I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 1113: Chapter 688: Reaping the Rewards (2)

Those black holes silently opened, their edges glimmering with a silver light, like dozens of cold eyes overlooking the battling Beastmen below.

Immediately, dozens of iron balls shot out from the black holes at high speed, trailing black tails, like meteors aiming for the Beastmen below.

The moment those iron balls appeared, whether it was Guhai, Vilute, or the keenly perceptive Beastmen powerhouses, they all felt an unprecedented sense of tremendous danger.

That feeling was like a cold poisonous snake coiling around their spines, sending chills down their backs, their hairs standing on end.

"Defense---!!!"

Guhai’s voice exploded like thunder, filled with urgency and horror never seen before.

However, it was too late.

Dozens of Explosive Iron Balls exploded in mid-air—at that moment, it was as if the entire sky had caught fire.

"Boom boom boom boom---!!!"

Orange flames burst forth like giant blooming flowers, one after another, creating an unending sea of fire.

The temperature of those flames was astonishingly high, causing the air to twist and deform with its heat, casting the entire valley into a gold-orange light akin to daylight.

The terrifying shockwaves spread in all directions, sweeping up the debris, corpses, and severed limbs on the ground, tossing them into the air.

Beastmen below Tier Six had no power to resist against the terrifying might of the Explosive Iron Balls.

Over ninety percent of the warriors were directly consumed by the explosions and the sea of fire—some had their internal organs shattered by the shockwaves, bleeding from their orifices to death; some were burned to charcoal in an instant by the flames, unable to even make a last scream; some were flung into the air by the explosive blasts, only to crash down heavily, never rising again.

Even Beastmen above Tier Six were in a sorry state, their Qi and Blood roiling, their internal organs feeling as if battered by heavy hammers, their ears ringing incessantly.

It wasn’t just the Beastmen, but the Stele Demons entangled with them also got swept by the explosions and the sea of fire.

Those black figures that had been wildly striking a moment before now turned to ashes in the consuming flames, leaving not even a trace behind.

The sea of fire surged, the orange light reflecting in the eyes of every surviving Beastman.

They stood amidst the fire, amidst the charred bodies and broken bones, gazing at the scene before them, their eyes filled with bewilderment and emptiness.

Gone.

Their tribesmen, the elite warriors among the Beastmen, those brothers, comrades, family who had grown up with them... were just gone like that.

Guhai hovered in the air, his golden Dragon Eyes sweeping over the sea of fire, his lips trembling slightly.

Vilute stood atop an ice pillar, the leaping flames reflecting in his icy blue eyes, his face devoid of expression, but the hands clenched at his sides were already bleeding.

Amond charged out of the black mist, carrying wounds of varying depths on his body, golden blood dripping along his fur.

He looked at the extremely tragic sea of fire before him, at the disfigured corpses of his tribesmen, letting out a howl of extreme madness from his throat.

"Qin Tian--- I’ll kill you!!! I’ll kill you!!!"

His voice roared like a desperate Fierce Beast driven into a corner, echoing shockingly in the valley.

Yet, the response he got was—

"Bang."

A crisp yet muffled explosion.

The head of a Tier Seven Golden Behemoth exploded in response, its burly body stood rigidly in place for less than a breath before crashing down, golden blood splattering over the charred ground.

Following this, a dismissive laugh seemed to echo in the air.

That laugh was so faint, almost swallowed by the wind, yet it pierced clearly into everyone’s ears.

That laugh was like a needle, puncturing the last of Amond’s rationality.

In his pupils, the blood-red color surged, fangs rapidly protruding, his muscles swelling to the brink of tearing, nearly succumbing to Frenzy at this moment.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

At this moment, two voices rang out simultaneously, one deep, the other cold, yet both made the same decision.

Guhai’s voice boomed like muffled thunder, imbued with unquestionable authority; Vilute’s voice was clear as a cold spring, yet equally resolute.

Retreat!

Previously, the Beastmen had gathered together to break out forcefully, as they couldn’t protect all the warriors. To minimize casualties, they needed to unite and break through the encirclement of Stele Demons.

However, following the recent wave of explosions, almost all Beastmen warriors below Tier Six were dead or wounded, leaving only powerhouses above Tier Six.

