“Isaacson!” the bearded white man shouted in panic.
Two streaks of death light instantly shot toward the tall and thin white war god. Luo Feng had deliberately controlled the trajectory of these ten throwing knives. Of course, he gave priority to the three war gods. At the same time, two knives were locked onto Isaacson. Isaacson let out a low roar.
Clang! The sword in his hand barely managed to block one of Luo Feng’s throwing knives.
Pu chi! Another knife brushed past his neck, only slicing off a piece of flesh.
“I am not dead.” Isaacson secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
“Careful!” the bearded man roared as he rushed over.
Pu chi!
A third throwing knife came from behind and pierced straight through Isaacson’s head. Blood and brain matter scattered into the air. The bearded white man nearby widened his eyes in shock. “Isaacson!”
A war god had fallen.
“Controlling ten throwing knives at the same time really weakens each knife’s power. Even dealing with a low level war god takes so much effort,” Luo Feng thought to himself. When controlling six knives, he could maintain maximum power. From the seventh knife onward, the power began to drop. With each additional knife, the reduction became greater.
With ten knives, even killing a low level war god required effort.
Clang! Clang! Clang! The three knives attacking the yellow skinned man all failed. A mid level war god was indeed much stronger than a low level one.
“Baka!”
Northern Yuan Gang roared and seemed proud after easily blocking three knives.
…
At the same time Luo Feng was controlling ten throwing knives to massacre below, Vulture Li Yao had already turned into a black blur shooting toward Luo Feng. Seeing this, Luo Feng only sneered in his mind.
He actually jumped into the air to fight a spiritual念 master. How foolish.
With a thought, an invisible spiritual force acted on the shield beneath his feet. Luo Feng shifted sideways in mid air and easily dodged Li Yao. This was one of the biggest advantages of a spiritual念 master.
“Die!” Li Yao’s face twisted in ferocity, his eyes full of killing intent. Even as he was dodged, he suddenly roared and swung his right hand blade.
Whoosh!
As if expanding with the wind, Li Yao’s arm suddenly stretched more than ten metres. A human warrior now had a black arm over ten metres long, an extremely bizarre sight. Holding a single blade, the extended arm slashed fiercely toward Luo Feng.
“This, what!” Luo Feng was shocked. The blade was already in front of him, too late to dodge.
“Drop!” Luo Feng reacted instantly. His spiritual force pushed down on his arms and armour, forcing his body to fall rapidly. Even so, he could not match the speed of a high level war god’s strike. The blade, moving at several times the speed of sound, came down. Luo Feng could only block it with his Blood Shadow battle blade.
Boom~~
An unimaginable force transmitted through the blade. Even though he tried to deflect it and was already falling, Luo Feng still felt a sharp pain in his right hand. His tiger’s mouth split open, his right arm went numb, and his entire body was blasted like a cannonball into the wasteland.
Boom!
Like a meteor falling, a crater seven to eight metres wide was smashed into the ground. The ten throwing knives immediately flew toward the pit. The panicked crowd finally calmed and turned to look. The Northern Yuan Gang roared and rushed over like lightning. Li Yao also descended from the air.
“Such a strange attack,” Luo Feng said as he leapt out of the crater, pale, blood at the corner of his mouth.
“How did his arm extend?” Luo Feng felt as though his internal organs had shifted.
A high level war god typically had a brute force exceeding 250,000 kilograms per punch. As an experienced high level war god, Li Yao’s punch force could reach 400,000 to 500,000 kilograms. With amplification, it could exceed one million kilograms, over 1,000 tons of force.
Fortunately, the earlier strike was delivered through the Black God Suit’s extended limb, reducing its power by half. Even so, it still caused Luo Feng serious injury.
“Baka!” Northern Yuan Gang had already arrived.
“This spiritual念 master is only at low level war god strength. A 19 year old reaching that level is not bad. But today, you die in my hands!” Northern Yuan Gang said coldly.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Six throwing knives!
Luo Feng’s maximum controlled number at full power.
“Wrong!” Northern Yuan Gang’s eyes widened. The knives were much faster than before.
Clang! He swung his shield desperately, but it was useless.
Pu chi!
The first knife pierced through his mouth and exploded his head. The remaining five knives did nothing.
Mid level war god Northern Yuan Gang, fallen.
Seeing Luo Feng kill Northern Yuan Gang, Li Yao became even more enraged. He shot forward at twice the speed of sound, instantly reaching Luo Feng.
“Retreat!” Luo Feng’s expression changed. He burst out at full strength, 3.5 times amplification, exceeding 400 metres per second. With spiritual force assistance, over 500 metres per second. But compared to Li Yao, he was still far slower.
“Die!” Li Yao slashed with both blades.
“Can’t dodge,” Luo Feng thought grimly.
His spiritual force tried to interfere with one blade, but it collapsed instantly like hitting a mountain. Li Yao also felt a slight resistance.
Boom!
The blade struck Luo Feng’s hexagonal shield.
Like being struck by lightning, the force sent Luo Feng flying. His left arm twisted violently.
“Fracture? Hope it is not broken,” Luo Feng thought as he flew upward.
“Luo Feng!” Li Yao roared, chasing again. His arm suddenly extended over ten metres, trying to bind him.
Luo Feng twisted in mid air, shot upward to a hundred metres, and escaped toward the King Kong Ape Mountain Range, disappearing from sight.
…
On the wasteland, Li Yao’s subordinates were in panic. In moments, they had lost one mid level war god, one low level war god, 18 elites dead, and 16 seriously injured.
“Damn it!” Li Yao’s face twisted with rage.
“Li Yao, this Luo Feng is nothing like your intelligence said!” James shouted in fury.
“Shut up!” Li Yao roared back.
He stepped toward Northern Yuan Gang’s corpse and kicked it violently. The body exploded into pieces.
“Useless trash!”
All of them fell silent, shaken by his brutality.
“Luo Feng!!!” Li Yao gritted his teeth, hatred burning in his eyes.