Li Ang's figure appeared in a hidden room on the upper floor where the collapse had temporarily stabilized.

Beneath his feet lay countless pieces of mirror.

The mirrors varied in size and shape, some convex, some concave, some flat, covering the entire space—the floor, the walls, the ceiling.

Completed.

Without hesitation, Li Ang retrieved the [Holy Anthem Spring Water] from the void and drank it in one gulp, dispelling the negative status effects from the demonic flames.

At the same time, he surveyed his surroundings to ensure that no system detectors were present.

The cameras were all focused on the battlefield below; none were free to notice him.

Good.

Li Ang removed the dragon head mask and took out the breeding box from his backpack. As before, he took out the nearly four-meter-long Zerg Nest incubation egg from within.

The egg-shaped object opened automatically, revealing not a living Zerg Nest Lord, but a semi-open, living armor that possessed all the functions of a Zerg Nest Lord.

This Zerg Nest armor, created by the combined efforts of swamp divinity, a Zerg Nest incubation pool, an alchemical workshop's synthetic beast creation platform, and the Abyss Magic Mirror,

was larger than ordinary Zerg Nest Lords in terms of appearance.

Its red-and-white back shell was covered with sharp spines that could be launched,

and all six arms held the most powerful weapons that the Zerg Nest could currently produce.

Wearing the [Anti-Dragon Mad Helmet], Li Ang jumped into the living armor,

The armor's front, divided into two halves of open plate armor, immediately closed automatically.

Inside the "cockpit," a large number of neural circuits immediately extended, connecting to the back of Li Ang's head to complete the connection.

Tzz—

The newly manufactured Zerg Nest Lord opened its eyes, and scorching steam spewed out from the dense rows of air vents on its back.

"..."

Li Ang clenched his fists, and the fully connected neural circuits transmitted a real sense of touch.

Heartbeat, breathing, muscle contraction and extension—everything was vividly present in his mind.

This armor, which he had meticulously crafted with great effort, was indeed powerful enough.

Abandoning the human form meant having a larger volume and more mass,

which meant more complete functions.

"It just means I can't use the skills and items associated with the 'Li Risheng' identity anymore."

Li Ang silently said in his heart, releasing the third-level mind enchantment ability, [Linked Heart Technique], to establish a mental link with the Zerg Nest.

Hundreds of Zergling burrowed out from underground outside the house and rushed into the room, quickly and orderly collecting all the mirror shards on the ground.

Li Ang stepped out, and a distant, thunderous sound of dense trampling came from the far end of the vast space.

That was... a wave composed of Zergling.

Dense and layered Zerg Nest units stopped abruptly in front of Li Ang, and the only sounds in the vast space were the vibrating wings of the flying Zerg and the heat dissipation from the air vents of the various levels of Zergling.

Terrifyingly orderly.

Li Ang surveyed his creations. What he saw before him was only a small part of all the Zerg Nest units. Using the Overmind as a node, his psionic power could connect to the distant Zerg Nests and learn about their situation.

The [Abyss Magic Mirror]'s [Mirror Realm Traverse] effect randomly teleported the user to a mirrored object within a radius of one kilometer.

Usually, this special effect was unstable, and it was possible to be teleported to some inexplicable location.

But if planned in advance, such as concentrating a massive number of mirrors together to act as molecules,

it would be possible to increase the probability of controllable teleportation.

For example, now that the "Li Risheng" identity had exited the stage,

next would be the Zerg Nest Lord's stage.

Li Ang's mind flashed with the contents of the comic, Tai Hao's words about "Investiture of the Gods," and the information he had gathered through the [Secret Digger] title skill.

The plan needed to be changed slightly...

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Even Li Risheng fell...

Tenth floor of the Lost World, center of the battlefield.

The witch was shocked. She was very clear about the upper limit of the power after the fusion of Mad Burning Fire and Amberlee.

With her vision, she could also clearly identify the power of the perfect-grade consumable scroll [Entropy's Foul Stench] and the Colt Demonbreaker bullets.

Such a combination of punches would cause even the final boss in a script mission to die with regret on the spot.

However, although the demonic flame hurricane had weakened, it could still maintain its original shape.

At this moment, the Wasteland Lion's skin had peeled off, leaving only about 10% remaining. All the flesh and blood of its limbs had fallen off and dropped into the space below the security door.

The gray-robed figures around the security door fell one after another, leaving only the last two.

Accompanied by their hoarse, evil shouts,

twelve cyan-black tentacles protruded from the dark space below the security door, just like the ones Tai Hao and the others had seen on the fifteenth floor, except they were countless times smaller than the latter.

Pa—

The tentacles plunged into the Wasteland Lion's remains.

The Wasteland Lion let out a shrill beast roar that was enough to shatter eardrums.

Without communication or instruction,

the Rock Mountain and Evil Flood Dragon in front of it roared and howled, with rock pillars and light cannons sweeping over.

And the Wasteland Lion itself, while trembling, slashed diagonally with its ossified lion claws.

Demonic flames poured down like rain, blocking the players' retreat routes.

Zheng!!!

The pirate waved [Tidebringer], and the waves and flames shattered some of the rock pillars, but were powerless against the large area of demonic flames and light cannons.

David tore apart a consumable scroll, summoning a guardian spirit in the form of an elephant, but in the face of the demonic flames that could devour energy, the guardian spirit only lasted a few seconds before being devoured.

The building was about to collapse, and the storm was about to fall.

Sha—

The sound of air being torn apart rushed over, and a white figure instantly crossed a distance of more than a thousand meters, flashing in front of the witch and the others.

Su Nisheng, wearing a plain white dress and from the Different Society, looked indifferent and punched out at the sky full of demonic flames.

With just one punch,

the air showed a wave-like vibration, and the gale roared backward.

The demonic flames, which had been as dense as a rainstorm, actually gathered together under this punch, condensing into clumps that fell around the players by a hair's breadth.

"You are, how..."

The witch felt as if her brain had stalled. When she saw Su Nisheng throw a punch just now, she suddenly had the illusion that her heart would be shattered by this punch.

Ignoring the witch and the other players' astonishment, Su Nisheng lightly stepped on the ground, and her figure flashed again in front of the Wasteland Lion, punching out.

Om—

The air seemed to be compressed, showing white wave-like fluctuations.

The storm set off by the punch swept towards the front of the Wasteland Lion, but when it was about to touch the Wasteland Lion, it hit some invisible barrier and slid to both sides.

Whoosh!

The gale roared past, stirring up a massive amount of soil dust, fully demonstrating the destructive power of this punch.

The Wasteland Lion, with tentacles stuck all over its body, silently met Su Nisheng's gaze with the only remaining eye in its pale skull.

There was no joy or sorrow in its eyes.

The final stage of the ritual had begun. It could feel that a continuous stream of divinity was flowing into its body.

A vast, unprecedented power surged up continuously.

This was, the power of a god...

Although the ritual had not been completely completed, the Wasteland Lion still felt that it was stronger than it had been in its best state.

It floated in mid-air, maintaining the connection of the tentacles, and casually waved its lion claws, and surging demonic power poured out like a flood.

Bang—

Su Nisheng was suddenly knocked away, her feet landing on the ground, plowing out two long marks.

"..."

She silently stood up, looked at the Wasteland Lion with an indifferent expression, and patted the non-existent dust on her hands.

"Hmm?"

The Wasteland Lion seemed to sense something and looked down.

The cracking sound gradually sounded, and the stasis fields that had originally sealed Michael and the others shattered one after another under Su Nisheng's punch just now.