Useless, useless, useless, useless!

Behind the lines, the support team members of the Mobile Task Force, clutching their staffs, looked pale.

The curse skills and control effects they unleashed had no effect on Li Ang.

Slowing speed, reducing stamina, decreasing spiritual energy recovery efficiency, blindness, deafness, dizziness, increased gravity, sensory deprivation...

None of the curse effects could stop his rampage.

Li Ang's original clothes had already been burned away in the battle, revealing the blood-red Mirage Dragon Red Mane beneath.

Thousands of attacks bombarded the Red Mane coat, but failed to tear even a single opening.

Solid bullets spun and lost their kinetic energy.

Energy attacks silently annihilated and dissipated.

The fiercer the attack, the more vibrant the color of the Red Mane coat, soft and supple like a blood-soaked garment.

Horizontal chop, vertical slash, upward sweep, diagonal cut.

Li Ang wielded the Basha Henglan Spear, savagely breaking through the defenses formed by several main attackers.

His body was gradually deviating from human form.

His arms were burly and muscular, his right hand gripped the Basha Henglan Spear, and his left hand held a two-handed warhammer, seized from who knows where.

With a casual swing, he flattened and crushed the vehicles and pavement in front of him.

The barrier constructed by the Mobile Task Force's magic-wielding professionals was as fragile as paper in his presence.

"Thunder, come!"

Just as Li Ang was about to smash through the entire defense line, a violent roar resounded from high in the sky.

Boom!

A thunderbolt as thick as a bucket struck Li Ang on the head, causing him to stagger.

Thud!

A man fell from the sky, kneeling on one knee on the ground, creating a deep crater.

He slowly stood up, wearing a black cloak and glasses, with hard, angular features, a gloomy expression, lightning flashing and flowing between his beard, and a dark brown golden eagle perched on his shoulder.

Mu Qingcang, captain of the Mobile Task Force's Fifth Squad.

"Old Xing, are you alright?"

Mu Qingcang expressionlessly pulled Xing Hechou out of the truck cab.

"I'm fine, cough cough."

Xing Hechou coughed and patted the metal fragments on his body with some embarrassment.

He had just returned from the front lines of the Prison Demon Cave, and before he could recover from his injuries, he was dragged here to act as a negotiator.

Unfortunately, he didn't know what tricks headquarters had played, but the negotiations failed to continue, and he was punched into the car by Li Ang.

Mu Qingcang ignored Xing Hechou's complex mental state and turned to look at the center of the battlefield.

The brief respite caused by the lightning strike allowed the Mobile Task Force members to barely hold the line, surrounding Li Ang.

The support group in the distance tried their best to cast spells, softening the ground beneath Li Ang's feet, turning it into living mud that tenaciously entangled his legs.

At the same time,

The Heterogeneous Society's magic-wielding professionals also set up altars, burned incense sticks, shook bells, and chanted incantations in unison, creating a huge, semi-transparent character in mid-air - [Shan] (Mountain).

Whoosh—

The [Shan] character fell rapidly, pressing down on Li Ang, causing his knees to buckle.

So heavy.

Despite being a transparent character, it possessed immense weight.

Li Ang dropped the nameless warhammer, sheathed the Basha Henglan Spear, and raised his arms to the sky, holding up the [Shan] character, straightening his back inch by inch.

[Xian] (Sink)!

Another powerful character appeared in mid-air, falling rapidly and pressing down on [Shan].

The ground beneath Li Ang's feet collapsed inexplicably, his back arched, and the surrounding mud seemed to be summoned, surging over, trying to swallow him.

[Ning] (Freeze)!

The surrounding air suddenly stopped circulating, and the free-floating energy was also fixed in place.

Li Ang had difficulty breathing, and his heart beat violently.

[Qiu] (Imprison)!

Li Ang's body sank rapidly, his legs and waist plunging into the ground.

Whirr—

In the Heterogeneous Society camp, many magic-wielding professionals turned pale and collapsed to the ground,

The survivors frantically drank spring water, tremblingly preparing to write the last character.

Shang... (Wound)

The strokes slowly formed in the air,

Li Ang, holding up the iron-hooked, silver-painted characters, grinned evilly.

"Not good."

Mu Qingcang, who was watching from the sidelines, felt his eyelids twitch inexplicably.

The glasses he was wearing, which detected combat power, turned red sharply and cracked,

The golden eagle on his shoulder, as if sensing a strong threat, spread its wings and stared coldly.

Bang bang bang bang!

Heavy sounds like exploding shells came from Li Ang's body. His already burly and mutated body swelled again.

His legs stepped on the invisible steps created by the [Ti Yun Zong] (Ladder to Heaven) skill, and he climbed out of the mud step by step.

His arms suddenly stretched and proliferated, slowly applying force, compressing the [Shan] character at the bottom, causing it to make a difficult creaking sound.

Crack!

The [Shan] character shattered and disintegrated.

Li Ang slowly straightened his back, crushing and tearing the [Xian], [Ning], and [Qiu] characters.

"Pfft!"

The Heterogeneous Society's magic professionals spat out blood in unison and took several steps back.

On the bejeweled altar, the candlelight flickered and trembled, almost extinguished.

"Is this all you've got?"

Li Ang twisted his neck with a grin. His tall, demon-like, blood-red body strode towards the Mobile Task Force.

"Stop!"

Mu Qingcang roared violently. His black cloak fluttered, lightning leaped between his fingers,

His entire body shot out at a speed that could only be seen as a blur, and he punched Li Ang in the chest.

Pa.

Li Ang caught Mu Qingcang's fist with one hand, completely ignoring the lightning attached to the fist. He casually closed his palm, pinching Mu Qingcang's wrist like chopsticks.

The latter's body was considered burly compared to ordinary people, but in front of him, who had removed his body's restrictions, he was as small as a child.

Li Ang reached out to grab, but grabbed empty air—Mu Qingcang's left wrist elementalized, turning into lightning, dodging the grab.

His right fist then grabbed a dense, pale blue electric net and slammed it into Li Ang's chest.

Buzz—

The lightning net wrapped around Li Ang's chest like an octopus, releasing a strong current, causing the entire Red Mane coat to glow slightly.

Success!

A gleam of light flashed in Mu Qingcang's eyes.

Through the Red Mane coat, he could see the other party's chest charred and collapsed, and the terrifying lightning evaporated the moisture in the muscles, directly causing the tendons to atrophy and dry out.

"Careful!"

In the distance, Xing Hechou's pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted a warning.

Careful of what?

Mu Qingcang belatedly felt a strange chill.

He saw that as the electric light faded and dissipated, the muscles on Li Ang's chest rapidly swelled and recovered, restoring the Red Mane coat.

"Not bad."

Li Ang coldly grabbed Mu Qingcang's right wrist. "You are a little stronger than them."

Mu Qingcang only felt a cold current surge from behind. The golden eagle on his shoulder flapped its wings, creating a sandstorm that blurred his eyes, and its razor-sharp claws grabbed Mu Qingcang's shoulders, dragging him backwards.

However, Mu Qingcang's wrist was entangled by Swamp God power and could not elementalize to escape.

Bang!

Li Ang grabbed Mu Qingcang's arm and slammed him heavily on the ground like a sack, creating a humanoid depression.