High-martial world + No female lead + Leveling up.
Starting with an SSS-rank talent and a mysterious sword spirit teacher, Jiang Wuyuan can only ask: How can I lose?
Years later.
...
The seventh-tier alien race's domain was severely weakened, and it looked like it would shatter at any moment.
"Damn Dragon Kingdom." Its voice sounded like sandpaper being rubbed, hoarse and rough.
The Dragon Kingdom is notoriously difficult to deal with throughout the entire Abyss.
Moreover, the uniforms of the Dragon Kingdom's military are easily recognizable because they are all embroidered with a four-clawed golden dragon soaring among the clouds.
"Last time, we killed half of your Dragon Kingdom soldiers in the battle to breach the city, but I didn't expect you still haven't learned your lesson." The seventh-tier alien race suddenly cried out in pain as he spoke.
It turned out that Cheng Ruohai had shattered the turtle shell surrounding its body with a single palm strike, and the residual force of the sharp palm wind swept directly onto the alien race.
"So much talk, it seems you're not afraid of losing your life here." Cheng Ruohai sneered and pressed forward.
A rich purple light emanated from her palm; Cheng Ruohai's speed was so fast that even a seventh-tier alien race couldn't catch him.
Within her domain, her power of law is greatly enhanced.
Enemies trapped within her domain will be severely suppressed.
Heaven, thunder, piercing, palm!
boom--
The alien, his face contorted with rage, raised his palm to meet the attack, only to be forced back hundreds of steps, barely managing to swallow a mouthful of blood that had risen to his throat.
"Still alive? You're really resilient." Cheng Ruohai narrowed his eyes.
The alien race was born in darkness and feared everything that was light.
For example, attacks based on the three attributes of light, fire, and lightning.
Since this palm strike failed to kill this alien race.
Then let's have another slap!
In an instant, the flames that shot into the sky dyed half the sky red.
The clouds dispersed, the night glow enveloped the scene, and the vibrant crimson shone exceptionally brightly in the light.
"The boss is about to use his ultimate move!" A soldier who was close to Cheng Ruohai exclaimed excitedly from a distance.
The next second.
Buzz—
A colossal hand, outlined with intricate flame patterns, descended from the sky, breaking through the mist.
The vibrant colors formed rolling waves of air, spreading out in concentric circles of crimson light.
The seventh-tier alien was naturally unwilling to die. It ripped off a necklace that looked like it was made of coarse cloth and hemp rope from its neck and held the crystal pendant in its hand with a look of satisfaction.
Gently crush it.
"Come to hell with me, all of you!!"