My Talent Panel Can Add Points-Chapter 130 - 112: The Tyrant Descends!! (Part 2)

"Boom!!"

The blood spear crashed down violently onto a blood axe, the terrifying shockwave erupted with a thunderous roar that echoed across the battlefield, shocking numerous advanced beastmen.

Akash Dale was half-kneeling on the ground, his hands gripping the giant axe were in agony at that moment, he felt as if his arms might break at any moment, the War Tyrant’s power was more terrifying than he had imagined.

More beastman heroes charged forward, their varied attacks landing on the War Tyrant, but they could only leave shallow wounds, failing to inflict any effective damage. Facing a terrifying giant over ten meters tall, the heroes of the Blood Axe Tribe gradually fell into despair.

They couldn’t break through!

They simply couldn’t!

But the War Tyrant disregarded all that, focusing on the most efficient attacks to kill the enemy. Each of his steps was like an ancient giant god beating a war drum, emitting a rumbling echo that shook the ground violently, as if a minor earthquake was occurring.

Many ordinary Blood Axe warriors nearby fled in disorder, and some beastman warriors found their internal organs ruptured, vomiting blood as they fell to the ground.

It’s important to know that beastmen are one of the most mindless, war-loving races. If beastmen start to feel terror and subconsciously want to flee, it truly means victory is impossible.

"Quick! Stop him!"

Akash Dale roared in anger. He couldn’t imagine what horrors the War Tyrant would inflict on the battlefield if these heroes couldn’t stop him.

Several beastman heroes simultaneously launched attacks, continuously harassing the War Tyrant to prevent him from turning on the other beastmen.

And this, was what Ye Mingqiu wanted.

The terrifying Tyrant laughed, seizing a flaw with precision, the blood spear violently struck a beastman berserker hero, slamming him hard to the ground. Ignoring other heroes’ attacks, the Tyrant mercilessly hammered the fallen hero with the blood spear.

"No!"

"Maslow!"

With despairing cries, the terrifying blasts echoed repeatedly. Even the golden shield from a priest hero was shattered within just two strikes, and the berserker hero called Maslow by his companions was crushed into pulp by the blood spear, becoming part of the Sunset Plain.

"Seven more left."

The War Tyrant turned, revealing a terrifying, ghastly grin. He eyed the deepening Blood Feud mark on the Beastman Giant Hero Hatisir’s head, his murderous intent growing stronger.

"Furious Pursuit"

He started to run! The ten-meter-tall War Tyrant’s mere running was enough to shake the battlefield, his speed increasing constantly, charging like a high-speed train towards the Beastman Giant Hero.

Finally, the blood spear descended from the sky! It pierced through the desperately fleeing Beastman Giant Hero! He couldn’t even outrun the War Tyrant!

The continuous deaths of the beastman heroes enraged the remaining ones, who howled and launched their desperate powerful attacks.

The Sword Saint’s Gale Step assaulted, suddenly unleashing slashes several times more intense than before, leaving a scar over four meters long on the War Tyrant with a single strike, terrifying blood raining down.

The beastman priest unleashed a ghostly green curse, only for it to be devoured by the Eye of Omaragon. Not only that, the Eye of Omaragon also returned a death sentence to the priest.

The beastman priest did not have Ye Mingqiu’s incredible resistance to effects, and upon facing the death sentence, he seemed to see something terrifying, his eyes filling with incomprehensible fear. He dropped the bone staff he cherished dearly, made strange sounds, and finally died in convulsions.

The tauren hero roared in fury, unleashing a powerful shockwave that immediately blasted a layer of the War Tyrant’s skin away, almost shredding even the muscle fibers beneath.

After the move ended, the tauren realized the crimson giant eye had locked onto him, and a particularly ominous feeling arose suddenly.

"Boom!!"

The giant hand descended instantly, pinning the tauren to the ground with great force, bringing him into intimate contact with the corpses of dead beastman warriors and a deeper layer of earth.

Finally, the War Tyrant hurled the tauren, throwing him dozens of meters away.

The reason was simple. The old bull was a bit tough, hard to kill quickly, better to eliminate the other beastman heroes first before dealing with him.

The War Tyrant’s giant eye swept across the battlefield, the beastman Sword Saint had already distanced himself, while the Blood Axe Chief assumed a charging stance, emitting increasingly powerful fluctuations of Blood Qi, and the blood-colored spell on the giant axe began to manifest.

"Heaven-Opening Slash!"

The Blood Axe swung, Ye Mingqiu countered with a Venerable Ping A.

"Boom!!!"

An incredibly terrifying energy fluctuation erupted again, the War Tyrant’s blood spear was blasted away, the scarlet slashing landed instantly on his gigantic body, scattering red blood across the sky.

A deep, bone-revealing scar extended from the War Tyrant’s left shoulder to the right waist, copious blood flowing out, and internal organs oozing from the wound, allowing the beastman heroes and Akash Dale to finally see a glimmer of victory.

The next moment, the blood spear moved

The blood spear connected to the War Tyrant’s arm suddenly pulsated, scarlet energy traveling through the crystal patterns connected to the Tyrant into his body. In seconds, the former deep bone-revealing wound had vanished completely.

Akash Dale was stunned, and the other beastman heroes grew more desperate, but the War Tyrant gave them no chance, continuing to wield the blood spear, killing another beastman hero.

"Awoo!!"

A terrifying howl rang out, as a massive Blood Fang Mammoth suddenly charged into the battlefield, its rider’s eyes wide, shouting, "For the Blood Axe Tribe! Kill!!"

"Boom!!"

The terrifying impact of the Blood Fang Mammoth’s high-speed charge left the War Tyrant staggering, almost causing him to fall, with a muffled grunt escaping his lips.

But that was all.

The War Tyrant swung angrily, delivering a powerful slap to the Blood Fang Mammoth’s head.

"Bang!!"

A thundering, almost deafening impact sounded, the mammoth’s head clad in thick bone armor burst like an overripe watermelon. Red and white mixed with bone armor fragments flying everywhere, the headless giant beast’s body crashed to the ground, crushing the mammoth’s rider beneath it.

He looked again, finding the fearless Blood Axe Tribe beastman warriors surrounding him once more, their terror replaced by determination; they were true warriors.

And facing true warriors, granting them the glory of a death transcending life was the best course of action.

"Bestow upon you, a noble death."

Ye Mingqiu swung the blood spear with his right hand, the twelve-meter-long blood spear unleashing terrifying might.

Like a scythe sweeping a wheat field, wherever the blood spear passed, whether heavily-armored beastman warriors, shield walls trying to form resistance, or panicked deserters, all were cleaved in half!

The scattered limbs, shattered weapons and armor, torn flesh all dispersed like fireworks, the ground plowed into a terrifying trench of blood and earth mixed, several feet deep, and blood stained the ground for tens of meters around.

"Stop him! Use the totem skills!"

On the palisade, shamans shouted in despair, trying with all their might to channel power into a massive totem pole, its patterns gradually lighting up and unleashing their might.

Immediately, a miserable green "ray" as thick as a barrel, surrounded by countless wailing spirits, drilled into the War Tyrant’s massive chest like a poisonous dragon.

The next moment, the Eye of Omaragon once again devoured the curse directed at it, simultaneously returning instant death judgments to the distant shamans.

"Thud!"

One shaman fell dead, his twisted body filled with despair, shortly followed by the fall of the shamans beside him, expressions of twisted terror as if they had seen some harrowing existence.