Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

And because of his previous request at the City Association, he needed to personally gather some Evil God's Power, so he was requested by the combat team to go together, just in case.

"Councilman Chen, we have locked onto the Snake Spirit Sect's location!"

Four people dressed in black combat uniforms, both male and female, including Martial Arts and Transformed People, traveled together, most of them at the Silver Steel Level.

The speaker was a middle-aged man named Peng Gang.

He was one of the newly born ordinary Golden Steel Level Transformed People, authorized resources by the Provincial Federation for Nanjiang's recent new city construction.

He was affiliated with the City Association, acting under orders from Chu Shihong.

"Following your reminder four days ago, we discovered traces of the Snake Spirit Sect in the northern district of Luo River City."

"After conducting an overnight investigation, we confirmed that the Snake Spirit Sect's hideout is located at the edge of the suburb near Suluo, inside an abandoned site known as Jianxin Steel Factory."

Peng Gang had an average face, just with a buzz cut, looking quite masculine.

As he spoke, the other three helped Zhao Tingxiao and his team adjust their gear and firearms, while a virtual light screen was activated and floated mid-air.

A three-dimensional map unfolded, revealing an abandoned steel factory in the Luo River Suburb near the border with Suluo.

"How strong are these people?" Chen Feng glanced at the map and asked.

"Based on the energy reaction instruments and some interrogation results, it's estimated that there are Middle-level Envoys among these cultists."

Peng Gang said seriously, his expression stern.

Middle-level Envoys, in other words, are at the Fourth Rank ordinary Golden Steel Level, equivalent to a Martial Arts Grandmaster level.

Chen Feng nodded calmly, but his heart had lost much interest.

Unknowingly, he had reached heights beyond the reach of grandmasters.

Some forces and enemies he once thought powerful had gradually become like low hills, even sandbags that could be crushed with a single punch.

Without asking further, he immediately sat on the leather seat by the window, seemingly looking over the combat data sent by Peng Gang.

In reality, shared vision had long been linked, and the small white-gray stone statue of Unit One soared into view.

What he saw was a piece of wilderness, with greenery everywhere.

Wild grass grew chaotically, with insects and small snakes climbing alertly in the grass and on the trees.

In the hissing sound of tongues flicking, a flat open space appeared in the center of Green Field Forest.

There were cracked cement walls covered in climbing ivy and vines, rusted protective fences, and wiry fences twisting with thorns.

A cluster of gray-black steel shed buildings stood within, with warehouses and production workshops, abandoned gasoline drums, hemp ropes, and wooden boxes could be seen everywhere.

In addition, dozens of bags of expired cement were piled in a warehouse corner, with a scrapped pickup truck with an open bonnet beside it.

Everything was absorbed by the white-gray stone eye in the forest corner, with the small statue hidden in the shadows, no longer flying at will.

The Snake Spirit Sect employed bizarre methods, proficient in manipulating serpents and insects.

The slightest disturbance would be detected as abnormal.

Sssss!

Suddenly, the sound of tongue flicking echoed once more.

More than a dozen spotted thin snakes slithered from under the green trees, heading toward the abandoned factory.

Before long, a shadow in a black robe appeared inside the abandoned factory, and more than a dozen spotted thin snakes climbed onto his hands along his ankles.

In the hissing sound, he seemed to understand some kind of meaning.

After cautiously glancing around, he waved the snakes away and then walked into the warehouse.

"Lord Liya, no abnormalities were found outside."

He said respectfully, looking up to a vast warehouse interior full of dust and iron filings.

Seven or eight similarly dressed figures in black robes were scattered around, and more than a dozen young men and women were tied with hemp ropes, their mouths sealed with black tape, curling up in fear at the filthy corner of the warehouse.

A hooded figure with snake patterns stood with his back facing him, standing at the center.

There was a square Blood Pool, about seven or eight meters wide, surrounded by what seemed to be a giant snake-shaped pattern like a ring, emitting a foul stench.

The gurgling sound came and went, as numerous scarlet bubbles rose to the surface.

"Hmm."

The hooded messenger hummed deeply, as if perceiving something with his eyes closed.

