"What?!" The Minister's face turned ghostly pale at those words. It had been less than ten minutes since Ryan Ling crossed into Niyama, and already—three entire divisions: one wiped out, another's elite tank brigade crushed, and the last one in utter panic!
This was like running into the devil himself!
We've thrown the entire country's strength at him, and we still can't stop a single guy?
"Minister, we need to pull back—this guy doesn't even flinch at nukes!" One of the staff officers was drenched in cold sweat.
"Let those damn black wizards clean up their own mess—don't drag us down with them!" another staff officer yelled, obviously losing it. In just a few minutes, Niyama had taken catastrophic losses.
"Enough!" The Minister shot them a tiger-like glare and roared, "All you're spouting is crap! He's invading Niyama, he's out to wipe our entire country off the map. We're soldiers—do we just run now?"
This Defense Minister clearly still had some patriotism left.
He immediately shouted, "Mobilize all heavy artillery, all cannons—request backup from the U.S. Seventh Fleet! We have to intercept that bastard, even if it costs us the whole army!"
"Understood!" The staff around him didn't hesitate; at this point, Niyama really was at the edge of life and death.
Meanwhile, aside from the three main combat divisions, the second wave of three divisions was also thrown into the fight. These were Niyama's finest troops—while the remaining guards and militia basically had zero combat value.
At that moment, the Defense Ministry's troops surged onto the field, hauling every available anti-aircraft gun to the battlefield!
Boom boom.
With the tank brigade wiped out, countless anti-aircraft guns unleashed a furious barrage toward Ryan Ling!
Niyama was, after all, a small Southeast Asian country. Its military strength couldn't compare to China, or even Japan. At best, its arsenal was stuck in the 1980s—artillery was still their core weapon!
Fire! Keep firing!
At that moment, every division commander in Niyama was at the command post. The sheer number of cannons could flatten a mountain in seconds—and to unleash this on a single person was unheard of in a hundred years.
Even if you went back to WWII—the golden age of martial arts—there were no heavy weapons, no nukes, no top-tier bioweapons. Martial artists could decide a country's fate, but even then, no one had ever swept through a nation single-handedly.
But now, even with thousands of shells raining down, Ryan Ling was untouched. Tens of thousands of shells exploded within a hundred meters of him, blooming like fireworks—a truly jaw-dropping sight.
The nearest artillery batteries—each gun weighing hundreds of tons—were kicked away by him like soccer balls, exploding midair.
Boom.
The soldiers inside were instantly smashed into pulp—the sight was enough to make your heart leap out of your chest. Radar showed his hands hadn't moved at all; everything was done by sheer willpower. It seemed like each breath from him was deadlier than a missile.
This... this is terrifying.
Many soldiers were so scared they dropped their guns and froze, hands and feet trembling.
At this moment, Ryan Ling was like a god in their eyes. Not even God Realm masters could pull off this kind of power. Many soldiers not only dropped their guns—they knelt, some even kowtowing to Ryan in awe.
Of course, they had no idea this was the power of the Nascent Soul Stage. There's a reason Nascent Soul elders are called Old Ancestors—it's not just a title. Their power dwarfs Golden Core by orders of magnitude. And right now, Ryan was barely using a tenth of his strength.
After all, Niyama had tens of millions of souls—Ryan only targeted their armed forces, never innocent civilians. That's why he kept his power in check.
But even so, Ryan's actions had already dealt Niyama a fatal, irreversible blow.
Many were paralyzed with fear—even entire artillery units fell silent. Some soldiers held shells in their hands but didn't dare load them.
Everyone, open fire! Anyone who doesn't—will be court-martialed!
The Defense Minister was now screaming hysterically—clearly driven mad by fear. Niyama had lost more than half of its six elite divisions; these were the pride of the army, and they were about to be wiped out.
And up to now, Ryan Ling had taken less than fifteen minutes!
Even if the U.S. sent its best to invade Niyama, they couldn't do it this fast!
"A bunch of ants." Ryan Ling had no interest in fighting them anymore, seeing Niyama's soldiers wetting themselves in fear.
Suddenly, Ryan Ling leapt into the air, unleashing a storm of blades—each one forged from Nascent Soul power. In an instant, the sky was covered in blades!
"What... what kind of power is that?" Several division commanders instinctively retreated, and the rest of the soldiers dropped their gear and ran—everyone was terrified.
Then came a wild, frenzied roar!
Kill!
That single word echoed out!
Countless blades slashed out—the entire Niyama front was hit like a hurricane. In an instant, not a blade of grass was left, and ranks of soldiers fell like wheat.
And it wasn't just people—every weapon in the area exploded at once. No matter how thick the steel, how tough the armor, everything was reduced to mush.
No survivors!
All weapons destroyed!
This... this...' The Defense Minister near the scene was completely stunned, his eyes vacant, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Ryan Ling's sudden strike wiped out more than twenty thousand soldiers in the blink of an eye!
In the blink of an eye, all six of Niyama's ace divisions were wiped out—none survived!
Every weapon exploded in an instant!
Each ace division commander was instantly beheaded—their heads flew into the air and burst into pulp!
Minister, we have to go—if we stay here, we'll be killed!
The minister was in total shock—the command post's clock had just stopped at twenty.
From landing in Niyama to now, only twenty minutes had passed—yet Ryan Ling had wiped out every Niyama soldier!
He's a devil!' the Defense Minister cried.
But before he finished speaking, a flash of golden light—Ryan Ling appeared before the Defense Minister.
He looked like a ghost, his eyes cold as ice.
Wh-what do you want?
What do you think?
Stop him! Escort the minister out—now!
Idiots!
With a single glance, Ryan Ling sliced every soldier nearby in half!
Quick, call the U.S. Seventh Fleet for reinforcements!' the minister shouted. But before he could press the button, the entire Niyama military HQ was blown to pieces!
Ryan Ling smiled faintly. After obliterating Niyama's military HQ, he didn't spare a glance for the surviving stragglers. In a flash, he shot toward the heart of Niyama.
All around, Niyama's citizens stared in shock—nearly everyone fell to their knees, worshipping him as a god.
Mr. President, all six ace divisions are wiped out—the minister is dead!' In the capital, a fat official collapsed into his chair. Niyama was finished.
The whole war scene was quickly broadcast—every fortress around Niyama was leveled, the army annihilated. Ryan Ling was like a grim reaper, unstoppable, killing all in his path!
He was almost at the capital...