High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 306 The Ultimate Secret Technique is Completed! Qin Feng's Fierce Infamy is Invoked, and He is Subject to the Kill Order of All Races!
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The giant claw collided with the tiny figure, and Qin Feng was blasted away like a meteor, his body twisting and deforming in mid-air, his bones breaking into pieces.

However, before the golden-armored behemoth could launch a pursuit, his body was instantly restored to its original state by the unreasonable and terrifying regenerative power of the [Primal Singularity].

Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times...

What followed turned into an unbelievable beating.

Each attack from the golden-armored behemoth was powerful enough to destroy everything, while Qin Feng was blasted away time and time again, only to instantly recover each time.

The golden-armored behemoth grew increasingly terrified as it fought; it had never encountered such a bizarre enemy.

The opponent's body was like a bottomless pit; no matter how much psionic energy—enough to destroy a galaxy—he poured out, he could not cause it any permanent damage.

It seemed to be facing a monster that could never be killed.

As time went on, the golden-armored behemoth's immense spiritual energy and mental power were rapidly depleted, even its claw-swinging speed began to slow down, and its aura showed a clear decline.

The tiny figure that had been relentlessly bombarded for so long remained calm and composed, seemingly unharmed.

The opportunity has come.

The moment the golden-armored behemoth's attack missed once again, Qin Feng launched a counterattack.

Instead of resisting head-on, he activated the [Black Sky Wings], transforming them into a black line that moved at high speed around the giant beast.

He abandoned his sweeping attacks and instead focused the power of his [Inch of Light] on the tip of the Star Devouring Spear. With each flash, it left a deep, bone-revealing wound on the giant beast's thick golden armor.

These wounds are not fatal, but they accumulate over time.

At the same time, Qin Feng would also attack his soul, with his pure black spiritual power constantly corroding the giant beast's spiritual power.

The accumulated damage, the depletion of psionic energy, and the immense mental pressure finally crushed this once-invincible cosmic behemoth.

With a mournful cry of despair, the massive body of the golden-armored beast crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Qin Feng slowly walked to the dying giant beast. In its eyes, filled with resentment and fear, he calmly reached out his hand, and a complex [Slave Seal Secret Technique] rune slowly condensed and finally disappeared into the giant beast's brow.

"Your flesh and genes are very useful for my research."

He calmly stated the facts.

……

Five hundred years of hunting and experimentation have brought Qin Feng's fearsome reputation to its peak on the outer island of Death Island.

Nowadays, ordinary domain lords no longer dare to go out alone. They must travel in groups for any action. In fact, if a small team does not have a peak domain lord in charge, they will not feel safe at all.

On this day, Qin Feng sensed two powerful yet subtle auras in a canyon shrouded in eternal shadow.

They are from the Shadow Clan, and two of them are at the peak of the Domain Lord level.

The Shadow Clan are natural assassins and stealth operators, and they thrive in an environment like the Isle of Death, where mental detection is limited.

Qin Feng was very interested in their unique stealth methods and spatial teleportation abilities, and was preparing to use them as his new experimental subjects.

However, a strange scene happened.

Just as Qin Feng had concealed his aura and was about to approach, the two auras that had been well hidden suddenly bristled like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

They had no intention of fighting, nor even the slightest courage to test the waters.

The moment they sensed Qin Feng's intention, the Shadow Clan experts activated their racial talents without hesitation.

Their bodies transformed into two uncatchable shadows, instantly merging into the shadows of the canyon in a way that defied the laws of space, their presence completely vanishing as they disappeared into the distance.

Qin Feng stopped and hovered above the canyon, a hint of surprise and a barely perceptible trace of regret flashing in his eyes.

He tried to give chase, but the Shadow Clan's talent for escaping was indeed exceptional under the special rules of the Isle of Death and Fall. With their focus on escaping, even he found it difficult to catch up in a short time.

"Has my reputation grown that much?"

Qin Feng smiled.

It seems that the infamy of "Qin" has reached a whole new peak.

His name has officially changed from "a powerful enemy to be wary of" to "an invincible mobile natural disaster".

