomb Space.

The next second, clad in the dark silver [Escapee Type II] Spirit Armor, he materialized above the battlefield.

"I’m done playing with you."

Han Feng hovered in the air, looking down at the still-numerous Spirit Fox Race below, and decided to end this quickly.

He raised his right hand. In his palm, a crimson fireball rapidly condensed and compressed.

The Turbocharged Spirit Gathering Array within it spun madly, and the Fire Element was highly purified.

"ROAR!"

Along with a dragon’s cry, a Flame Flying Dragon over five meters long shot from his hand, roaring as it plunged into the tribe below.

"Flame Machine Cannon!"

The flying dragon opened its great maw, and countless human-head-sized fireballs shot out like cannonballs, instantly engulfing large swathes of buildings and Spirit Fox Race members.