I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 552 - 449: Dominant Slaughter, Stance and Probing (Triple- - )

Chapter 552: Chapter 449: Dominant Slaughter, Stance and Probing (Triple-Chapter)

In the next moment, Xiong’s entire body surged with blood-red spiritual energy, fully activating his beastman bloodline. Dark golden beast patterns appeared on his forehead, and the muscles on his arms swelled, even making the armor on him taut. A wild aura shot straight to the sky.

“Kill!”

Xiong roared, lifting the giant axe and swinging it towards Kalon’s head. The ax blade sliced through the air, leaving a blood-red afterimage.

Kalon dared not be careless. Spiritual energy surged under his feet as his figure quickly retreated. At the same time, his longsword swept across, with earth-colored spiritual energy forming a thick shield in front of him.

“Bang!”

The giant axe smashed heavily onto the Spirit Shield, blood-red spiritual energy eroding the shield’s surface like a tidal wave. The earth-colored glow flickered intensely, appearing with fine cracks.

Kalon’s face changed, quickly increasing his spiritual energy output. At the same time, he flipped his wrist, and the longsword, like a snake spitting venom, stabbed towards Xiong’s armpit — the weak spot of the half-beastman’s armor he observed earlier.

However, Xiong seemed to have anticipated this. His left hand suddenly grabbed the axe handle, and the giant axe descended with the momentum, accurately blocking the longsword’s attack.

Sparks flew from the metal collision. He seized the opportunity to step forward, his right fist, carrying blood-red spiritual energy, fiercely striking towards Kalon’s chest.

Kalon’s pupils constricted. He could only abandon the attack, sharply leaning back to narrowly avoid the punch.

The two fought back and forth, locked in a stalemate.

Kalon relied on a higher spiritual ability level, his techniques unpredictable. Spirit Shield, Sword Qi, and Earth Bind Spell were used in succession, attempting to suppress Xiong’s attack.

Meanwhile, Xiong relied on the formidable physique and bloodline power of a half-beastman, using force to break skill. Every axe strike carried a world-destroying momentum. Even when hit by spiritual energy, he just grunted and quickly relied on his physique to recover and continued his ferocious assault.

Elsewhere, Terreda led the Barbarian Battle Group, having already shattered the outer defenses of the Xue Dao Battle Group.

The decapitation saber in his hand burned with red demon flames. Each swing could conjure a sea of fire, turning the enemies in front of him to charcoal.

A Tier Five Spiritualist tried to resist with ice magic, only to have his Ice Shield split by Terreda. Flames spread along the blade, instantly engulfing the person.

In just three breaths, the person turned to ash amidst screams.

“Those who block me will die!”

Terreda’s roar echoed on the battlefield. The barbarian warriors behind him were not to be outdone. Some had fought alongside Qin Tian in the Infernal Demon Sea for months, engraving battle patterns with demon blood. Though they had no spiritual energy, they could enhance physique and invoke demon flames through the battle patterns.

Another group from the Winter Tribe thrived in the cold of Mingwang Planet. Their winter battle patterns activated, with ice crystal weapons smashing into enemies, forcing the Xue Dao Battle Group members to retreat step by step.

The Xue Dao Battle Group’s formation had long been shattered; though the members still resisted, their defeat was apparent. Already heavily damaged by explosive iron ball attacks, they could barely withstand the barbarian assault.

At the edge of the battlefield, the Poisonous Widow stood quietly in the wind and snow, surrounded by several barbarian warriors, her fingertips adorned with spider silk gloves exuding a faint purple glow.

She slightly raised her wrist, and several almost imperceptible transparent threads shot out, blending with the wind and snow — as thin as hair, silently traversing the air. They had no spiritual energy fluctuations or sound of tearing, making them hard to detect amidst the fierce fighting.

A Xue Dao Battle Group squad leader was fending off the barbarian warrior’s attack, his back completely exposed in the Poisonous Widow’s line of sight.

The transparent threads, like snakes, wrapped around his neck, gently tightening to create a small cut.

The poison rapidly infiltrated through the wound. The squad leader didn’t even have time to feel pain before his vision went black. All his strength vanished instantly, and the longsword in his hand clattered to the ground as his body slumped down.

Several other Xue Dao Battle Group members attempting to sneak attack from behind also couldn’t escape the spider silk’s assault — some had their wrists pierced by threads, poison rapidly spreading up their arms, disrupting their spiritual energy; others had threads coiled around their ankles, collapsing in the snow, unable to rise again.

Standing in place, the Poisonous Widow, with a slight turn of her wrist, quietly eradicated the rear threats on the battlefield. Like a graceful yet deadly spider queen, she cleared the obstacles for the barbarian group’s advance in the most covert manner.

Just as the battle reached its fiercest moment, white figures flashed amidst the wind and snow.

Members of the Shadow Division moved like phantoms to the rear of the Xue Dao Battle Group, their white cloaks merging with the wind and snow, almost undetectable.

Their daggers shimmered with a cold light, each strike accurately targeting vital points — spiritual core, throat, heart — with no hesitation, often being a one-hit kill, leaving no time for even a scream.

“Who?!”

A Xue Dao Battle Group commander just sensed movement behind him before feeling a cold sensation on his neck as blood spurted out, and he slumped to the ground.

He never saw the person who killed him, even in death.

In the span of a few breaths, the battle quickly became one-sided.

Members of the Shadow Division moved like reapers, weaving through the Xue Dao Battle Group. Each appearance marked the end of a life.

Already heavily wounded and suffering great losses, the Xue Dao Battle Group was now worse off, beset by both the fierce barbarian assault and the Shadow Division’s ambush. Exhausted, some began to break down and flee in all directions.