Even a powerful peak expert like the Shadow Clan, renowned for assassination and stealth, fled the moment he was detected.

Left with no other choice, Qin Feng had to leave first.

……

Another thousand years have quietly passed.

For the past thousand years, Qin Feng has spent his time constantly hunting and researching.

To the vast universe, a thousand years is but a fleeting moment, a mere insignificant flicker of starlight in a vacuum.

In the core of a dead star that has long since extinguished all light and heat, time is given ultimate meaning in a completely different way.

This is Qin Feng's final laboratory.

Gravity is distorted here, and the remaining stellar energy forms a devastating storm in the outside world, enough to tear apart any peak domain lord who dares to approach.

This is the most advanced natural barrier in the universe, preventing any possibility of prying into its depths.

Inside the laboratory, however, there was a chilling stillness that contrasted sharply with the violent exterior.

At the core of the space, suspended, was the last experimental subject—that once majestic golden-armored behemoth whose physical body was capable of shattering stars.

A thousand years have long since worn away all its glory and pride.

Its massive body had withered, and its once golden scales, which shone with divine radiance, had become dull and lifeless, like rusty scrap iron.

Its life force was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, as if it would be extinguished completely at any moment.

Its massive and withered body was covered with countless, incredibly profound array patterns.

These patterns are not simple imprints, but rather they are deeply integrated with its flesh, bones, and even every cell in an incredible way.

Some of the patterns have completely faded, representing the utter failure of a certain technical approach; while others still shimmer with a faint light, representing the theoretical foundation that has been proven feasible after countless trials and errors.

Its very existence is a living martial arts canon, filled with bloodshed and suffering.

Surrounding this experimental subject are hundreds of millions of jade slips composed of high-density energy.

They are not piled up haphazardly, but rather, under the constraint of an invisible force field, they are categorized and constructed into a vast galaxy of data.

Each jade slip records detailed data, lessons learned, and successes of countless experiments Qin Feng conducted on seventy or eighty experimental subjects from different powerful races over the past 1,500 years.

Analysis of the Crystal Clan's energy-based physical structure, deconstruction of the Shadow Clan's void-traversing talent, gene leap model of the Starry Sky Beast, simulation of the Mechanical Clan's energy circuit... This place is the graveyard of the flesh and souls of all races' powerful beings, and also the cornerstone of an unprecedented path leading to the limits of martial arts.

Qin Feng stood quietly in the center of this data galaxy.

He was dressed in black, his face was calm, and his pure black eyes no longer had the sharpness and killing intent of the past. Instead, they had a profound and clear quality, as if he had seen through the origin and broken through the fog.

His gaze fell on the golden-armored behemoth whose life was nearing its end.

This experimental subject, which embodies his millennia of painstaking effort, has just provided the final set of crucial data, completing the last insignificant piece of the puzzle in his entire theoretical system.

In an instant, millennia of accumulation, countless deductions, and numerous failures and successes seemed to transform into a lightning bolt that pierced through time and space, exploding with a deafening roar in his vast, universe-like sea of ​​consciousness.

All the fragmented pieces of knowledge were completely melted down and connected at this moment.

An unprecedented and magnificent path of martial arts was clearly presented in his will.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to mutter to himself in a tone almost like Daoming's.

This is both a summary of the past and a declaration of one's future.

"The Road to the Limits..."

His voice echoed in the silent core of the star, each word seemingly containing some supreme law.

"At its core, it is not simply the accumulation of power, nor the improvement of realm, but rather... transforming oneself into the ultimate vessel of 'Tao,' breaking free from the shackles of the laws of the universe, and gaining the ability to evolve eternally and break through one's limits time and time again."

"This ability is the most important!"

"This is a domineering path...centered on 'I,' devouring all laws, merging all paths, and ultimately surpassing all paths to become a self-contained entity."

Qin Feng's will is primarily focused on the most basic unit of life—the physical body.

"In terms of the physical body, after 1,510 years and verifying 78 powerful races, I have found the final path."

