World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1126 - 506: Invincible Lanling! Absolutely Shocking!_3

Chapter 1126: 506: Invincible Lanling! Absolutely Shocking!_3

Every inch of these Berserkers’ bodies was wrapped in a layer of metallic scales, rendering them completely immune to blades and arrows.

This was the true ace of the Wild Horse Tribe, directly under the Chieftain’s command. Originally, they were meant to be the final assault force, used to kill the Samurai around Constantine and deliver a decisive blow.

But now, even before the outer wall was breached, this ace force of the Wild Horse Tribe would be brought to the battlefield.

With an order given, over a hundred Berserkers from the Wild Horse Tribe charged forward madly.

Each one wielded dual blades, as swift as lightning. Their bodies, covered in metallic scales, resembled ferocious beasts.

"Roar... Roar..."

They roared and shrieked, charging forward without hesitation, like an unstoppable force.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Lanling’s arrows struck the Berserkers’ bodies, only causing them to stagger slightly as sparks burst out, and then the arrows ricocheted away.

Some arrows even snapped in half upon impact.

This was what made the Berserkers so formidable—against all odds, their metal-scaled bodies made them impervious to blades and arrows.

Lanling’s arrows, made with iron or even bone arrowheads, stood no chance of piercing through their metallic scales.

Every inch of their bodies was covered in scales.

So, Lanling aimed for their heads.

But even then, sparks flew, and the arrowheads snapped and flew away upon impact.

Every Berserker wore an incredibly sturdy helmet on their head.

Damn it! True danger was finally here!

The Wild Horse Tribe had deployed their most elite Berserkers against the defensive line of the Foreign Tribe Army. They were supposed to be used against Constantine’s forces but were now targeting the Foreign Tribe Army.

If they broke through, the defensive line of the Foreign Tribe Army would collapse instantly, leaving a trail of death and destruction in their wake.

Suo Mo let out a thunderous roar, determined to unleash everything he had to kill or repel the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe and break free to stop the Berserkers’ advance.

But...

The Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe, along with three tribal generals, a total of four people, had surrounded Suo Mo, fighting him to the death with an all-out assault.

Lanling stared at the Berserkers charging ever closer!

Over a hundred Berserkers. He absolutely could not let them break through; the consequences would be unimaginable.

At least half of the Foreign Tribe Army brothers would die.

Lanling gritted his teeth so hard that blood seeped out. He had to overdraw himself; he had to use his ultimate technique.

In an instant, Lanling began frantically channeling his spiritual power, pushing himself to near exhaustion.

Suddenly, within his perception, the flow of time slowed down, slower and slower.

The previously charging Berserkers now appeared to be moving in slow motion.

Then, Lanling used his spiritual power to target each of their eyes!

Yes, their eyes were the only weak spot. Every other part of their bodies was impervious to blades and arrows; only the eyes could be pierced.

But how small were the open slits in their helmets? Furthermore, the targets were in constant rapid motion. Locking onto even one was incredibly difficult, let alone many.

So, Lanling’s spiritual power pushed beyond five times, ten times his limit!

Then, an even more astonishing and maddening scene unfolded!

Lanling continued to fire chain arrows frenetically.

This time, his targets were each Berserker’s eyes, hidden behind their helmets.

The slits on their helmets were barely an inch in diameter.

And the Berserkers were moving at terrifying speeds.

Yet Lanling still unleashed arrows in rapid succession, and like lightning, he shot each arrow precisely through the inch-wide slits in their helmets.

Each arrow pierced through an eye, directly penetrating their brains!

He began slaughtering Berserkers. He was, unbelievably, slaughtering Berserkers! These invincible, blade- and arrow-proof Berserkers!

The Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets, and his heart felt as if it were gushing blood.

These were the essence, the ultimate trump card of the Wild Horse Tribe. Each Berserker was painstakingly cultivated. Every Berserker could take on ten, perhaps dozens, of opponents.

And now, they were being recklessly slaughtered by Lanling.

The Chieftain’s daughter felt as though her scalp was being torn open. Her body turned ice-cold and trembled uncontrollably.

"This... this isn’t human. This is a monster! Underneath that beautiful face of his must lurk the heart of a monster!"

Then, with a sharp cry, she drew her dual blades and charged toward Lanling!

No matter the cost, even if it meant dying with him, she was determined to kill this monster named Lanling!

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