162: Is that all the strength you have?

The exit has been reached.

But it wasn't a gentle landing.

The border of the Western Desert was covered in yellow sand.

The air was filled with the stench of blood and burning, a smell like raw meat thrown into a furnace and scorched, mixed with the odor of rust, stinging the nose.

This was a desolate Gobi Desert.

However, now, this place had turned into a meat grinder.

The sky looked as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly ripped open a fissure.

A Sandstorm rose, blotting out the sky and covering the sun.

A massive shockwave spread outward in a ring, stripping a layer of the ground within a ten-mile radius.

"Cough, cough..."

Su Lin waved his sleeve, dispersing the smoke and dust in front of him.

He stabilized himself and looked around.

Upon seeing this, his brow furrowed.

The area surrounding the Teleportation Formation, which should have been empty, was now densely packed with people.

Or rather, it was full of creatures currently engaged in battle.

To the left were two human Cultivators wearing tattered Daoist robes, whose Aura indicated they were at the Body Integration Middle Stage, but who currently looked as pathetic as stray dogs.

Behind them, they guarded tens of thousands of human Cultivators who had formed a massive defensive Formation.

To the right was a dense, dark mass of Alien Race troops.

They were strangely shaped; some had ox heads, some were covered in thick scales, and some were simply blobs of flowing black mud.

But they shared one common trait

—strength.

Their Physical Bodies were absurdly strong.

Leading them were three giant Yao Race members, each ten meters tall.

They didn't carry any Magic Treasures, because their own metallic-sheened skin and flesh were the best Magic Treasures.

Body Integration Peak.

That savage and brutal Aura could make people feel suffocated even from a distance.

Su Lin and the others' sudden descent caused a brief silence in the previously noisy battlefield.

Both sides were stunned.

"Is that... the light of the Teleportation Formation?"

On the human Cultivator side, the leader—

"Reinforcements! Have the reinforcements from Central State arrived?!"

"The Teleportation Formation?"

On the Yao Race side, the giant man with a crocodile head and human body standing in the center—the Black Crocodile King—narrowed his yellowish-brown vertical pupils.

He held half of a human Mahayana Stage Magic Treasure that he had just ripped apart with his bare hands, his tone chilling.

"Someone actually came out of there?"

He casually tossed the scrap metal in his hand, creating a large pit where it landed.

"Don't bother with those wastes."

"First, slaughter these few people and seize the Teleportation Formation!

As long as we hold this place, the fat sheep of Central State will all be ours!"

"Roar!!"

Thousands of elite Yao Race members let out deafening roars.

They didn't put these three sudden arrivals in their eyes at all.

Especially the man standing in the center; he didn't possess the slightest Aura of a strong person, making him look like a snack delivered right to their doorstep.

"Kill them!"

At the Black Crocodile King's command, a Tiger Head Yao King and an Eagle Head Yao King beside him moved simultaneously.

Three Yao Race members at Body Integration Peak, carrying an Aura that crushed everything in its path, charged directly toward Su Lin and the two women.

"Be careful!!"

Zhao Wuji shouted in despair.

He could tell that among the three newcomers, the man was only at the Void Refining Stage, and while he couldn't see through the two female Cultivators, they stood no chance against three Body Integration Peak Yao Race members whose Physical Bodies had achieved sainthood!

Their Magic Treasures couldn't even leave a white mark when striking these Yao Race members!

"It's over..."

Another human Elder at the Body Integration Middle Stage closed his eyes.

However.

Su Lin, at the center of the storm, didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply reached out and patted the dust off his clothes.

The Tiger Head Yao King charged the fastest.

Relying on its bronze skin and iron bones, it made no attempt at defense. Its fist, larger than a millstone and carrying the power to shatter mountains, smashed down fiercely toward Luo Ximei's seemingly petite head.

"Die, woman!"

"Snap."

With a light sound, the scene froze.

Zhao Wuji opened the eyes he had closed, and his eyeballs nearly popped out.

He saw the curvy woman in red merely raise one hand casually.

That long, fair, and seemingly delicate palm steadily caught the Tiger Head Yao King's world-destroying punch.

It didn't move an inch; not even her sleeve trembled.

"Wh—What?!"

The Tiger Head Yao King was stunned.

It felt as if its punch had hit the boundary of Heaven and Earth; the resulting recoil made its entire arm numb.

How could a human Cultivator's Physical Body be this strong?!

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Luo Ximei looked up at the terrified tiger head, her eyes filled with disappointment.

"I thought you were much stronger."

"Too fragile." Before her voice faded, her five fingers suddenly tightened.

