I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 1112: Chapter 688: Stealing the Fruits

As five Tier Seven Royal Family members fell in quick succession within mere breaths, the Beastman troops’ once-spirited morale seemed doused by a bucket of cold water, instantaneously cooling down.

Those Tier Seven Royal Family members, usually imposing, didn’t even see a trace of the enemy before meeting their end; such a death was far more terrifying than dying in direct combat.

The remaining Tier Seven Royal Family members felt threatened, losing their previous bravery.

They retracted their defenses, focusing more on self-protection. Their initially bold attacks became hesitant, fearing that the next fatal bullet might shoot from the Void to pierce their skulls.

As the Beastman’s offensive waned and their momentum faltered, the Stele Demons surged forward, like sharks smelling blood, engulfing from all directions. The black tide re-flooded, filling the breach just created.

The Beastman Warriors were submerged once more in the ocean of Stele Demon.

Swish!

A Sub-Dragon Warrior had just slashed through two Stele Demons with his claws. Before he could survey his surroundings, three more Stele Demons lunged at him from the side, simultaneously biting down on him.

Black fangs pierced his scales, tearing his flesh. He let out a painful roar, attempting to struggle, but more Stele Demons swarmed up like ants, overwhelming him completely.

Moments later, only a few gnawed, unrecognizable bone fragments remained in that area, along with dark-red bloodstains scattered across the ground.

Awooo~

An Ice Wolf-man was surrounded by numerous Stele Demons in the center; his speed was swift as the wind. His claws swung like blades, shredding several Stele Demons that leapt at him, but the sheer number of Stele Demons was overwhelming.

A Tier Seven Stele Demon silently emerged behind him, its dark claws pierced through his chest, brutally extracting the still-beating heart.

The Ice Wolf-man’s body stiffened for a moment, then fell powerlessly; his white fur soaked with dark Demon Blood, eyes filled with agony and unwillingness.

Roar!

A frenzied Behemoth entered Frenzy mode, muscles expanding to the limit, claws slicing through surrounding Stele Demons like Steel Sabers.

Every strike shattered several Demons, and corpses piled up like mountains around him.

Yet Stele Demons surged like waves, layer upon layer, drowning him in the dark sea.

He roared, struggled, battled, but finally, exhausted, he fell, torn into pieces by countless claws; his golden fur flickered in the black tide before completely disappearing.

Despair spread like a plague among the Beastman troops.

The warriors’ expressions turned flustered, formations began to loosen, once-neat arrays became scattered, warriors from various tribes mixed together, each fighting individually, divided, besieged, devoured by the Stele Demons.

Just then—

"Roar—!!!"

A thunderous dragon roar erupted from the center of the battlefield.

The sound carried the purest bloodline pressure of the Ancient Dragon Race, spreading like an invisible shockwave in all directions.

Where the sound wave passed, all Stele Demons’ motions paused simultaneously, eyes showing instinctive fear.

Guhai transformed into the complete form of an Ancient Giant Dragon.

Dragon Scales glimmered with metallic luster in the dim light; Dragon Wings spread, overshadowing the skies; Dragon Eyes burned like two suns.

He hovered in the air, Dragon Breath spewed from his mouth, sweeping gold flames like a torrent, burning areas of Stele Demons to ashes.

Simultaneously, Vilute held nothing back.

A terrifying cold stream swept the area, and those caught in it transformed into ice statues one by one, maintaining their final grimacing stances, then cut into countless fragments by following Ice Silk, turning into glittering ice shards scattered across the sky.

Amond, moreover, charged like a golden meteor, directly into the heart of the battlefield’s thickest black mist.

Four Tier Eight Stele Demons lurked within the black mist.

They stayed hidden, waiting for the Beastman troops to weaken, ready to launch a fatal blow.

But Amond gave them no chance—he fought like a fully maddened Fierce Beast, six arms waving simultaneously, golden Spiritual Energy bursting like a storm in the darkness.

Terrifying battle ripples emanated from the depths of the black mist, accompanied by the Stele Demons’ anguished screams and roars.

The Tier Eight clash shook the earth, causing surrounding Stele Demons to retreat one after another.

Amond faced off against four, yet remained unafraid, even using his frantic momentum to force the four Tier Eight Stele Demons into consecutive retreats.

The Behemoth War God’s renown showcased vividly at this moment.

The eruption of the three Tier Eight Royal Family members was like a booster injected into the heart of the Beastman troops.

The previously declining momentum reignited; warriors’ eyes burned again with battle intent and hope.

"Kill—!"

A Tier Six Golden Behemoth entered Frenzy mode, his body expanded, golden fur stood upright, and his nails became sharper.

He roared, lunging at the Stele Demon horde, shreds one after another Stele Demon into fragments with arm swings.

Next to him, the Flame Dragonman showed no mercy.

He opened his mouth, spewing scorching Dragon Flame that burned advancing Stele Demons into charcoal, followed swiftly by Dragon Claws tearing remaining Stele Demons in half.

The Beastman troops tore open a breach again, small amid the black tide of Stele Demons but no longer a one-sided defeat.

However, just as the troops glimpsed hope once again—

High above the battlefield, dozens of space black holes suddenly appeared.