Chapter 830
Chapter 830
Xing Yuan thought that Han Changkong was just being stubborn before his death, and he became even angrier.
However, just when everyone thought that Han Changkong was about to be engulfed by the flames, he slowly took off the black token from his waist.
This action made Xing Yuan stunned, and doubts arose in his heart:
Could it be that this guy wants to call someone?
Are you planning to have someone collect the body?
Humph, no matter what tricks he has, they are futile in the face of my absolute power.
Han Changkong gently stroked the token in his hand and said lightly:
"Yumo, you're almost rusty."
Before he finished speaking, the token in his hand suddenly shone brightly, slowly grew larger, and finally stopped at the size of a door panel.
Xing Yuan was stunned when he saw this, and his heart was filled with confusion:
What the hell does this mean?
Want to fan the flames out?
Is this token some special magic weapon?
But I have never heard that Li Heizi has such a powerful thing.
A hint of uneasiness welled up in his heart, but he still didn't want to believe that Han Changkong could turn the tide of the battle with this token. He just stared at Han Changkong intently, ready to deal with possible variables.
Han Changkong held the huge door panel in his hand, and his eyes instantly became extremely sharp, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky.
He took a deep breath, and the golden power in his body surged wildly along his meridians like a surging river, quickly converging on his arms.
His arms were bulging with veins and his muscles were tense, as if they contained endless power.
At this moment, only his heavy and powerful breathing, like the muffled sound of pulling an ancient bellows, echoed in this small fire prison, foreshadowing the coming of a shocking storm.
With a deafening roar, Han Changkong raised the door panel high and slashed it fiercely at the prison of fire that trapped him.
This slash seemed to tear the sky and earth apart. A huge black crack was instantly cut into the space. A terrifying suction force erupted from the crack, and everything around it was ruthlessly sucked in.
The moment the door panel fell, a golden light shone as brightly as the scorching sun. Wherever the light reached, the flames were instantly dispelled, and the prison of fire was torn apart easily like fragile paper.
The moment the cage shattered, there was a sharp "sizzling" sound, like a red-hot iron block being immersed in cold water. It was the sound of flames and metallic light colliding and annihilating.
However, Han Changkong's offensive did not stop there.
With the help of this powerful force, he rushed towards Xingyuan like lightning.
Xing Yuan widened his eyes in horror. He felt an unprecedented breath of death coming towards him, but it was too late to dodge.
Han Changkong swung the door panel and slashed out another astonishing golden sword light.
The sword light was a hundred feet long and dozens of feet wide, like a golden dragon roaring across the sky.
Wherever the sword light passed, the air was compressed into substance, emitting a series of deafening explosions. The loud "boom" sound was like thousands of thunders exploding at the same time, and a bottomless gully was plowed out on the ground. Mud and rocks flew in all directions like cannonballs. Wherever it passed, the soldiers in the Protoss camp were blown away by this powerful impact force, resulting in countless casualties. Their screams and exclamations formed a chaotic and noisy ocean of sound.
Xing Yuan tried his best, mobilizing all the divine power in his body to form a flame shield in front of him.
However, in front of Han Changkong's shocking slash, the flame shield was like thin ice encountering the scorching sun, and it shattered in an instant.
The golden blade light slashed Xing Yuan without any suspense. Xing Yuan's body was instantly covered by the light. Only a shrill scream was heard, and his body was turned into powder under this terrifying power and disappeared without a trace, as if he had never existed in this world.
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