"Crack!!" The Tiger Head Yao King's fist, which was reputed to be indestructible

—even Supreme Spiritual Artifacts couldn't sever it

—was in Luo Ximei's grip...

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and shattered bones scattered.

"Aoo!!!"

The Tiger Head Yao King let out a horrifying shriek and tried to turn and flee.

"Run?" Luo Ximei sneered. Her other hand turned into a black and white afterimage and directly grabbed the Tiger Head Yao King's thick neck.

Then, like shaking a dead dog.

"Bang!"

She violently slammed this ten-meter-tall behemoth onto the ground.

The earth cracked. The Tiger Head Yao King's head was driven directly into the rock layer of the Gobi Desert, leaving only its body twitching outside.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

Whether human or Yao Race, everyone's minds had crashed.

That was a Yao King at Body Integration Peak!

A Yao King whose Physical Body was incomparably powerful, capable of resisting Heavenly Thunder!

Just like that... instantly killed?

"Second Brother!!"

The remaining Black Crocodile King and Eagle Head Yao King were furious.

They hadn't expected the opponent to be so tough.

"Attack together! Kill her!"

The Eagle Head Yao King flapped its wings, transforming into a black lightning bolt, its sharp talons clawing toward Luo Ximei's back.

The Black Crocodile King roared and swung its massive tail, sweeping across the battlefield and sealing off all of Luo Ximei's retreat paths.

"Two against one?"

A soft, gentle voice sounded.

Chu Weiwei had appeared at some unknown time on the Eagle Head Yao King's inevitable path.

She held a pristine white handkerchief, covering her mouth and nose, looking at the charging large bird with a face full of disgust.

"What a strong stench. Has this bird not bathed in hundreds of years?"

The Eagle Head Yao King didn't care what she was saying, its sharp talons struck down mercilessly.

"Die!"

Chu Weiwei did not dodge.

She merely gently blew a breath toward the sharp talons.

It was pink Qi.

Carrying a cloyingly sweet floral fragrance.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."

The skin of the two Yao, originally as hard as divine iron, began to rapidly soften and dissolve.

"What the hell is this?!"

The Eagle Head Yao King shrieked in terror. It wanted to retract its claws but found that the pink gas was spreading upward along them.

Feathers fell off, flesh and blood melted, and bones softened.

In the blink of an eye, its proud sharp talons turned into a pool of foul-smelling bloody liquid.

"This is called the Bone-Dissolving Tenderness Powder."

Chu Weiwei explained with a smile, her eyes so gentle that—

"It's specially used to deal with hard-skinned guys like you."

"Since you like flying, then leave your wings here."

She flipped her wrist, and two daggers glowing with dark blue light appeared in her hands.

Her figure flashed like a phantom.

"Swish! Swish!"

Two streaks of cold light flashed past.

The Eagle Head Yao King's massive pair of wings were severed at the root.

The cuts were smooth as a mirror, and not even blood flowed out, as the wounds were instantly sealed by the poison.

"Ahhh!!!"

The wingless Eagle Head Yao King screamed as it fell, writhing on the ground in pain.

In the blink of an eye, two of the three great Yao Kings were crippled.

The sole remaining Black Crocodile King forcibly halted—

It looked at the two women before it, and for the first time, an expression called fear appeared on its ugly crocodile face.

Monsters.

These two women were the real monsters!

The one in red had more strength than the Yao Race!

The one in white had poison more potent than a Demonic Beast!

"You... just who exactly are you?!"

The Black Crocodile King retreated step by step, its voice trembling.

"If you dare kill me, there are still thousands of troops and horses behind..." "So what?" Su Lin's voice sounded again.

He was still standing in the same spot, not moving his feet even slightly.

Luo Ximei and Chu Weiwei paused simultaneously, then looked in unison at the Black Crocodile King.

That look.

It was like two hunting dogs vying for their Revered Master's favor, staring at the last piece of meaty bone.

"Revered Master finds you noisy."

Luo Ximei twisted her neck, and black and white Qi flowed around her body, the oppressive—

"So, you can shut up now."

"Revered Master doesn't like ugly things like this."

Chu Weiwei played with the dagger in her hand—

"Weiwei will melt it down for Revered Master and use it as fertilizer."

"No! Minions! Attack! Kill them!!"

The Black Crocodile King collapsed. It frantically waved its hand, driving the thousands of Yao Race troops behind it to charge, while it turned and ran.

It wanted to escape back to Juejian Pass!

There were King-level Commanders there! Only there was it safe!

Although the thousands of Yao Race members were terrified, under Bloodline suppression, they still charged forward with bloodshot eyes.

