2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

A low humming sound came from deep in the earth, as if there were many giant machines operating at the same time underground.

Everything within sight was shaking, trees were tilting, sparks were erupting from the bases of street lamps, shop windows on both sides of the street and windows on the floors above were shattered, and broken glass was falling like a pouring water.

Ning Yuansi Yufeng stood high in the sky, his heart beating wildly in his chest, his eyes fixed on the center of the earthquake.

In the distant park, the shell of the warehouse in Area C has cracked, and the entire building is slightly arched upward, as if a seed sprouted out of the ground, but the movement was magnified millions of times.

"Looks like he's a big guy..." Ning Yuansi swallowed.

"Qingfeng, don't be in a daze, continue your mission." Wu Shisan's cold voice came from the earphones.

"Ah, yes." Ning Yuansi came back to his senses, controlled the surrounding airflow, and flew diagonally toward a tall building not far away like a fish swimming in the water.

...

Lin Run Warehousing Company, at this time, the ground surface of the entire park has bulged slightly, and it is covered with deep and wide cracks like spider webs. People walking on it will fall into them if they are not careful.

The terrifying crack stopped abruptly when it reached the iron gate, and circled far away with the man in black trench coat standing there as the center. It was as if there was an invisible big hand around the man, pressing down on the ground to keep it flat.

The land was turbulent like sea waves, but it could not shake the small boat under his feet.

"Super large king-level alien species, is it a molten demon, a titan, or..." Yan Yiming didn't finish his words, because the answer had become obvious.

In the center of the park, the entire Warehouse C and the surrounding area have risen like a hill. Red light flows from the cracks in the towering surface, exuding an extremely hot atmosphere.

"Roar..." A low humming sound came from the ground, like the sigh of an unknown ancient giant, which was breathtaking.

Yan Yiming's figure rose slowly, and the moment his feet left the ground, the last complete circular area was swallowed up by the crack.

With his hands behind his back expressionlessly, he rose straight up to an altitude of nearly a hundred meters. The hem of his black windbreaker did not tremble at all, as if the surrounding space had completely stopped.

Looking down, the rocks and soil have begun to slide down from the "hill", and the huge warehouse is leaning on it, like a hat that doesn't fit well.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, a huge black pillar that was several times thicker than a heavy truck suddenly protruded from the ground. It turned out to be a huge arm with six fingers spread out and pressed against the ground, as if it was exerting force to think. To prop up the body underneath.

With just this movement, countless flaming stones were thrown high, dragging long flame tails and hitting the streets and buildings.

If the Special Branch had not discovered in advance that there was a king-level alien species here, and if the city had not entered the first-level alert state, the number of civilian casualties in this wave alone would probably have been in the hundreds.

"Bang!" Another thick arm like a giant tower stretched out and pressed heavily on the ground. The giant thing hidden underground finally revealed part of its face.

Two huge curved goat horns popped out of the ground, followed by a pair of dark red eyes. The mountain-like shoulders, neck, chest and abdomen are covered with dark rock armor, like a demon crawling out of hell.

King-level alien species, Lord of Molten Demons.

At this time, the two arms under its armpits had been pulled out halfway, revealing a red color that was different from most of its body. The rock formations around it were burned red and almost turned into liquid.

Yan Yiming stood high in the sky, overlooking the huge monster that could tremble the souls of ordinary people. His eyes were deep and calm: "Let's get started."

He stretched out his right hand, palm facing down, and pressed it down slightly.

The world seemed to be quiet for a moment.

The gravel and soil flying all over the sky returned to the ground in the blink of an eye, and the boiling and rolling magma was as calm as a windless lake. Melting Demon, who had already stretched out half of his body, seemed to have his shoulders firmly pressed by a pair of big hands, and could no longer move at all.

The two black tower-like arms were firmly supported on the ground, and the six-fingered giant palms had completely sunk into the ground.

"Roar!!" Lord Molten raised his head and let out an angry roar. The wind brought by the sound wave tore off the flag of the elementary school's flag-raising platform two blocks away, fluttering and rolling in the air.

The hem of Yan Yiming's windbreaker squeaked, but his figure did not move at all, except that his right hand pressed down slightly.

The huge black tower tilted, and the Molten Lord's high head hung down.

Its entire upper body slowly leaned forward until it was close to the ground, its forehead touched the ground, and its two goat-like horns seemed to be worshiping the man standing in mid-air.

...

Hundreds of meters away, on the roof of a residential building, a young man squatted on the railing. It was obvious that if he moved even half a step forward, he would be in the abyss, but his face was full of excitement and excitement.

"Damn, he's so handsome." He clasped his fingers twice and stood up straight: "I can't let my chain slip."

This young man was also wearing a black combat uniform, with a strand of curly black hair on his forehead that was slightly fluttering in the wind, making him look particularly coquettish.

Without seeing any movement from him, a huge red energy ring suddenly appeared out of thin air, slowly floating up and down around his body.

"It's been a long time since I've done it with such full force." The man licked his lips, and his eyes showed a little bit of impulse and desire.

After the words fell, a second energy ring appeared, slightly larger than the first one, with a diameter of at least five meters.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth...

More and more red rings appeared around the man's body, and the trembling frequency and fluctuation range of these haloes were also getting larger and larger.

If you look at it from a distance at night, it looks like there is a huge KTV light ball installed on the roof of this building.

Finally, when the number of red energy rings reached the seventeenth, the man seemed unable to hold on any longer. His body was slightly bent and his face became bloodless.

"One more...one more..." He gritted his teeth, and the fine drops of sweat on his forehead gathered into streams and were then blown away by the wind.

The eighteenth red ring slowly appeared, obviously larger than the previous seventeen.

The man's eyes were fixed on the molten demon lying on the ground a hundred meters away. He slowly raised his finger and said in a harsh voice: "Go."

The voice was very soft, almost undetectable, but the red aura surrounding him shot out at the same moment.

After doing all this, his body swayed and his legs became weak, as if he would fall forward at any time and fall from a 100-meter-high building.

"Hey, that's scary..." The man hurriedly pushed his crotch, and at the same time leaned his upper body back hard, and then he almost fell to the rooftop.

However, the next moment he got up from the ground, holding the railing with both hands and placing his chin on it, eagerly watching the eighteen crimson halos flying into the distance.

.......

Yan Yiming felt something in his heart and tilted his head slightly. He saw a series of red rings with long tails of light in the distance, flying crookedly from the west.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally drifted back a little.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The next moment, eighteen red haloes all bombarded the prone Demon Molten Lord. The explosions were so dense that the eighteen loud bangs almost became one lengthy sound.