Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 962 - 426: With My Ant-Like Body, I Scheme Against the Immortal Daluo—Let’s Drink a Great Toast! (Part 2)

Shimmering lights from the Starburst Array caused Meng Meng’s hand to tremble slightly, yet a wild laugh escaped his lips.

"Indeed, there is no way you could set up such a grand array in such a brief period, blending reality with illusion and illusion with reality. Heh, a clever ruse."

"What a shame..."

Meng Meng whispered, and then, like a deflated balloon, his form rapidly shrank, reverting to his natural appearance.

The instant his words concluded.

A cold glint flashed within the eyes of over a dozen foreign elites.

"Attack!! Their intention in stalling is simply to await Su Tu. That monstrosity is far too powerful, and with him absent now, this is our prime opportunity."

"Do not allow them to regroup; if we assault them simultaneously, we may very well vanquish that abomination!!"

The Six-Eared Rat Race reacted with haste, speaking rapidly before letting out a piercing screech.

Their figures instantly vanished beneath the ground, churning up sand and stones, the yellow desert stretching out, as if legions of lost souls were lamenting in the desolate wasteland.

Concurrently, more than a dozen elites launched their assault as one.

Potent, awe-inspiring phenomena erupted, Divine Techniques were unleashed, surging directly towards the Human Race.

Boom!! Boom boom boom!!!

The Starburst Array unleashed a concussive blast, its fragmented starlight appearing to forge a celestial expanse.

Yet, this Starburst Array’s might proved insufficient to claim their lives.

"Hahahahaha!!! The ten-day trek, merely a charade after all!"

"Tedious, utterly tedious!!"

"With such hindrances, if you do not perish, who shall?!"

The foreign elites guffawed triumphantly as they slaughtered, their pronouncements rife with unassailable conviction.

Their individual strengths were comparable; even if Lin An and the other two held a slight edge, it was negligible against their sheer numbers.

Moreover, they still had to consider their allies trailing behind, which constrained their movements.

The outcome of this conflict was sealed from its inception.

The moment the foreign races initiated their charge, the trio moved in unison. Simu Jiuchen surged forward with ferocious momentum, his fists akin to colossal mountains possessing the power to shatter the heavens, his strike rending space with thunderous sonic booms.

This forced two approaching foreign combatants to retreat repeatedly for the moment.

Behind Lin An, a myriad of silver lights materialized. Within this luminous veil, countless figures intersected, as if a new world was being born, capturing the attention of others. Several elites, their hearts and spirits wavering, succumbed to momentary panic.

Meanwhile, Zhao Lanshan formed intricate seals with both hands, conjuring multiple arrays that enveloped the injured members of the Human Race, deflecting several incoming killing techniques from the elite attackers.

Though it appeared, at this juncture, that the three could hold these elites at bay, their resistance was merely temporary.

With equal martial prowess but a decisive numerical superiority, the tide soon turned. Simu Jiuchen found himself surrounded by three or four elites, forced into a staggered retreat, his body covered in blood, with fresh wounds continuously erupting.

Lin An’s complexion grew even more ashen. While his world of intersecting shadows managed to ensnare a few, each struggle attenuated his spiritual breath.

As for Zhao Lanshan, he had already depleted the majority of his Qi sustaining the arrays. Now at his absolute limit, he could barely maintain the defensive formations.

Outside the arrays, the foreign elites observed this unfolding drama with derision, refraining from immediate attack, deeming it a needless expenditure of energy. Witnessing Zhao Lanshan exhaust himself to his demise was, in itself, a form of entertainment.

The awakened elites of the Human Race, perceiving their surroundings, comprehended the gravity of their situation. A towering individual among the Humans let out a resounding roar.

"You three should escape! Pay us no mind!! Disperse and seek your own opportunities!!"

This sentiment echoed the thoughts of most of the elites.

Once filled with such pride, entering this competition with aspirations of reaching the zenith, they now found themselves unexpectedly mediocre, even requiring the protection of others.

"Considered elites of this generation, yet we never anticipated being mere burdens. Ridiculous!! Very well, very well! I, Zheng Wang, shall have some amusement today!!"

The speaker bore a gaping cavity in his chest, with a significant portion of his heart exposed.

His entire physique rapidly swelled, his skin turning a deep crimson, preparing to self-detonate his Martial Arts Cultivation.

"Zhao, grant me egress. Thank you for everything along this journey. Today, I shall offer you a spectacle, much like fireworks!"

He bellowed, and several other severely wounded martial artists nearby harbored the same resolute intention.

Upon hearing this, several foreign elites discreetly retreated several paces. The self-immolation of an elite combatant was an event of unfathomable destructive power.

Zhao Lanshan, unable to utter a sound, displayed unwavering resolve in his eyes, refusing to lower the protective arrays.

"Silence!! Until every last one of us perishes, none of you shall die!!!!"

Simu Jiuchen roared.

His condition was dire, with half the flesh on his arm ripped away, revealing stark white bone, as he confronted a bat-like fiend that was still savoring the taste of fresh blood and flesh.

"Unbelievable. You'd risk your own life, yet still concern yourself with these encumbrances."

The gargoyle, its eyes burning a crimson hue, discarded the grisly remains in its grasp.

Simu Jiuchen let out a cold laugh, half his left cheek gone, as if torn asunder, his expression twisted into a grimace of fierce resolve.

"You understand nothing."

His gaze then shifted to the pale Lin An and the visibly struggling Zhao Lanshan.

"We cannot delay any further! If we activate the formation, we can annihilate them!"

His voice resonated within the minds of Lin An and Zhao Lanshan.

At this precise moment, Lin An, with his entire being focused, was desperately trying to subdue several formidable opponents, leaving him incapable of replying.