Monsters Are Coming

Chapter 1457 - 376: Divine Weapon Descends from Heaven—Time to Show Off!

The tide of the Devouring Clan is unstoppable.The Dragon Descendant’s vision blurred, standing on the battlefield with a battered body, eyes sweeping over the battlefield littered with the remains of kinsmen, letting out a final battle roar.

Gazing at the Devouring Surge, which had momentarily been repelled but was now returning as a flood, dragged its heavy body for a final charge.

This was its destiny, to die in the stance of a warrior.

Just as the surging wave of Devouring was about to engulf it.

Boom!

A loud noise erupted from the sky, and the Dragon Descendant and its kinsmen, charging alongside, jerked their heads up.

The Sky Dome suddenly shattered.

A rift spanning the sky unfolded with a thunderous crash, blinding silver light cascaded down like a waterfall.

Following that, an earth-shattering battle roar echoed through the clouds:

"Let’s do this, Damage Absorption Team, charge forward."

As the words fell, the bare-chested, muscled Damage-bearing Stream Players plummeted from the sky like a red torrent, enveloped in Gang Qi.

Their bodies ripping through the air with a thunderous roar, as they landed, they constructed an iron fortress that extended horizontally at the front of the Dragon Wing Clan.

The front-most Damage-taking Stream Warriors, under the command of the Divine King, decisively activated the stone-statue ghost trait, their bodies swiftly turning into an interconnected black iron wall, feet rooted firmly to the ground.

The charging surge of the Devouring Clan was abruptly halted, the frontline repeatedly echoed with the violent crunch of breaking bones.

"Healing Team, marked location on the map, spread health."

Instantly, the entire team embedded with Praying Life Soul released healing beams, spreading them widely.

The bodies of the Dragon Descendant and its kinsmen were enveloped in the healing light, and unbelievably, the nearly depleted Dragon Breath Power within them began to rapidly restore.

It looked in shock at its own body, the wounds corroded to reveal white bones now quickly growing new pink flesh visible to the naked eye.

The holes in the membrane of its wings were filled with golden energy veins, rapidly healing.

At this moment, it jerked its head up, and the main battle line was erupting with terrifying energy fluctuations.

"Damage Absorption Team, advance." The word from the Divine King was immediately followed by action from the Support Team at the rear.

One by one, the Blood Burning Trait was bestowed upon the front line members of the Damage Absorption Team.

The members of the Damage Absorption Team also at this moment disengaged the stone-statue ghost trait, the black color ebbing like a tide, revealing muscle-bound tyrannical bodies.

With bare chests, skin taut as forged black iron, muscles swelling under the Blood Burning Trait, surrounded by red air flows tinged with crimson threads, even their eyes gradually filled with red.

No need for weapons, no need for shields.

The front-line warriors synchronized their motions, with arms crossed like iron clamps in front of their chests, muscles on their shoulders and necks bulging like small mountains.

The next second, the Damage-bearing Stream Players forming this iron fortress simultaneously stepped forward.

Under the incredulous gaze of the Dragon Descendant, the Damage Absorption Team, like a warhammer forged of flesh and blood, slammed fiercely into the devouring torrent.

The sound of bone shattering, body cracking, dull thuds... all kinds of sounds intertwined into a blood-curdling roar.

The Devouring Clan warriors in front fell backward in droves like a field of wheat swept by a typhoon.

Every core member of the Damage Absorption Team at this moment activated the Wind-breaking Attribute, igniting their charging engines.

The Damage Absorption Players roared in unison, shaking the ground.

This blood-and-flesh-forged advance line crushed over the scorched earth with an unstoppable momentum.

With the Wind-breaking Attribute boosting them, their moving speed increased, veins bulging under their skin like coiling dragons, leaving shallow depressions with every step, shredding the deathly poison mist of the Devouring Clan with swirling Gang Qi.

The Dragon Descendant saw clearly.

A burly man at the front suddenly crouched, muscles on his shoulders and back knotting, firmly bracing against the charge of a five-meter-tall devouring giant beast.

He growled deeply, veins on his arms almost bursting through the skin, and with a tremendous punch, the giant beast exploded into a mist of black.

Another figure quickly shifted places behind him, allowing the warrior to retreat and recuperate, continuing the charge.

From a high vantage, black-green ichor splashed like torrential rain, while these warriors were unaffected, stepping over shattered bones and debris to advance.

The airwaves stirred up by the Wind-breaking Attribute whipped up a storm of dust, accelerating the charge of the Damage Absorption Team.

Some were grabbed by multiple devouring clan members, not bothering, tersely lighting Qi Blood Flames with a grin.

Some had arms entangled by devouring worms, seizing the worm’s head and slamming it into the ground, blending its brains with debris.

Their muscles covered in black blood and fragments of flesh, casting them as evil ghosts rising from hell, hideous and terrifying.

The advancing line, like a searing butcher’s blade, carved a path of blood through the devouring torrent, horizontally slicing open an ever-extending corridor.

On the scorched earth, paved with bones and flesh, the iron torrent crafted of muscle and roars advanced with visible efficiency, seemingly intent on grinding the entire devouring torrent into the abyss of death.

As the Damage Absorption Team roared together again and accelerated, the charging torrent of the Devouring Clan experienced a momentary hesitation.

As if the manipulator behind the scenes felt fear, instinctively retreating from this pure, frenzied, blood-and-flesh-overpowering dominance.

Long Yi was shaken to the core witnessing all this.

This legion had no fancy techniques, no dazzling energy, only the most primitive, domineering strength.

Every step forward carried the momentum of a world-shaking force, every clash accompanied by the Devouring Clan’s defeat, these figures in front seemed like fierce beasts descending from a primordial world, demonstrating the art of war defined by breaking through with force.