Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

In an instant, the firepower on the battlefield seemed to be forcibly redirected by an invisible hand.

Even with blood streaming from their mouths and noses and their spiritual power nearly exhausted, the surviving sorcerers and Taoist priests forcibly activated their last bit of magic power, unleashing bolts of lightning, fire talismans, and fireballs—though perhaps no longer as powerful as before, but still imbued with their full will—like dense raindrops, bombarding the screaming monster chicken.

The soldiers roared and hurled their weapons—whether broken swords or heavy battle axes—with all their might, aiming for Thursday as well.

These attacks may not have been fatal, but they did manage to create bursts of light and energy ripples on its body, like countless pebbles thrown into a lake, briefly disrupting its movements and forcing it to emit even angrier and sharper hisses as it struggled to cope with the sudden barrage of fire.

At the same time, the ground trembled violently, and the Crimson Moon Demon went completely berserk. Its massive, rotting flesh writhed wildly, as if countless venomous fangs were poised to strike from the ground.

The next second, on the dark red ground, hundreds and thousands of thick, ferocious, and gleaming with a greasy, eerie light, bone spikes suddenly and densely grew upwards like a forest, splintering together!

They no longer had a fixed target, but instead formed a forest of despair and death, frantically chasing and blocking every possible direction Xu Hao might move in. The sharp sounds of air being torn apart seemed to rip this space apart completely.

The appearance of each spike seemed reckless, as if it were trying to exhaust all the demon's power just to pin Xu Hao to death on the spot!

However, amidst the chaos of this relentless attack and the selfless cover-ups, a fleeting opening appeared.

An old warrior roared and smashed through three spikes that were attacking Xu Hao's flank with his body. His War God Armor shattered instantly, and he himself was thrown back by the huge impact, coughing up blood. His fate was unknown. On the other side, the berserk skeleton abandoned all defenses, letting Thursday's claws leave deep scratches on his sternum, but he used his greatsword and body to block Thursday's path of attack.

These fleeting moments, bought with lives and almost negligible in their briefness, were keenly captured by Xu Hao!

His eyes reflected the resolute figures of his comrades and the splattering blood, his ears were filled with deafening roars and the cries of the dying, and his heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

We cannot waste it! We cannot let it go to waste!

The thought was etched into his mind like a brand. In a flash, Xu Hao didn't even have time to think, and his left hand subconsciously gripped the teleportation ring that he always wore close to his body and that was always full of energy.

A slightly cool sensation came over him, and he frantically poured the little spiritual energy he had left into it!

The ancient runes on the ring suddenly lit up, emitting a faint yet clear hum. Space seemed to distort slightly around Xu Hao, and a barely perceptible silver-white light flashed by.

The next moment, Xu Hao's figure disappeared from his original spot, ignoring the earth spikes that were about to close and Thursday's angry attack, and appeared directly on the huge altar that emitted a faint red light and was made of countless twisted bones.

A cold, slightly sticky sensation came from beneath my feet, and all around me was an intense, lingering stench of blood and resentment.

This precious teleportation opportunity bought him crucial time and distance.

He arrived successfully!

The ground beneath his feet felt cold and sticky, as if he were stepping on a mixture of congealed blood and countless broken bones. The pungent, nauseating smell of blood and resentment assaulted his senses, almost suffocating him.

The brief dizziness from the teleportation had not completely dissipated when Xu Hao staggered before managing to regain his balance.

He didn't even have time to see the altar clearly, nor did he care about the strange chicken's furious screech behind him, or the indistinct shouts of his comrades in the distance.

Time, there's no time left!

Adrenaline surged through the blood vessels, suppressing the body's fatigue and pain.

Xu Hao's hands moved almost instinctively, quickly reaching into his storage compartment and groping around until they touched several cold, hard objects.

He pulled out five or six fist-sized, jet-black, matte-surfaced metal spheres without any extra patterns, which appeared in his palm. These spheres felt heavy in his hand, with a strange sense of density.

His arm muscles trembled slightly from exertion, but his eyes were sharp as knives.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his wrist and, using a precise throwing technique, flung the black spheres at extremely high speeds towards different locations on the altar.

I'm a Taoist priest, so I'm quite skilled at throwing things!

The sphere drew several clean black lines in the air, and with a few muffled "plop," "plop," "plop" sounds, it seemed to have a life of its own and firmly adhered to the twisted and protruding skeletal structures of the altar. Some were embedded in the gaps between the huge ribs, while others were stuck to the ridges that resembled the spine, as if they had grown on them.

The instant his finger left the last sphere, a torrent of familiar memories surged through Xu Hao's brain like an electric current.

Before he set off, the Director-General's solemn voice rang in his ears:

"Xu Hao, this mission is dangerous. The real big stuff, like nuclear bombs, is too big a commotion and involves too many people, so I can't give you too much!"

After all, those in higher positions are also under a lot of pressure, and they have to consider the impact...

The bureau chief paused, then handed over a small but exceptionally sturdy box.

"Here, take this little thing."

This thing is called a full nitrogen anion salt. It is the latest research result of our scientists. It is still very unstable, but its power is definitely strong!

It's certainly not comparable to a nuclear bomb, but it's not far off; the explosive power is roughly equivalent to a hundred times that of the same mass of TNT. Be careful when using it.

As fragments of memory receded like the tide, Xu Hao's gaze refocused on the black spheres that were now firmly fixed to the altar.

They sat there quietly, like inconspicuous decorations. He took a deep breath, suppressing his unease.

Faced with this advanced civilization's creation, brimming with bizarre power, how far can humanity's most cutting-edge technological achievements go?

Is it overwhelming, or... just a simple gua sha treatment?

He didn't know, but he had no choice but to take this gamble.

On Thursday, the pair of blood-red eyes were fixed on Xu Hao on the altar, as well as the black spheres that had just been placed there, exuding an ominous aura.

An intense, primal sense of danger, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around its mind. A piercing shriek escaped from deep within its throat, no longer the angry hiss of before, but a madness mixed with terror and a desire to destroy everything.

The whistling sound was so sharp it seemed to pierce eardrums, and even the surging energy around it seemed to pause.