As the voice suddenly rang out ahead of the caravan, all two hundred people on the scene turned their heads toward where the sound had come from.
They immediately spotted a swordsman draped in a black cloak with two sharp blades hanging at his waist, his face completely hidden from view, rushing toward them from the distance at breakneck speed. His velocity was like a wild gale — even a Tier 3 assassin whose specialty lay in speed would have been hard-pressed to match him.
"So fast!"
Ning Feng, a female Tier 3 swordsman, stared at the approaching figure with a flicker of surprise on her face. She hadn't expected that there would be other expert players out here in this wasteland.
But before anyone could fully process what they were seeing, the figure had already arrived directly in front of the Holy Sculpture Destroyer, a massive creature standing five or six meters tall.
The Holy Sculpture Destroyer saw Shi Feng before it and, without a word, raised the arm gripping its greatsword and swung down at him with ruthless force.
Three streaks of sword light materialized the instant the blade descended, lashing toward Shi Feng from three different directions. The space wherever the blade light passed was torn clean apart.
"Watch out! You absolutely cannot take this head-on!" Ning Feng cried out in alarm as she watched the descending sword light, hurriedly shouting a warning.
The Holy Sculpture Destroyer only appeared to be a high-level Great Lord on the surface, but the power of its magical skills reached the level of a Tier 4 Legendary. Moreover, its onslaught came in relentless waves — the moment a player showed an opening, the Holy Sculpture Destroyer would unleash its most devastating strike to exploit that weakness.
Its strongest attack was something even the top-tier Tier 3 experts in the Divine Realm would find extremely difficult to dodge. If the Holy Sculpture Destroyer managed to land that attack on a player's opening, even a peak Tier 3 main tank would be instantly killed…
Yet Shi Feng, facing this very technique, showed not the slightest intention of dodging. Instead, he drew the pitch-black longsword from his waist and charged straight in to meet it head-on.
"Didn't he hear Vice Commander Ning Feng's warning?"
Not far away, a Tier 3 Shield Warrior who was fending off another Holy Sculpture Destroyer watched in shock as Shi Feng prepared to take the blow directly.
The other Tier 3 experts standing nearby couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.
Facing this strike from the Holy Sculpture Destroyer, even their strongest commander wouldn't dare clash with it directly — he would choose to dodge first and counter afterward. A direct confrontation that exposed an opening would be something not even two or three healers could recover from.
And though everyone present wanted to help Shi Feng, the Holy Sculpture Destroyer's attack was far too fast. There was simply no time for them to intervene.
"Damn it!" Vice Commander Ning Feng gritted her silver teeth as she watched the scene unfold.
A Tier 3 expert had finally shown up. He might not be able to change the overall situation, but he was still a significant source of combat power — perhaps enough to help them hold on until the commander and the others arrived.
But now…
Boom!
The deafening ring of metal clashing echoed through the air, and a terrifying shockwave rippled outward, kicking up a violent storm that nearly knocked Ning Feng and the others off their feet.
In the next second, just as everyone expected a figure to come flying out of the swirling storm, the spot where the weapons had collided was strangely silent — not another sound emerged.
As the thick clouds of sand and dust gradually settled, they saw Shi Feng standing right there in perfect stillness. His silver greatsword and pitch-black longsword were locked together in midair. Shi Feng was not only completely unscathed — he hadn't even shifted a single step from where he stood.
"He blocked it! How is that possible?!"
Every person on the scene stared at Shi Feng, who stood there without a scratch and without yielding an inch, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.
The power behind the Holy Sculpture Destroyer's strike was genuine Tier 4 might — strong enough to easily knock a Tier 3 main tank back several steps.
Yet Shi Feng hadn't retreated at all. The greatsword in the Holy Sculpture Destroyer's hand was frozen in midair, unable to advance a hair's breadth further, as though it had struck a wall of divine iron.