World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1125 - 506: Invincible Lanling! Absolutely Shocking!_2

Chapter 1125: 506: Invincible Lanling! Absolutely Shocking!_2

Once their defensive line couldn’t be held and required Constantine to send reinforcements, the Foreign Tribe Army would face severe punishment after the battle.

This situation rarely occurred before. The enemy Chieftain personally led the fight and held Suo Mo at bay, preventing him from covering the gaps in the defenses or aiding the Foreign Tribe soldiers.

Now, Suo Mo was being restrained, Du Yan was tangled up, and Dina was absent.

Constantine’s gaze turned icy cold as he prepared to dispatch reinforcements to support the Foreign Tribe Army, but in his mind, he had already decided on their punishment.

Flogging for the entire force. Select one hundred men, mark their faces with symbols, and reduce their daily food supply by twenty percent.

If they couldn’t defend their own frontline, they deserved punishment. Don’t blame him—Constantine was merciless.

As for the Wild Horse Tribe designating the Foreign Tribe Army’s defense line as their main assault target, that wasn’t Constantine’s concern. What mattered to him was the result.

Now was the moment when someone from the Foreign Tribe Army had to step forward.

Lanling stepped forward!

He abruptly climbed to a high vantage point.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish..."

He shot arrows with even more ferocity.

The ordinary strength bow in his hands transformed into a machine-like rapid-fire crossbow.

Each shot unleashed a torrent of Chain Arrows.

What was even more terrifying was that each arrow locked onto a different target.

Chain Arrows weren’t considered particularly rare; many skilled archers from the Barbarian Tribe could also shoot Chain Arrows.

But firing over ten Chain Arrows, typically only one or two targets could be locked and aimed at.

Lanling, however, targeted a different individual with every arrow.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish..."

His arrows rained down like a storm.

Each arrow hit its mark; every shot ended a life.

Across the entire defensive line, wherever danger arose, there Lanling’s arrows followed.

In mere moments, the pressure on the frontline significantly eased.

Many Foreign Tribe brothers were surrounded by two or three enemies, with their blades already swinging down toward their faces, seemingly poised to cleave their skulls—all felt certain death awaited them.

Yet in the very next instant, the enemies before them were struck down by arrows, dead on the spot.

The Wild Horse Tribe’s Chieftain’s daughter spotted Lanling. Her eyes flashed brightly for a moment before she coldly ordered, "Kill him!"

Immediately, dozens of Wild Horse Tribe samurai charged furiously at Lanling.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish..."

Lanling’s arrow-shooting speed accelerated yet again, each shot a near-madness critical hit.

Now, his shooting rate had increased to nearly four or five arrows per second—a sheer pinnacle of insanity.

The dozens of warriors rushing toward him grew closer and closer, their ferocious faces twisted with killing intent, their eyes brimming with menace, and their blades furiously hacking down.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Lanling’s arrows—insane Chain Arrows—mercilessly claimed their lives.

These Wild Horse Tribe warriors charged forward relentlessly, collapsing one after another like wooden stakes before Lanling.

Nearby, the Foreign Tribe brothers caught glimpses of this scene from the corners of their eyes, instantly growing horrified, their scalps tingling!

Celestial Deity...

How could there exist such exquisite archery in this world, such extraordinary slaughtering prowess?

It was shocking beyond belief!

An unrivaled force, unreachable by anyone.

Observing from the rear, Nini’an felt waves of suffocation.

At this moment, Lanling’s Chain Arrows had reached such a speed that only Mental Skill could fully perceive them.

The corpses piling before Lanling had almost turned into a small mountain.

Nini’an even felt waves of heat coursing through her legs; this frenzied massacre was beyond astounding.

Chieftain Constantine’s eyes were wide open, staring unblinking until they dried out.

A complete massacre—a ruthless slaughter!

Lanling’s combat skills were leagues behind Du Yan’s, but in terms of enemy kill rate, he vastly surpassed Du Yan.

Constantine even found himself speechless, unsure of how to describe Lanling’s battlefield performance.

Using Earth’s terminology, he was essentially a game-breaking glitch, a grim reaper’s harvester.

When Suo Mo was restrained, Du Yan had stepped up.

And when Du Yan was restrained, Lanling stepped up.

That was going beyond all limits—single-handedly relieving most of the Foreign Tribe Army’s defensive pressure.

Constantine couldn’t help but wonder just how many enemies Lanling could kill during a charge in mid-to-long range combat.

On the battlefield, Lanling was unquestionably unstoppable.

Constantine even began considering whether to marry Nini’an to Lanling, ensuring his unwavering loyalty, and with him at their side, no nearby tribes could ever withstand Constantine’s forces.

Lanling’s battlefield contribution had already surpassed Du Yan’s.

Indeed, his martial arts skills were inferior to Du Yan’s by an immeasurable margin, but as long as he was kept out of hand-to-hand combat, Lanling was an absolute killing machine.

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The daughter of the Wild Horse Tribe’s Chieftain nearly exploded with frustration, feeling waves of numbness across her scalp.

This was insane. This was terrifying.

How could there be such a monster in this world?

He was just one person, yet he slaughtered her warriors with such ferocity.

The Wild Horse Tribe soldiers were undoubtedly courageous and fearless, charging toward Lanling in droves, their bodies piling like a mountain.

But faced with such frenzied slaughter, everyone’s scalp tingled, everyone’s heart raced with terror.

A true harbinger of death!

The Chieftain’s daughter even questioned herself—does this monster not need to aim? Was there truly someone in this world who could shoot without aiming?

Especially at such close quarters, against rapidly moving targets—his arrows never missed their mark.

Left with no choice, she gritted her teeth and made a decision.

"Berserkers, attack, attack, attack!"

The Wild Horse Tribe was out of options, finally deploying their ultimate weapon.

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