I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 1110 - 687: The Fierce Battle (Part 2)

However, although Amond’s words were infuriating, they also knew in their hearts that this mission had indeed already failed.

They were in the open, Qin Tian was hidden; the opponent could fully utilize his space talent, making it impossible for them to locate him while continuously causing them trouble.

To keep entangled in this mountain would only lead them to be led by the nose.

"Retreat." Guhai, though reluctant, still made the decision immediately.

Vilute nodded, with an expressionless look in his ice-blue eyes, while Amond snorted, tacitly agreeing to this outcome.

However, entering San Tuo Mountain was easy, but getting out was difficult.

The three orders had just been given, the team hadn’t even had the chance to change direction, when dense black figures surged from the surrounding black mist, as if tide waves pouring out from cracks, caves, and ridges from all directions.

They varied in size and shape, but every pair of eyes was equally cold, greedy, and emotionless.

Low Tier Stele Demons spread out like ants forming a layer of black carpet, while High Tier Stele Demons mixed among them, occasionally flashing one or two colossal Tier Seven or even Tier Eight Stele Demons, their aura deep as an abyss, intimidating.

As far as the eye could see, it was completely a sea of black; countless waves of Stele Demons pressed from all directions.

Beastman Warriors felt the overwhelming pressure like mountains and seas, many subconsciously gripping their weapons tightly, cold sweat seeping from their backs.

"Form ranks! Prepare to break out!" Guhai’s voice exploded like thunder, waking the warriors intimidated by the Stele Demons’ momentum.

The Beastman Army quickly contracted their formation, with Dragon Race clan members forming the first line of defense on the periphery and the Pure-Blooded Dragon Race in the center responsible for firepower output.

Warriors of the Eternal Ice Silkworm spread on both wings, using Power of Ice to seal the Stele Demons’ movement paths.

The Golden Behemoth team led by Amond himself, spearheaded the way forward.

"Charge out!"

With Guhai’s order, the Beastman Army, like awakened beasts, roared and charged fiercely in one direction.

Amond’s Golden Behemoth team led the charge, six arms swinging simultaneously, cutting through the Stele Demon horde like a golden storm.

Stele Demons below Tier Six felt like paper in front of them, torn apart, knocked away, or crushed into powder.

The terrifying power of the Golden Behemoth was fully displayed at this moment — they required no weapons, mere fists and claws were sufficient to smash Stele Demons into pulp.

Guhai took charge from the rear with warriors of the Ancient Dragon Race.

Golden Dragon Breath spewed from the sky, incinerating Stele Demons attempting to flank from behind to ashes, while Dragon Wings swept across, sending masses of Stele Demons crashing against mountain walls, shattering into black debris.

Vilute’s Eternal Ice Silkworm team was positioned in the middle to provide support.

Cold streams rose from the ground, freezing pursuing Stele Demons into ice sculptures; Ice Silk danced, slicing any demon trying to sneak from the side into countless fragments.

Beastman Warriors gritted their teeth, charging along with their respective leaders.

They dared not stop, nor even look back — for stopping would mean being completely engulfed by the black tide behind them.

Everyone understood that only by charging out of San Tuo Mountain in one breath could they be truly safe.

Yet, there were simply too many Stele Demons.

Those black figures clung to them like a plague, no matter how many the Beastmen tore apart, more would always fill the gap behind.

Low Tier Stele Demons carelessly threw themselves forward, using their bodies to block the Beastmen’s path; High Tier Stele Demons mixed in, suddenly unleashing bursts of Demonic Qi to shatter defenses and claim lives.

Periodically, a Beastman Warrior fell, some were dragged into the Stele Demon horde by Demonic Qi and instantly shredded to pieces; some were impaled through the chest by High Tier Stele Demons’ claws, struggling on the ground never to rise again; others, in the breakout, fell behind and were swallowed by the black tide without a chance to even scream.

The Beastman Army, like a slowly advancing giant blade, carved a bloody path through the Stele Demons’ black ocean.

They moved forward relentlessly, charging, leaving behind more and more corpses, both of Stele Demons and their kind.

Just as the Beastman Army’s charge began to wane, Guhai, Vilute, and Amond simultaneously erupted.

Guhai struck first, his body suddenly expanding, covered in dark golden Dragon Scales, Dragon Wings spread massively, Dragon Eyes glowing with golden light like two blazing suns.

He raised his head, unleashing a deafening Dragon Roar, sound waves carrying the purest bloodline pressure of the Ancient Dragon Race, sweeping outward like an invisible tsunami.

Everywhere the Dragon Roar passed, Stele Demons’ movements froze momentarily, it was a soul-deep shiver, an instinctual fear of lower beings confronting top predators.

Simultaneously, Vilute’s Ice Wings flared open, countless near-transparent Ice Silk spread out like blooming flowers.

Each strand of silk exuded extreme cold, leaving ice crystals in the air, marking white icy trails on the ground.

Stele Demons touched by the silk froze instantly into ice sculptures, which then shattered into gleaming icy shards, even Demonic Qi froze and crumbled in the extreme cold.

Amond turned directly into a golden storm, six arms slashing, Stele Demons near him shredded like rags.