Thousands of monsters with powerful Physical Bodies—

This sight was enough to make any Body Integration Stage Cultivator shudder.

"Many people?" Luo Ximei smiled.

The thing she feared least was a crowd.

She spread her arms, and the light in her platinum-colored right eye flared brightly. A massive fissure suddenly tore open in the space behind her.

A tattered black banner, still radiating monstrous ferocity, slowly emerged.

[myriad soul banner].

Luo Ximei pointed a finger.

"Go."

The myriad soul banner flapped loudly, and countless black ghostly hands stretched out from the banner's surface, overwhelmingly grabbing toward the charging Yao Race members.

This was not a battle.

This was a harvest. Those tough-skinned Yao Race members had no resistance against these ghostly hands targeting the Soul.

The Souls of the Yao Race members were forcibly ripped from their bodies, howling as they were sucked into the banner.

"Mine! That one is mine!"

Chu Weiwei was not to be outdone.

She took out a gourd and pulled out the stopper.

A cloud of green poison surged out, growing as it met the wind, instantly covering half the battlefield.

That was the Myriad Poison Miasma. Even if an Integration Stage Yao Beast only touched a tiny bit, it would melt into a pool of pus within three breaths.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

The battlefield was filled with spine-chilling sounds of corrosion.

Those charging—

The originally aggressive Yao Race army fell in swathes like wheat under the combined efforts of the two women.

On one side were empty shells whose Souls had been drained.

On the other side was bloody liquid where Physical Bodies had melted.

How could this be called a battlefield?

On the human Cultivator side, Zhao Wuji and the Elder froze in place, unable to believe their eyes.

The tens of thousands of Cultivators behind them, who had prepared themselves for death, now stood dumbfounded, Magic Treasures in hand.

This... these are the reinforcements? This is too... brutal, isn't it?

They look more like the Yao Race than the Yao Race! "Is this what you called... indestructible?"

Su Lin glanced at the corpses (or rather, the remnants) covering the ground. "It seems they are nothing special."

He raised his head and looked at the Black Crocodile King, who had already fled several miles away.

"He runs quite fast."

Su Lin raised his hand. He didn't use any earth-shattering Divine Ability.

He merely gently grasped in the direction of the Void Realm.

The Black Crocodile King, who was frantically fleeing, suddenly found that the scenery before his eyes had changed.

The path to escape, which had been within arm's reach, suddenly became infinitely distant.

Meanwhile, its body was uncontrollably moving backward.

"Plop." The Black Crocodile King sat down right beside Su Lin's feet.

"Where are you trying to go?"

Su Lin asked.

"I..." The Black Crocodile King was trembling all over. It could feel it.

This man had no Devilish Qi, no poisonous Qi, and even his spiritual energy fluctuations were weak.

"S-spare me... this lowly one failed to recognize Mount Tai... this lowly one is willing to surrender! This lowly one has thick skin and can serve as your mount, sir! Or a shield!"

"A mount?"

Luo Ximei walked over, stepped on the Black Crocodile King's head, and ground it into the sand.

"Are you worthy? Revered Master's mount can only be me."

Murderous intent shone brightly in her heterochromatic eye.

"Revered Master, kill it. It's an eyesore."

"Don't rush."

Su Lin waved his hand, his tone like someone dissuading a child about to step on a cockroach from dirtying their shoe sole.

"Keep it alive. We can ask it a few questions."

He walked up to the Black Crocodile King, which was pressed into the sand, squatted down, and met its terrified vertical pupils eye-to-eye.

"I ask, you answer."

Su Lin extended a finger and lightly tapped the exposed tip of the Black Crocodile King's nose.

"Answer well, and I will let you live."

Chu Weiwei cooperated perfectly, showing a smile so sweet it was nauseating, shaking the bottle filled with Bone-Dissolving Water in her hand, and even thoughtfully opening the lid to let the sickeningly sweet fragrance drift out.

"Weiwei has recently been researching how to peel off the skin completely while keeping the subject conscious for three days and three nights. We just happen to be short of a thick-skinned giant for an experiment."

The Black Crocodile King looked at the bottle, then at Chu Weiwei's eyes, which seemed to be studying a fine piece of art. Its psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Tears and snot mixed with sand smeared his face.

"Ask! Sir, please ask! This lowly one will tell you everything! I only beg for a quick death!"

"What is the current situation at Juejian Pass?" Su Lin went straight to the point.

"It's... broken..."

The Black Crocodile King said tremblingly, his voice filled with lingering terror. "It broke ten days ago.

The three Great Commanders of our Race joined forces, sacrificed a million low-level Yao Beasts, and forcibly shattered the Boundary Wall."