American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The mountain bandit's attack was powerful and fierce. Although the horse bandits were aggressive, there were fewer than ten of them, and one was taken out immediately. The remaining bandits were shocked and instinctively charged forward.

"Good!" the mountain bandit exclaimed excitedly, wielding his ghost-head broadsword, engaging in foot combat against cavalry.

Ordinarily, cavalry has a significant advantage over infantry. Once the horses charge, intercepting them with mere strength is nearly impossible.

However, the mountain bandit had transcended human limitations. His soul had evolved into that of a Death God, and A'Liang's creation ability perfectly solved the awkward situation of not being able to retrieve items from his small universe.

Qi Shan only needed to understand the basic composition of the latest generation of remains, decompose them into segments, and have A'Liang create a large number of basic units. Then, using his immense spiritual pressure, he could aggregate them in a specific manner.

This allowed him to perfectly create remains.

The one the mountain bandit was currently wearing had already surpassed the initial version.

Explosive power, endurance, nerves, reflexes, and speed had all been adjusted to the maximum, infinitely approaching the level of a Death God's soul. He could even emanate spiritual pressure from within his body.

Even if he stood still and was directly hit by cavalry, the mountain bandit would not suffer any damage.

The difference between the two sides was too great. Coupled with the sharpness of the ghost-head broadsword and the family's level of spiritual pressure, even if the horse bandits had some minor spells, they couldn't compete.

The horse bandits were fearless because they had unique confidence. The female leader's spells could make them immune to harm and even transcend the boundaries of life and death.

Since they had no worries, they naturally fought more boldly. In the mountain bandit's eyes, this meant they had countless flaws.

Therefore, with a single "Night Battle Eight Direction Hidden Blade" technique from his ghost-head broadsword, the surrounded horse bandits instantly froze, followed by both man and horse being horizontally split in two.

The horse's head was severed directly, and the horse bandits were instantly cut in half at the waist. The immense pain nearly shattered their sanity, and cries of agony erupted.

The female leader was enraged and roared madly. She flew to her companions' sides and spat out a large number of maggots from her mouth.

She forcefully pieced together the upper and lower halves of her companions, trying to restore their injuries. However, her previously effective healing methods were useless in the face of such injuries.

Fresh blood spurted out, instantly staining the ground red. The horse bandits had not completely lost consciousness and were screaming madly from the intense pain and the feeling of their internal organs spilling out. Some were even dragging their severed intestines and crawling around on the ground. The scene was extremely terrifying.

The mountain bandit laughed heartily.

He was originally an aggregation of bloodthirsty individuals. Although he had undergone Qi Shan's transformation, the bloodlust and madness engraved deep in his soul made him irritable, volatile, and restless.

Although he had fought in the inn earlier, he inevitably held back when facing ordinary humans, afraid that a single strike would make the scene unpleasant.

He didn't need to worry about these horse bandits. This enjoyable slaughter gave him a feeling of uninhibited exhilaration.

The female leader tried several methods in succession, constantly taking out various strange insects from her body, trying to repair her companions' injuries, but without exception, all failed.

She roared in fury, suddenly raising her head, her eyes revealing a deep-seated hatred.

"Wah!" the female leader shouted loudly. The insects seemed to have received some command, and like a hornet's nest being poked, they instantly took flight, swarming towards the mountain bandit.

The mountain bandit slashed with his blade, but just as the blade made contact with the insects, they suddenly exploded, nearly blowing his ghost-head broadsword away.

Despite their strange appearance and small size, these insects, after being catalyzed by magic, had become small tracking bombs, with considerable power. Ordinary people would be blown to pieces upon contact.

Qi Shan raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of interest appearing in his eyes.

This was quite interesting. A small insect could unleash the power of a hand grenade. Could it contain glycerol esters, nitrous acid, or something similar?

Having suffered a hidden loss, the mountain bandit immediately knew that these insects were not to be trifled with. He quickly took a step back, wielding his ghost-head broadsword like a windmill.

Spiritual pressure permeated outward, appearing as a faint blue color on the ghost-head broadsword. As he swung it, it directly formed a light blue shield, firmly blocking the insects behind it.

The insects, fearless of death, continuously crashed into the shield, exploding without hesitation upon contact.

The mountain bandit enjoyed the close combat where every strike drew blood, but he was very annoyed by such ranged attacks. He held his ground firmly, and the continuous explosive impacts caused his body to slide back, even plowing two long grooves in the ground.

He found it awkward, but the female leader was even more furious.

She had already used her ultimate move. In the past, this move would have caused the managed armies or militia to cry and howl, scattering in all directions.

How could this person in front of her be so difficult to deal with!

Enraged, she suddenly soared into the air, descending like a vengeful ghost, drawing a black-scaled long whip from her waist. With a sharp crack, she directly lashed downwards from above.

The whip specialized in breaking shields. No matter what defense you had, as long as you couldn't protect your entire body, the whip would tear your skin apart.

The mountain bandit, having experienced countless battles, naturally knew this principle. Seeing the female leader's sneak attack and being surrounded by insects, he couldn't stop defending even for a moment.

If he changed the direction of his defense, the insects would rampage in the next second, charging up madly and instantly blasting him into a disoriented mess.

Fortunately, the mountain bandit was no pushover. After realizing the situation was unfavorable, he no longer stubbornly used his weapon.

He quickly pointed his empty left palm towards the female leader and shouted loudly: "Hado #33, Sokatsui!"

A beam of red light flashed, and the female leader, caught off guard, was hit directly. The flames exploded with a roar, and the whip naturally couldn't lash down.

Taking this opportunity, the mountain bandit stomped his feet, shattering the ground inch by inch. Immense power erupted, and with his ghost-head broadsword leading the way amidst a series of explosions, he forced a path through.

Activating his agility to the extreme, his speed increased to the limit. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the smoke.

Just then, the female leader was pushed out by the huge impact force.

The mountain bandit's eyes flashed, and he appeared directly in her blind spot. Gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands, he enveloped the ghost-head broadsword in spiritual pressure and slashed upwards fiercely. The female leader, caught off guard, had half her body, including her head, diagonally severed.

With a desperate scream, the battlefield fell silent.