Ride the Wind with Sword Control

By the coast, a hundred-meter Star Gate shimmered with flowing light.
Beyond the Star Gate, an army forged of steel stretched as far as the eye could see.
Above the Sky Dome, squadrons of fighter jets streaked across, weaving an iron curtain.
In the distant ocean, scores of aircraft carriers, destroyers, and frigates dotted the seascape, ready for action.
All cannons were aimed at the figure who emerged from the Star Gate.
"In the name of the Federation Command Center, I order you to stand down, or what awaits you is total war," said the voice.
"War?"

Gu Jinlai took a step forward, and his form swelled against the wind, in an instant growing from less than two meters tall to a colossal Chaos Demon God thousands of kilometers high, emitting the brilliance of a white dwarf star from his being, his own gravity causing thunder and lightning, as well as tsunamis and tides within a thousand-mile radius.
He looked down...
At the war weapons that seemed like toys.
He reached out, and a hydrogen bomb fell into his hand.

Within him, the electron-degenerate star core released Helium, Helium elements expanded, and the terrifying high temperature instantly caused Deuterium and Tritium, Hydrogen's isotopes, to fuse, the energy bursting forth, forming a blazing white brilliance on the ocean's surface that was like igniting a sun.
Before this sun's energy could be released, he clapped his hands together, and the dazzling white, mixed with heat in the billions of degrees, was compressed and sealed within his palms, not a fragment escaping.

"I think, you should choose peace." he suggested.

Nuclear-powered Sword Immortal

Birds of prey inherently aren't adept at close combat.


Just like how the top predator among flying creatures, the Condor, would be killed with a single strike if it engaged in head-to-head battle with a top predator from the ground like a tiger.


Devils transformed into birds of prey are no exception.


Among flying creatures, an Upper-level Demon, when it comes to direct combat, isn't even as good as a Middle Level Demon on the ground. Under these circumstances, under fire from the 85mm cannon shooting armor-piercing bullets, no flying Great Demon can withstand it.


Dozens of Great Demon Level birds of prey merely add a burst of blood mist to the Void.


The cannon roared and flames jetted for a moment.


Carrying fresh crimson blood, with remarkable military achievements, the three Mystic Bird Fighting Machines didn't hesitate at all, rushing toward the even larger group of birds of prey devils.


Chapter 252 Fierce Battle