The reporting man in the black robe was a bit worried and couldn't help but say, "Lord Liya, we've lost contact with the outpost in the northern district. Do you think something might have happened?"

"They're all dead."

A cold response, without the hooded messenger turning his head.

The man in the black robe froze, then thought of something, feeling anxious and worried.

"The Snake Spirit Ritual has reached the most critical point; do you think we can leave?"

The cold, indifferent voice echoed again, as if the hooded figure had read his mind.

The black-robed man's expression stiffened, then he recalled the plan for this trip.

At the time, the power in Nanjiang City was just a step away from awakening the Snake Spirit and summoning its descent.

Although they ultimately failed, they left behind some crucial elements.

So much time has passed, plus they had to avoid the Martial Arts Extreme Realm in Nanjiang.

This place had become their best chosen site, and their final chance.

If they left...

"Continue."

The hooded figure interrupted his thoughts.

The triangular face, growing snake scales, was expressionless, and eyes cold as snake pupils swept over the scene.

The gurgling in the Blood Pool grew louder, and crimson bubbles continuously rose and burst.

It seemed as if some creature was about to be resurrected within, causing the Blood Pool to boil.

Seeing this scene, the other black-robed figures didn't dare delay any longer. They each went to the corner, coldly dragging over the struggling, tearful, and terror-stricken people from Luo River City and threw them into the Blood Pool one by one.

It was as if a certain viscous force intervened, and those who fell in struggled endlessly, but could only sink deeper, their terrified gazes watching as their bodies were gradually submerged by the blood.

Not even a sound could be uttered, the feeling of suffocation gradually enveloped them, their nostrils filled with the nauseating stench and a heart-pounding terror.

Indifferently watching all this, the hooded figure let black light disperse from his body, tightly gripping a snake-shaped scepter, his lips moving as if conducting some ritual, continually praying.

"Great Winged Serpent King, the seven angels beneath the Snake God!"

"Sustain your bones with the flesh and blood of mortals, descend upon their spirits with mortal fear...."

Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!

As the prayers grew louder, the water of the Blood Pool boiled more fiercely.

The humans who had been thrown in were almost entirely submerged, faces filled with horror, as if being devoured by some giant beast, soon to be completely swallowed, digested into residue.

"Great Winged Serpent King!"

"This world is filthy and needs your purification!"

"Humans are stupid and ignorant, they need your holy light to illuminate them, to know the name of the Snake God!"

The voice grew louder, the hooded figure eerie and fervent, his tone tinged with wild excitement.

The other black-robed figures paused their actions, joining in the prayers, echoing his words.

"Great Winged Serpent King!"

"I am your devoted follower, Lea!!"

"The world is dull and benighted, please descend to this realm, cast down holy...."

Boom!!

A missile tore through the air, unleashing chaos.

The roof of the metal warehouse exploded into a massive hole, nearly blown apart.

The entire abandoned factory shook violently, and the Snake Spirit Sect members were momentarily stunned.

Looking up, they could hear the constant whistling of breaking sounds, both continuous missiles roaring and bombarding.

There were also numerous silver flying shuttles descending near the Blood Pool, generating a magnetic field, forming round shields, forcibly protecting the hostages about to be submerged.

"Damn it!!"

Boom boom boom!!!

Explosions burst forth continuously, several ordinary cultists shattered on the spot, blood spraying in mid-air.

Their tattered black robes flying in all directions, those black-robed men hidden near the warehouse all changed expressions.

But before they could recover, they saw flying devices and cars rushing swiftly from above.

The muzzles of round guns turned outward, and mechanical martial and transformed people riding solo flying devices dove in, descending rapidly.

Bang bang bang bang bang!!

A torrent of bullets rang out, snakes and pythons screamed and shattered.

Transformed people charged like unstoppable forces, steel plates piercing, the factory shed collapsing, black-robed cultists along the way reduced to pulp.

A few of the more powerful Divine Servants and Lower-ranking Envoys barely resisted the onslaught, but soon flying shuttles whizzed by, suppressing them.

Indifferently observing this scene, the several flying cars encircling in the sky were escorting several flying devices.

Especially the one in the center, its hatch opened at some point.

A figure in a black trench coat billowed with the wind, a young man's silhouette standing tall in mid-air.