Chapter 979: Lin An Legion

"Bang!"

The skull was crushed.

Only seeing beneath the rocket statue, a gloved youth stared blankly and struck out, without hesitation pinning his palm toward the nearest figure.

In an instant, under the talent amplification of exploding power, he instantly crushed the nearest Lin An.

Expressionless, his hollow gaze was like a machine's, retaining only the instinct to kill.

After killing the nearest Lin An, his black combat uniform was instantly stained with a patch of blood red.

The bloody smell assailed his nose; he shook his arm.

However, just as he prepared to swing his fist at another Lin An, a bloody sword light suddenly appeared from the right, a blade shadow condensed with blue spiritual energy slicing over his head; within 0.1 seconds, that skull was shredded into pieces by the fierce sword qi.

Blood mist exploded.

The sword-wielding figure that had slain a first-level Lin An shook his blade indifferently; on his expressionless face, no emotion could be seen.

It seemed as if those who died beneath his sword were merely worms, not himself.

At the same moment, the sword-wielding Lin An, just about to kill another version of himself, was hit by an invisible mental shock from midair, which suddenly spanned a hundred meters and crushed his body without reservation.

Like a balloon, it burst.

The Lin An from the second-level period was instantly killed in an instant by this mental power reaching up to third level.

Lin Ans of different periods were like endless reflections in a mirror: third level killed second level, second level killed first level, first level killed the primitive.

Blood flowed like a river.

In just a few seconds, large numbers of Lin Ans generated from memory fragments frenziedly engaged in fierce battle.

Each person's goal seemed to be to kill the other.

In midair.

Lin Ans with wings grown on their backs or flying through the air clashed in the melee, but often within a second they were instantly blown apart by several figures wearing death god masks from a distance.

Under the firelight, the night sky turned into an extremely brutal slaughter field.

Sounds of tearing space, explosions, and spiritual energy bursts.

In the center of the not-so-large city, the battle's aftermath continually destroyed ground structures, in the blink of an eye shattering the earth.

Every minute and every second, various forms of Lin An were dying in large numbers.

On the ground, in the sky.

Corpses fell like rain.

And the most eye-catching among them were the Lin Ans wielding sword-qi storms and those controlling domains fighting each other.

White light flashed; Lin Ans in a double-casting state stacked pressure within the domain, blinking to dodge attacks while superimposing domain fields, and amid layer upon layer of mountain‑like aura, they frantically pressed toward the gathering Lin Ans.

On the other side, a legion of Lin Ans who had summoned endless sword streams waved their hands, bursting forth myriad sword shadows that collided.

The mental storm and sword stream collided in high altitude, forming a gorgeous shockwave that, seen from afar, resembled a supernova explosion.

Meanwhile, in a slightly lower space, the Lin An wielding disaster power and the Lin An in demonic form fought head‑on.

Punch to flesh, the violent bodily collision sound turned into invisible ripples.

Higher up, sword cries tore the air.

Ultra‑fast moving figures like streaks of light engaged in fierce combat high above; the summoned Wu Yun continually gathered, and the dazzling lightning filling the sky poured down like rain, straight at the Lin Ans unleashing destruction.

Uncountable, when numerous Lin Ans attacked simultaneously, the entire battlefield sky became like hell, filled with killing intent.

Among these Lin Ans, they were mortal enemies to each other; at full power the earth seemed to emit painful wails.

If a third‑level Awakened One were to inadvertently enter, he would probably be killed in a second by the aftershock.

The strength gap is huge; sometimes the aftershock of a high‑level Lin An's attack can shatter the ground‑level Lin Ans into fragments.

But often after 0.1 seconds, a fresh batch of Lin Ans appears again.

The slaughter continued.

Zhang Tie, standing at the city's edge, stared dumbfounded at the distant scene like a natural disaster, his mouth hanging open unable to close.

"My... mom..."

"What the hell... what the hell is going on?!"

Xiong Hanzi stared at the scene before him as if in a dream, unable to believe it.

One, two, three... ten... one hundred!

Dense masses of Lin An filled the entire sky.

The dazzling spiritual energy in the distance almost blinded his eyes; those deafening explosions made it seem like the world was ending, leaving him wondering where he was.

Methods sprang forth endlessly; the Lin An with full firepower were like war machines, attacking indiscriminately the moment they moved.

The earth trembled.

Even at such a distance, the spreading shockwave was still like a strong wind, blowing so hard he couldn't open his eyes.

Fire shot to the heavens; amidst the frigid sword‑qi storm, flame‑tornadoes mixed with lightning raged wildly, truly a scene of apocalypse.

No need to think; the city at the core was probably already reduced to ruins, not much better than a nuclear blast epicenter.

A single Lin An is terrifying enough.

Zhang Tie never imagined that one day he would see hundreds of Lin An fighting each other.

If these Lin An stopped fighting each other and instead joined forces, they could probably push over the entire human world in just a few days.

"What the hell do we do now.."

"Whoosh!"

Confused like a child.

Zhang Tie frantically dodged a metal fragment that had shattered from several kilometers away, somewhat collapsed as he gazed at the huge melee before him, at a loss.

The scene before him had completely surpassed his comprehension.

Although he could probably also tell that Lin An seemed to have some problem, but with his brain he really couldn't figure out what was going on, nor what to do.

「Smack! 」

「Get far away first! 」

Just as Mo Ling snapped out of her shock, she slapped Zhang Tie on the back with a palm, gesturing for this idiot to hurry up and leave with her.

Her mind is also in a mess right now, but at least she still has a bit of clarity.

Lin An has encountered a problem, and they've started fighting among themselves.

This shows that the Lin An may have lost their reason, and they no longer distinguish friend from foe.

They're just standing there completely exposed; if that group of Lin An spots them...

Don't even mention a group coming; even if a single third-rank Lin An charges over, that would be a disaster!

He suddenly snapped back to reality.

After hearing Mo Ling's words, Zhang Tie gulped nervously, then hurriedly grabbed Mo Ling and sprinted all the way to the nearest building complex.

Yeah!

If the senseless Lin Dui spots them, they'll be smashed into little biscuits in no time!

Hiding inside a six-story small building, the usually brave Zhang Tie shrank his head like a chick, clinging to the window to gaze into the distance.

The spiritual energy that continually lit up the sky cast his face in alternating light and shadow.

Four minutes passed.

The Human-Insect that Lin An had previously left behind had already rushed to the battlefield.

Just...

The Human-Insect, which had been somewhat troublesome before, now, no matter how tenacious, hardly seemed to pose a threat.

The reason is simple.

Only seen beside the shattered rocket statue, a white bone monster about thirty meters tall hunched its body, swinging a pair of slender, deformed sword bones.

A blinding white afterimage, moving at extreme speed, was frenziedly slaughtering the other Lin An.

The aura emanating from that ferocious white bone creature made people shudder.

That is one of the memory fragments, an Aberrant Mutant Lin An.