Survival of the Nation: I Can Specify the Items That Will Drop

The axe flash cleaved through the blood mist, leaving a frosty white trail as it fell straight down. The spear master raised his spear to block, but the axe was too fast and too heavy.

The spear shaft was deflected, and the axe blade slammed into his shoulder. His Blood Aura Protection flashed violently, and a damage number of over 700 points exploded out.

The spear master was slid back several meters by the cleavage, his shoulder was almost cut open, but there was no pain on his face.

Before he could even stand up straight, he raised his left hand and shot a blood-red finger straight at Paul's heart.

Paul dodged to the side and turned to strike again, but the other three blood puppets had already surrounded him from three directions, their claws grabbing his back, their short axes slashing his knees, and their bloody palm prints sealing his face.

He blocked and slashed left and right, his attributes overwhelming him, yet he couldn't break through the stalemate.

More than ten minutes passed, and not a single one was killed.

These four people neither died nor retreated, nor did they make any major mistakes. He tried his best, but he only managed to leave a few hideous wounds on the Blood Spear Master.

But the other party acted as if nothing had happened, and together with the other three, they kept him pinned down in place.

"That's enough!"

Paul finally erupted in fury. His eyes widened, four golden rings suddenly lit up behind him, and his whole body burst forth with dazzling golden light.

"Unify the armor!"

The attacks from the four Blood Puppet Masters landed on him, clanging and clattering, but only pitiful numbers appeared: a hundred points, a few dozen points.

Paul smiled.

"Is that all the strength you have? You puppets are even less energetic than rabbits!"

He charged forward, swinging his axe, and cleaved through the four men's attacks, hacking away with each blow.

The spear master pierced his chest, but he didn't retreat an inch. Instead, he swung his axe back and smashed it into the man's face, denting half of his face.

The double-clawed master grabbed his back, leaving several light red marks. He turned around and swept his axe horizontally, cutting the man's claws and arm to one side.

With each swing of his axe, the blood puppets' health bars would plummet by 400 or 500 points, sometimes even triggering Bear Fury, dealing over 700 damage with a single blow.

As the blood bats of the unarmed blood puppets swarmed from the north, the Blizzard Ring bracelet on Paul's arm suddenly lit up.

【Blizzard】 is unleashed with a roar!

A blizzard with a radius of thirty meters exploded outwards from him, and the icy blue storm instantly froze hundreds of blood bats into ice sculptures, which then shattered into pieces on the ground.

"Experience winter in the land of the bear!"

Paul roared, his Frostbear Battle Axe sweeping across like a whirlwind, each strike carrying a shimmering light of gold and icy blue.

Just as Paul was getting into a winning streak, the four blood puppets suddenly moved.

They all retreated several meters, stood in four different directions, their bodies sinking as they simultaneously formed a strange hand seal.

"Blood Puppet Annihilation Formation!"

Four streams of blood mist erupted simultaneously from their bodies, weaving together in the air to form a massive blood-red cage.

The blood mist was so thick it couldn't be dispersed, like four breathing walls of blood. Before Paul could react, the walls of blood closed in, trapping him firmly in the center.

The four blood puppets stood in a diamond formation, occupying the four cardinal directions. Their auras were perfectly synchronized, as if they had merged into one.

【Evasion rate +10%, shared vision】.

However, the cost is that each blood puppet immediately loses 10% of its health.

The next instant, the four blood puppets moved simultaneously.

They charged in from four directions, their figures appearing and disappearing intermittently shrouded in blood mist, each strike accompanied by a blood-red shadow.

A long spear thrust in from the east, claws slashed down from the west, a short axe cleaved down from the south, and a blood-red palm struck from the north.

Paul raised his axe to block the blows, the sound of the weapon cutting through the air echoing above his head, on his back, on his ribs, and on his knees.

The blood mist seemed to have a life of its own, constantly contracting towards the center, connecting the attack directions, landing points, and rhythms of the four blood puppets together.

It's as if four pairs of eyes are in the same brain, working together seamlessly without any gaps.

"Damn it! You damned lot!"

Paul was like a giant bear trapped in a cage, struggling left and right in the blood mist.

The axe flashed like frost, splitting the blood wall open again and again, but each time it was split open, the blood mist immediately closed again.

The blood puppets continued to close in. They didn't need to communicate or make judgments; they simply followed the formation, step by step, to strangle their prey in the middle.

Ten minutes passed.

The golden light of the armor gradually dimmed.

The Blood Puppet Killing Formation had reached its limit, and the surrounding blood mist began to thin.

Finally, the golden light shattered, and the blood mist dissipated as well.

Paul and the four blood puppets retreated simultaneously.

He glared at the four still expressionless puppets in front of him and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

The battle continues.

This lasted for almost an hour.

Paul had lost count of how many times he had swung his axe, and how many blows he had taken.

The four blood puppets were the same, their bodies covered in countless wounds, yet they still attacked tirelessly, just like when the battle had just begun.

Paul became increasingly anxious as the game progressed.

Finally, the grandmaster on the north side who used the Blood Palm technique landed the instant his Blood Shadow Step touched the ground.

"Get it, you bastard!"

The runes on the Bone-Splitting Leggings suddenly lit up, and 【Slam】 was activated.

Paul, like a furious frost bear, charged straight at the Blood Palm Grandmaster, enveloped in the cold wind.

The shoulder armor and battle axe slammed into the opponent simultaneously, causing the grandmaster to stagger backward and triggering the stun effect.

The opponent's resistance to the effect failed, and the dizziness condition was applied for two seconds.

"Enough! Armor-Shattering Slash!"

The first axe blow caused his left shoulder to cave in.

"Bear's Fury!"

The second horizontal axe strike shattered the master's right arm with the back of the axe, splattering blood everywhere.

"Again!"

The third axe blow struck Paul's chest, shattering his breastplate and spraying dark red blood all over his face.

The fourth axe cleaved the neck diagonally, tilting the head to one side, with only a layer of skin and flesh still attached.

The fifth axe blow came down from above, the blade completely embedded in the skull, splitting the head in two.

The blood puppet's body stiffened for a moment, then, like a puppet whose strings had been pulled out, it plummeted straight down.

"Haha! One dead! Finally!"

Before Paul could even catch his breath, a blood-red figure soared into the sky below and landed steadily in the spot where the dead blood puppet had been.

Another grandmaster.

The same empty gaze, the same silence.

He raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Paul's face, as if his dead comrade had never existed.

"Are you kidding me!"

Paul was so angry that his vision blurred, and he raised the Frostbear Battle Axe once more, golden light re-condensing on the axe blade.

The battle continues.

Another hour passed.

An order suddenly came from high above, spreading throughout the entire aerial battlefield.

"Flying Legion, retreat and rest!"

That was Lin Feng's voice, calm, deep, and carrying an undeniable authority.

Paul gritted his teeth, angrily made a feinting axe strike, and turned to retreat with the flying legion.

He glanced back; the blood puppets weren't chasing him.

As if receiving some kind of instruction, they all turned around and retreated towards Blood Nest No. 1.

On the battlefield, the two sides receded like two tides.

Only the sky was filled with blood mist, broken feathers, and lingering battle cries.

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