Tier Six Warriors, whether Beastmen or Human Spiritualists, possess the ability to fly.

Next, they no longer need to be trapped in the black ocean on the ground like before. Instead, they can break through from the air, leaping over San Tuo Mountain.

When making this decision, both Guhai and Vilute felt their hearts bleeding.

This battle had been devastating for them.

Originally, each team comprised thousands of elite Beastman warriors, but now only a scant few dozen remain.

Among them, many Tier Six and Tier Seven powerhouses also perished.

Those fallen warriors were the elites picked through thousands in the tribes, the future hope of each race.

They couldn’t imagine how they would explain this to the tribes upon returning, how to justify to the elders of those tribes.

What was even harder for them to accept was that this time they gathered three Tier Eight Royal Family members and over ten thousand Beastman elites primarily to kill Qin Tian.

In their view, this was supposed to be an easy task.

But what was the result?

Not only did they fail to catch sight of Qin Tian’s shadow, but they were also toyed with and suffered heavy casualties.

To the always high-ranking Tier Eight Royal Family members, this was an immense disgrace.

However, as top powerhouses, they possess extraordinary calmness and decisiveness. Despite feeling humiliated internally, the most important thing now is to ensure the safety of the remaining forces and leave San Tuo Mountain as quickly as possible.

They could not afford any more losses.

"Retreat? I’m not retreating! I want to kill him! I want to kill him!"

Amond’s eyes turned completely blood-red, his fangs rapidly growing, his body swelling, and his golden hair stood erect like steel needles. His aura became chaotic and violent, on the verge of a Frenzy state.

The brutal death of his subordinates and the slaughter of his tribesmen right before him made his nerves completely snap.

He must kill Qin Tian.

He must tear this person to pieces!

"Vilute, make him sober!" Guhai shouted angrily, while his golden Dragon Eye locked onto the surroundings, his senses covering the entire battlefield like a net.

If any spatial fluctuations arose again, he would respond immediately, ensuring no more Beastmen die under that damned bullet.

At the same time, he stayed alert for nearby Tier Eight Stele Demons, preventing those stealthy demons lurking in the darkness from exploiting the chaos.

Without a word, Vilute raised his hand, a terrifying cold current suddenly gushing out, precisely landing on Amond.

That chill pierced through to the bone, like thousands of ice needles penetrating his soul, forcefully cooling down the boiling wrath and killing intent.

Amond’s body suddenly froze, the red blood in his eyes gradually faded, and his swelling muscles slowly contracted.

"If you don’t want your tribesmen to continue dying, take them and leave quickly," Vilute said coldly.

Amond’s claws deeply pierced his own palm, golden blood seeped through his fingers, dripping onto the charred ground.

His whole body trembled slightly, the boiling blood and anger inside him surging, but he also became clear-headed, knowing retreat now was the best choice for himself and the remaining tribesmen.

"Retreat——!!!"

Amond roared with a low, hoarse voice, containing endless unwillingness.

All the Golden Behemoths and remaining tribesmen gathered around him, forming a tight formation.

Simultaneously, Guhai and Vilute also swiftly gathered their tribesmen.

The three residual teams quickly converged, more than a hundred figures rose into the air, hovering above the sea of fire.

The Stele Demons surged from below, black Demonic Qi extending upward like tentacles, attempting to drag these escaping prey back to the ground.

Yet, with a roar from Guhai, golden Dragon Breath swept down, turning the pursuing Stele Demons into ashes.

Vilute’s Ice Silk spread like a web below, slicing any stealthy demons approaching into fragments.

The remaining Stele Demons could only watch helplessly as those figures flew higher and further, eventually disappearing beyond the dim horizon.

The sea of fire continued to surge, orange-red light reflecting off the scorched corpses and shattered bones.

In the distant black mist, a figure stood atop the mountain peak, surrounded by swirling black qi, completely obscuring his appearance and aura, unnoticed even by the Stele Demons several dozen meters away.

"Nearly all the hundreds of thousands of Stele Demons have been slaughtered by you; truly impressive, elite Beastmen."

Qin Tian looked down, a slight curve on the corner of his mouth.

"Next, it’s time for me to reap the benefits."