"Ahhh! I'll fight with you!"
The Wapol Army was like a herd of cattle trapped among wolves, pressed by the relentless weight of death. The sheer psychological pressure was breaking their minds.
At last, one soldier snapped. A simple movement nearby caused a noise, and in a blind panic, he fired indiscriminately. Friends and foes alike became targets as he tried desperately to empty his weapon before death claimed him.
But his bullets didn't hit any Mengji soldiers. Instead, they tore through his own ranks, killing comrades one by one.
The solid tungsten bullets of the electromagnetic acceleration rifle, normally capable of penetrating walls and enemies alike, had now become a death talisman for his own teammates.
Dozens of Wapol soldiers fell wailing. Those killed instantly were lucky—they didn't endure the agony of severed limbs.
Meng Jijun, observing, realized the potential chaos. He deliberately drew the Wapol Army into traps, feinting shots and teleporting back to the dimensional space whenever they returned fire. Each failed attack caused mass casualties among Wapol troops, sometimes surpassing even Meng Jijun's direct killing efficiency.
The Wapol Army spiraled further into chaos. At first, only a few panicked and fired, but as accidental injuries mounted, soldiers shot at anything that moved, like terrified birds under pressure.
Eventually, Wapol's generals lost all control. Soldiers turned on one another, triggering a full-scale internal collapse. The camp descended into anarchy.
The three ministers of the Drum Kingdom tried in vain to stop the madness—they too fell to the frenzied gunfire.
"Oh ho, the camp is blown apart. Tsk tsk, what a bunch of trash!"
Sebastian Xiao raised his sword finger to his forehead, mocking Wapol Xiao from a distance.
He then casually set up a large speaker, playing background music as if celebrating:
"Without food or clothing, the enemy came forward,
There are no guns or cannons, the enemy made them for us,
We grew up here, and every inch of land is our own…"
Powerful, exhilarating music filled the air, each note underscoring the irony: Wapol Xiao had the best equipment and elite soldiers, yet his army was falling to a force of fewer than a thousand people.
"Damn you losers, go to hell!"
Furious, Wapol Xiao unleashed his overlord-colored domineering energy, red and black thunder radiating outward.
Rumble——————
The sound echoed across the Da Luo Arena. For a brief instant, all sound vanished, as if the world itself had frozen in fear.
"Uh~~~"
Everyone, Wapol Army and Mengji Army alike, fell unconscious with muffled groans. Thousands toppled like dominoes, row by row, in perfect uniformity.
Only three people remained conscious: the two Xiaos and Xi Hanmei, the second lady who controlled one-third of the Dimension Farm.
Though she felt the overwhelming pressure of the overlord's aura, she did not faint. She shivered, rubbed her goosebumps, and regained her composure.
This was the power of the Xiao bloodline. Even though Xi Hanmei possessed only a portion of the parasitic bloodline, the dimensional space's bloodline memory she inherited was immense—thirteen thousand points. One point equaled a person's full basic potential. Thirteen thousand points meant the potential of 13,000 people resided in her.
Unlike Energy Absorption, which is innate, the dimensional space's bloodline power required continuous cultivation to reach its potential. Thanks to the support of the Earth Star's benevolent patrons, Xi Hanmei had already developed 80–90% of her potential, making her unknowingly formidable.
"Master, what is that?"
Feeling the tremors throughout her body, Xi Hanmei looked at the fallen soldiers in shock.
"Overlord color and domineering energy," Sebastian Xiao explained, "you can think of it as divine power in mythology, but it has no effect on the truly strong."
He placed Qin Huairu, who had also fainted, into the Dimension Farm hut, explaining the situation in words Xi Hanmei could understand.
"I understand!"
"Master, I want to test its power!"
Xi Hanmei picked up an electromagnetic acceleration sniper rifle, a weapon she had seized from the Cyber Mercenary Corps. She caressed it as if it were a lover—the design, the metal aesthetics—it was her dream gun. Just holding it stirred an irresistible urge to fire.
"…"
Xiao glanced at her, skeptical. Can this fragile thing even break Wapol's defenses?
"Master?!"
Xi Hanmei loaded a tungsten steel bullet, asking again for permission.
"Go, but don't hold your hopes too high," Sebastian Xiao cautioned.
"Thank you, Master!"
With a flourish, Xi Hanmei teleported away, spear in hand.
"Clear the field!"
Xiao clapped twice. The merged Daluo Dao Fruit in the sky activated.
"Buzz~~~"
Golden light cascaded over the battlefield, restoring all unconscious soldiers to their original state and erasing their memories. They were expelled from the Daluo space, no longer eligible to continue the fight.
"This looks much cleaner," Sebastian Xiao muttered, sitting back, watching the battlefield unfold while continuing to eat in peace.
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