Chapter 366: Base

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan shouted loudly. The Ghost Head Blade in his hand spun at high speed; the hard rock was as fragile as tofu before the Ghost Head Blade, and a large hole was instantly drilled out.

"Alarm! Alarm! Intruder detected! Intruder detected!" Inside the Dongying missile launch base, red alarms rang out incessantly.

The more than two thousand Dongying officers and soldiers inside the base were in a panic. This missile launch base had a rock layer hundreds of meters thick above it; even when facing a Mushroom Bomb bombardment, the interior of the base could remain safe and sound.

But now, the Dongying officers and soldiers discovered in disbelief that the thick rock layer above their heads had actually been drilled through to create a huge hole, and then those two terrifying Shenzhou people appeared inside this base with a flicker of their bodies.

"Kill!" Meng Yifan did not waste words. He formed a seal with his right hand and pointed forward. The Ghost Head Blade transformed into a streak of black lightning, shuttling continuously through the crowd. Many Dongying devils had their heads severed before they could even react.

A little devil named Jingbian Cilang was so scared that he fled into the distance. Suddenly, a black light flashed past, and Jingbian Cilang's head flew up more than a meter high. His head looked down in terror and discovered that his body had run forward another four or five meters before falling to the ground with a thud.

"I'm dead, baka!" Jingbian Cilang's mouth opened and closed, wanting to curse, but a large amount of blood gushed out from his head, and endless darkness instantly swallowed his last bit of consciousness.

Too fast! It was simply too fast! The Ghost Head Blade flew inside the base at supersonic speed, like the scythe of a Death God, continuously harvesting the lives of the little devils.

Zhang Sanfeng was not to be outdone. With a flicker of his Yin Yang Dharma Sword, it changed from one to two, two to four, four to eight, and eight to sixteen. In the blink of an eye, sixteen Yin Yang Dharma Swords appeared in the base.

These Yin Yang Dharma Swords formed a ring, rotating at high speed around Zhang Sanfeng.

"Go!" Zhang Sanfeng shouted loudly, and the sixteen Yin Yang Dharma Swords shot out in different directions; swathes of Dongying devils were cut into pieces.

Meng Yifan's Ghost Head Blade was faster, but Zhang Sanfeng's Yin Yang Dharma Sword had changed into sixteen, which counted as a group attack. In terms of the speed of killing little devils alone, Zhang Sanfeng was actually even faster than Meng Yifan.

"Master, this move of yours is something else," Meng Yifan laughed. He could see that Zhang Sanfeng's move was to divide his Spiritual Power into sixteen parts, controlling one Flying Sword each.

It was already very difficult for an ordinary person to multitask; if it came to precise control, Meng Yifan could divide his attention five ways, but he could not do what Zhang Sanfeng was doing—dividing his attention sixteen ways.

"Haha! I was trapped in the Ancient Tomb for over eighty years, and with nothing to do, I studied this method of multitasking. Now it can be considered a small achievement. When there is time later, I will teach you the secret to it."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily. Although he was Meng Yifan's master, this disciple's strength had improved too quickly and was now crushing him, the teacher, which made him feel a bit ashamed. Now that he was finally better than Meng Yifan at multitasking, it allowed him to regain some of his dignity as a master.

Amidst their conversation and laughter, Meng Yifan and Zhang Sanfeng, these two master and disciple, were both rapidly wiping out the little devils.

A massacre; this was an overwhelming massacre.

Although these Dongying devils in the base had some pistols, Type 20 rifles, and other light weapons, these weapons were too weak. Even if Meng Yifan and Zhang Sanfeng just stood there and let them shoot at will, it would be of no use.

"Master, let's split up and act. Move a bit faster. There are likely still Mushroom Bombs in this base; we cannot give the little devils a chance to perish together with us," Meng Yifan shouted loudly, then his body flickered, and he rushed out several hundred meters.

Zhang Sanfeng also knew the gravity of the situation and rushed rapidly in another direction.

"Eh! This is a Major General; he should know more. You'll do," Meng Yifan urged the Ghost Head Blade to slash forward. A pitch-black blade radiance broke through the air, cutting the devil Major General in two with a single strike. Then, the Ghost Head Blade emitted a strange devouring force, enveloped the devil Major General's Divine Soul, and pulled it into the interior of the Ghost Head Blade.

If the devil Major General's Divine Soul were compared to a firefly, then Meng Yifan's Divine Soul was like the stars in the sky; the two were completely not on the same level.

With a thought from Meng Yifan, his powerful Spiritual Power surged into the devil Major General's Divine Soul Origin, forcefully reading his memories.

Very quickly, Meng Yifan figured out that there were still four Mushroom Bombs stored in this missile launch base, and he also learned that two of them were equivalent to 100,000 tons of TNT explosion, and the other two were equivalent to 150,000 tons of TNT explosion.

Not only that, Meng Yifan also learned from the devil Major General's memory that after Meng Yifan and Zhang Sanfeng invaded the missile launch base, the Dongying commander had already remotely activated the Mushroom Bombs' self-destruct sequence. They would explode in ten seconds, completely blowing this missile launch base into ruins.

"Damn it! Damn it! They are truly ruthless, not caring at all about the lives of the two thousand officers and soldiers in this base," Meng Yifan cursed. Fortunately, he had searched the devil Major General's memory at the fastest speed, otherwise, both he and Zhang Sanfeng would have had to endure the close-range explosion of four Mushroom Bombs.

In that case, Zhang Sanfeng would certainly have died, and even if Meng Yifan didn't die, he would have been seriously injured.

"Nine seconds left; it should still be in time," Meng Yifan employed Lingbo Microsteps, raising his speed to the maximum, and moved rapidly through this base at supersonic speed.

He encountered many devil officers and soldiers along the way, but Meng Yifan couldn't bother to kill them. He now had to deactivate the Mushroom Bombs' self-destruct sequence before the countdown hit zero.

"There is a Mushroom Bomb here," Meng Yifan's Spiritual Power locked onto this Mushroom Bomb, then he quickly cut off the self-destruct sequence, and with a retraction of his Spiritual Power, he stored this Mushroom Bomb into his Space Ring.

"Three more; time is running out, I must move faster," Meng Yifan was also secretly anxious. The four Mushroom Bombs in this missile base were not stored in one direction, which caused a certain amount of trouble for Meng Yifan to collect them.

In the next few seconds, Meng Yifan was practically racing against time. His speed was as fast as a gust of wind; the little devils in the base only felt a black phantom flickering continuously inside the base and could not see Meng Yifan's figure clearly at all.

"Two, three, one more to go. Damn it! Only one second left, the Mushroom Bomb is about to self-destruct. There isn't enough time."

Meng Yifan was secretly shocked. This last Mushroom Bomb was equivalent to a 100,000-ton TNT explosion. He was confident he could withstand it once more, but if he withstood it head-on, he would also be injured.

There was a high possibility that Dongying had a Fifth-Grade Expert. If Meng Yifan were seriously injured at this time, the subsequent battle would be very disadvantageous.

Therefore, unless it was an absolute last resort, Meng Yifan could not afford to be injured again.