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

Lin Feng picked up the Wildfire Spear, aimed the tip at the blood-red core, and thrust it out fiercely.

"puff!"

The spear tip pierced the core, but it felt like it had been plunged into a viscous liquid.

The blood-red light on the core surface fluctuated violently, and a damage number of "-800" popped up.

Lin Feng glanced at the health bar and sighed inwardly. What a long health bar! This shot only reduced it by about one percent.

Then there's no need to hold back anymore. With a flick of his wrist, the gunshots rained down like a storm.

Seven shots per second, each shot radiating light, crimson gunfire continuously exploding at the core, the sound so dense that the intervals were indistinguishable.

The health bar was dropping rapidly, and the entire core began to tremble violently, its crimson light flickering on and off.

"Right now."

At the very moment he fired the final shot, Lin Feng had a sudden thought and activated the probability pool.

The light screen unfolded at the edge of his field of vision, and he poured his points from the probability pool into two options: the complete Heart of the Dimension and the Blood Soldier's Vanguard Camp.

The probability pool suddenly jumped, 199 points evaporated instantly, leaving 501 points on the panel. After doing all this, his last shot had pierced through the blood core.

The moment the spear tip pierced the core, time seemed to be seized by someone.

At the bottom of the steps, Zhou Guosheng, Jiang Zhaoyue, Jiang Yelan, Ye Ying, Li Zhan, Chongshan, and Zanghua all had their expressions frozen on their faces, and even their breathing stopped.

The next second, a very light breeze blew out from the core and gently swept across the hall.

The bodies of the four Night Shadows were the first to disintegrate, starting from their fingertips, peeling away layer by layer into ashes like weathered sand.

Li Zhan's expression was still one of resentment, and the smile on Zang Hua's lips hadn't even faded yet.

Chongshan was the last to fall. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but before he could utter a sound, he turned into ashes.

In the shadows, the aura of the sect leader, which had never appeared, also silently dissipated in the gust of wind.

The ashes scattered on the ground, but were quickly blown away by the wind.

...

Outside the Blood Abyss Palace.

High in the sky, the members of the flying legion were still riding on griffins.

Opposite them, over 190 Demon Sect Grandmasters floated in mid-air, with hundreds of Innate Disciples riding on Black Feather Kites behind them.

They were still waiting for orders from inside the hall. Some looked down coldly, some whispered among themselves, and some had already gripped their weapons with their fingertips.

But the next moment... everyone's expression froze.

Those demonic sect masters, innate disciples, and Mo Lingyuan, like ashes blown by the same gust of wind, crumbled one after another.

There were no screams, no struggles, and before they could even use any survival skills, they silently turned into ashes.

"My goodness..." Tie Dun, perched on the griffin's back, gaped wide, frozen in place as if under a spell. "This...this...this...it's all gone?"

"What exactly did the lord do?"

Wang Wu's face was pale, but his eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement.

Just then, Isabella's voice came from behind.

"Now is not the time to stand idly by. All those at the Innate Realm and above in the Blood Abyss Demon Sect have been wiped out, but there are still quite a few at the Acquired Realm and miscellaneous ranks. Let's take control of the entire sect first, and then we can talk about other things."

She paused, then her voice suddenly rose.

"Everyone, listen to my command! Take control of the entire Blood Abyss Demon Sect! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

"Yes!" The crowd responded in unison, swooping towards the mountain gate like a flock of falcons.

Tie Dun roared with excitement, "Hahaha! That was awesome! That was fucking awesome! Once we're done controlling them, let's go check out the Demon Sect's treasury! Don't leave them a single copper coin!"

Wang Wu followed behind him, laughing and cursing, "All you ever think about is the treasure vault."

"Then don't go! I'll move it myself!"

Arrow Eye said calmly, "You two calm down and find something valuable first. Don't let those acquired disciples escape in the chaos."

On the ground, the acquired disciples and menial disciples of the Demonic Sect were already terrified.

They watched as their usually aloof senior brothers and grandmaster elders scattered like ashes in the sky.

When those silver griffins rushed up to them, most people no longer had the will to resist.

But there are always a few who don't believe in superstition.

One of the disciples, his eyes red, drew two short knives from behind and lunged at the iron block at the front.

Ironclad Zheng Yi slapped another Demon Sect disciple to the ground. Hearing the sound of wind, he didn't even look, but instead held the Mountain Shield horizontally in front of him.

"clang!"

The twin blades struck the shield, sending sparks flying.

Tie Dun remained completely still, while the disciple who had acquired the skill was so shaken that his tiger's mouth was split open, and both knives were knocked out of his hands at the same time.

Before he could react, the iron block had already taken a step forward, and the mountain shield crashed into his chest like a collapsing mountain.

"Bang!"

The disciple was struck as if by a catapult, flying backward and crashing into a stone house behind him.

Half of the brick wall collapsed, burying half of his body inside, and he never climbed out again.

"Trying to ambush me? Go back and train for another ten years!" Tie Dun spat.

Wang Wu wasn't idle either. He led a group of people up the stone steps and ran into a dozen or so Demon Sect disciples who were trying to escape through a side alley.

One of them even used the Blood Shadow Step, trying to squeeze through the gaps in the crowd.

Wang Wu raised his hand and fired an arrow. The arrow pierced the air, passed through the first afterimage, and stabbed into the knee of the real body.

The man screamed, his Blood Shadow Step abruptly halted, and he rolled a great distance across the ground.

He struggled to get up, but the second arrow arrived, piercing his shoulder blade and pinning him firmly to the steps.

"Run!" Wang Wu drew another arrow, nocked it, and swept it across the remaining men. "Anyone else who wants to do the same as him, take one step forward and see what happens."

The remaining disciples of the Demonic Sect stood frozen in place, none daring to move.

At the other end of the alley, Jianyan led several thousand men to guard the main road.

A disciple of the Demonic Sect was hiding behind the wall. He had barely shown half of his face when the bow at the arrow's eye was already fired.

The arrow grazed the wall, narrowly missed the man's ear, and embedded itself in the wooden pillar behind him, its fletching still buzzing.

"I'm warning you one more time," Arrow Eye's voice wasn't loud, "Throw your weapon out, hands behind your head. Next time, aim for the eyes."

The man's hand trembled, the knife fell to the ground, and he slumped down.

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