Chapter 600: Spirit Storm

With a fierce shout, Lin An's face turned savage as he erupted in speed again.

Scorching flames burned the air to nothing, and shattered fragments shot forth like bullets in dense barrage.

Behind him, Zhang Tie was being flown by six Ascetic Practitioners.

Whether due to the blood corpses' disguise or not, most attacks did not lock onto Lin An, but instead targeted the hundred-strong squad behind him.

"Lin Dui! Damn it! That group of blood corpses formed a corpse wall!"

He glared, eyes wide open.

Zhang Tie, lacking flight ability, kept swinging his fists, trying to intercept the incoming missiles at close range.

Lin An could theoretically infiltrate the corpse tide's core alone, but he cannot.

In the plan, it is Zhang Tie who is the key to solving the problem.

Therefore, he can only be brought along to charge forward.

Had the group not unleashed the Annihilation Skill, they would have locked onto the deep blue target point.

Otherwise, relying solely on the airflow impact comparable to a level‑12 storm, they couldn't even get close.

In midair, the hundred‑strong squad following Lin An occasionally saw Ascetic Practitioners struck by tens of thousands of missiles, instantly vaporizing and dissolving.

Reborn, dissolved, reborn again.

Fortunately, those equipped with gear also possessed the traits of Ascetic Practitioners.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the equipment, it could not withstand bombardment of tens of millions of firepower.

Nevertheless, Lin An could clearly sense that the vitality of the squad behind him was rapidly waning.

"Let the novice Ascetic Practitioners in the army charge indiscriminately into the corpse tide! Buy us time!"

His expression turned grim.

Lin An issued a suicidal order without hesitation, solely to gain the last bit of time.

At the moment the command rang out,

The novice Ascetic Practitioners floating above the ground unleashed their final frenzy.

Charge, charge, and charge again.

The final twenty kilometers were as difficult as climbing to heaven.

In just a few seconds, large numbers of bat‑shaped transport aircraft began to take off,

Like constructing an iron curtain, blood corpses fell like rain from high altitude, continuously smashing into the air above the charging squad.

At the core, tens of millions of blood corpses, like writhing blood vessels, linked together one after another, forming a colossal flesh wall hundreds of meters high, tightly wrapping that bluish structure in layers.

The battle situation was dire.

Had it not been for the human army of over a hundred million, who, under Lin An's compulsory order, launched indiscriminate death charges against the blood corpses, hindering many that tried to retreat.

The enemies he now faces will only increase.

His expression grew heavy.

Lin An, at the forefront, had already swung Cain's Blade tens of thousands of times.

The missiles he intercepted and detonated were countless.

Thanks to the formidable recovery granted by his physical limits, his combat power remained at its peak.

Somewhat troublesome...

The psychic power enveloping the battlefield continually relayed information back.

In the Celestial Human State, he could easily deduce the battle's situation each second.

If this continues...

He will still be dragged down by the blood corpses and then surrounded and attacked.

Too many, the numbers are simply too great.

Even if his single slash could blast apart ten, twenty blood corpses.

But before a corpse tide numbering in the hundreds of millions, even a tickle is insignificant.

Quantity brings about qualitative change.

Ascetic Practitioners elevated by drugs, though fearless of death, are merely ordinary people constantly reborn.

Perhaps they could slowly wear down this group of blood corpses, but they would be of no help in fighting their way into the core.

Lin An never expected the blood corpses' protection of the core area to be so strong.

Even the dim-witted Xiong Hanzi behind him could see his predicament.

"Lin Dui!? Should we retreat first!?"

"Right now, all Ascetic Practitioners, let them slowly wear down these monsters!"

"If we charge in again, we'll surely get entangled!"

Among the hundred Ascetic Practitioners behind him, some already showed signs of weakness.

Through repeated rebirths, even with equipment protection, their frail physical nature cannot be concealed.

Moreover, among the top‑ten Ascetic Practitioners lacking equipment, some have already begun to fall into utter death.

Lin An heard the voice and drew a deep breath.

His thoughts raced.

0.5 seconds later, he unhesitatingly rejected Zhang Tie's proposal.

"No retreat!"

"Keep pushing forward!"

"The blood corpses have an internal regeneration mechanism; we may not be able to wear them down!"

Under keen observation, Lin An could clearly feel the number of blood corpses increasing.

The place where they appeared was the deep core that they guarded desperately.

Delay would bring change.

Relying on everyone turning into Ascetic Practitioners and charging to this distance already satisfies his minimum requirement.

Wanting to complete the extreme-value mission without risking their lives—how could that be possible?

"Everyone, Soul Shriek!"

"Draw on life force and unleash continuously!"

"Give up defense! Accelerate!!"

Taking the brunt, Lin An decisively issued a new command, and his spiritual energy exploded to the limit.

Under the destruction skill activated again, the team's speed surged once more.

His gaze was fierce.

Charge in! As long as we reach the three-kilometer mark, I can use third-rank soul!

If the copied Death God Crystal hadn't lacked a third-rank soul, Lin An would definitely have let the hundred-person squad all use it.

Anyway, after this battle ends I can return to reality and advance to third rank; this trump card, it's time to use it!

"Hum--"

High-frequency buzzing sounded one after another.

The simultaneously erupting Soul Shrieks mixed together like the wails of evil spirits, continually spreading into a massive mental storm.

Silver-white spherical spiritual shocks surrounded the area, and under same-frequency resonance the Soul Shrieks turned into a terrifying silver-colored killing field.

Melting and shattering.

Under the Soul Shriek unleashed by all, the entire team charged at the corpse wall as if wearing a shield.

Tens of millions of corpse walls began to melt and sink; any blood corpse that touched the mental storm would instantly vanish into ash.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter.

The seemingly impregnable flesh-and-blood wall was instantly breached in just a few short seconds.

The hundred-person squad died instantly after unleashing the Soul Shriek.

Within half a breath of the corpses falling, they revived again.

"Continue!"

"Continue unleashing the Soul Shriek!"

"Destruction locked on 12 kilometers!"

"Boom!!"

Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate again.

The entire team was like a constantly accelerating rocket device, a dark-red destruction aura enveloping their whole bodies.