Previous practitioners of body tempering sought either indestructibility, boundless strength, or immunity to all attacks; ultimately, they focused on a specific 'characteristic,' each with its own limits.

"My path is to regard the physical body itself as an embryo of a supreme treasure with unlimited growth potential."

I don't pursue any single characteristic; what I pursue is... a perfect foundational template that can embody the concept of 'limits'.

His mind, like the most sophisticated instrument, began to dissect every step of the template's construction.

"Step 1: Forging the furnace."

"This is the foundation of all foundations, and the prerequisite for all subsequent evolution."

Its core is to use my own body as a natural, highest-level array plate, inscribing within it billions of basic arrays, each with different functions.

Qin Feng's consciousness sank into the microscopic world, where he seemed to be able to "see" every cell and every meridian in his body.

"These billions of formations were not randomly piled up."

They will constitute a vast, sophisticated, and absolutely ordered system.

For example, the most basic 'Spirit Gathering Array' will cover every corner of my body, increasing my efficiency in absorbing and exhaling galaxies by billions of times with every breath;
The 'Body Refining Array' will perfectly integrate with my bones and muscles, keeping them in a state of maximum efficiency tempering at all times;

The 'Transformation Array' group is responsible for efficiently decomposing and purifying any form of energy I devour—whether it's stellar power, flesh and blood essence, soul fragments, rare treasures, or even rare alloys.

"In addition to these, there must also be a 'Five Elements Rotation Array' to balance energy attributes; a 'Yin-Yang Harmony Array' to stabilize the source of life; a 'Spatial Stabilization Array' to stabilize the physical body, enabling it to withstand extreme speed and force impacts; and a 'Life Nourishment Array' to repair wounds and enhance recovery..."

"These billions of arrays, each with functions encompassing 'devouring,' 'decomposing,' 'purifying,' 'converting,' 'stabilizing,' 'nourishing,' and so on, are combined, linked, and nested in an unprecedentedly complex structure. Ultimately, within my body, a unique 'Primordial Furnace Array' is constructed, capable of devouring and refining all things!"

This idea is downright insane.

Any master of formations would dismiss this as a complete fantasy.

Constructing and maintaining the stable operation of billions of formations within a finite body requires a level of computation and control so complex that even a powerful king's soul would instantly collapse.

"Once this formation is established,"

Qin Feng's voice remained steady, yet carried an unwavering confidence: "Any resources I consume will be processed automatically and efficiently by this 'furnace' within my body, transforming them into the most primal and purest resources for my physical body."

From now on, I will no longer face any bottlenecks.

To me, the only difference between a piece of scrap iron and a divine herb lies in how quickly they are refined in the 'furnace.'

This is a complete transformation of itself into a mobile, highly intelligent bio-alchemy factory.

"Step Two: Engraving the Limits."

If the "Primordial Furnace Array" solves the problem of "energy input," then this second step is the core solution to "performance enhancement."

"Using the purest primordial spiritual energy refined from the 'Furnace Array' as the 'carving knife' and my will as the 'pen tip,' I will engrave the true core—the 'Ultimate Array'—on every cell, every bone, and every meridian of my body!"

Countless mysterious and complex runes appeared in Qin Feng's consciousness.

These runes are the ultimate secrets he deduced after integrating 30 billion body-refining techniques and combining them with data from a thousand years of experiments.

"This formation is not a fixed formation, but a growth formation system that can be infinitely stacked and upgraded."

Its sole purpose is to relentlessly temper and strengthen me, pushing me beyond my limits, by utilizing the vast resources provided by the 'furnace'.

"It will strengthen my cell walls, making them more resilient than divine metal;
It will reconstruct my genetic chain, so that with each break and recombination, it evolves towards a more perfect life form;
It will compress my bone density, allowing me to possess unparalleled strength while maintaining perfect flexibility.

"This is the foundation for my future growth in power!"
It's not through external aids, nor through the sudden burst of secret techniques, but through the endless, fundamental improvement of my physical body!

He seemed to see the future before his eyes; with each breath, each heartbeat, driven by the "Ultimate Array," he was becoming stronger than the last. This growth would be continuous and irreversible.

"Step 3: Linking and Looping"

This is a crucial step in upgrading the entire system from "manual" to "fully automatic," a finishing touch.

"By linking the 'Furnace Array' which is responsible for 'energy' with the 'Limit Array' which is responsible for 'enhancement' at the deepest level, a perfect, self-driven, self-regulating, and self-evolving self-circulating system will be formed."

"From now on, my physical body will simultaneously possess all the abilities of a top-tier pharmacist, a top-tier array master, and a top-tier weapon refiner, and it will operate automatically, just like genetic coding."

"I call it the ultimate physique!"

A slight smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips.

"It will be able to automatically absorb free energy from the outside world; it will be able to automatically filter and refine the resources stored in my body; it will be able to automatically and accurately deliver spiritual energy of different attributes to the corresponding array nodes according to the wear and tear and needs of different parts of my body."

"even……"

A glint of wisdom flashed in his eyes. “In battle, this system can automatically condense into defensive or auxiliary formations on my body surface, depending on the threat I face. Against physical attacks, it will automatically generate the ‘Indestructible Vajra Formation’; against energy impacts, it will automatically generate the ‘Void Teleportation Formation’; and when extreme speed is required, it will automatically generate the ‘Swift Wind Divine Speed ​​Formation’…”

"This is... a perfect foundational template for continuous self-improvement!"

"In the future, I will only need to do two things."

First, continuously seek out more resources and invest them into the 'furnace' to fuel the operation of the entire system.

Secondly, I will continuously learn and comprehend stronger formations and more profound knowledge. The stronger my mastery of formations and the more knowledge I accumulate, the more and higher-grade formations I can inscribe into my physical body. Consequently, my physical body will gain unlimited potential to become stronger!

Thus, the theoretical framework for the "path to the limits" of the physical body is now complete.

Subsequently, his will turned to another level, a realm more mysterious and dangerous than the physical body—the soul.

"But in terms of the soul, it is even more demanding and more dangerous."

Qin Feng's expression became extremely serious.

"There are countless templates for modifying the physical body that can be referenced by various races. But the evolution of the soul is a truly forbidden area; one wrong step will lead to utter ruin."

"The only point of reference is the machine race."

Deep within his consciousness, the profound understanding of the mechanical race's origins brought about by the [Twin Masks] transformed into endless inspiration.

"The Machine Race uses data as its soul and a physical body as its carrier. By continuously upgrading hardware and optimizing algorithms, it achieves an alternative form of immortality and evolution."

This path, though not the orthodox one, contains some profound truths about the evolution of the soul.

"My 'pure black quality' spiritual power is the highest level of 'hardware.' As for the evolution of the soul, it must draw on the talents of the mechanical race and embark on a path of 'self-cultivation.'"

"We must continuously cultivate assistive intelligence."

Just as I devoured the Tower of Babel, in the future, I will need to create and devour more and stronger auxiliary intelligences.

Each absorption is an expansion and optimization of my own soul data, allowing my mental processing ability and multi-threaded processing ability to grow exponentially.

The intelligence can be used to help me analyze the physical body array.

"The soul will become the 'pilot' of this ultimate physical body. The stronger the physical body, the higher the requirements for the 'pilot'. Only the most powerful soul can perfectly control this eternally evolving ultimate war fortress."

The long monologue is finally coming to an end.

Qin Feng opened his eyes, and the deep universe in his eyes seemed to have undergone a creation-like evolution, finally returning to absolute tranquility.

"This road... is destined to be one that only I can walk."

He wasn't being arrogant; he was simply stating a cold, undeniable fact. "Because only I possess the supreme foundation of the Dao, the [Primordial Singularity], which carries the concept of 'infinity'. This is the most perfect 'foundation' for constructing the entire system."

"Only I possess 'pure black quality' mental power, which is the only 'authority' and 'computing power' to perform unimaginably complex calculations and inscribe billions of arrays."

"Only I, through the [Twin Mask], gained a profound understanding of the mysteries of the mechanical race's soul, providing the only reliable 'blueprint' for my path of soul evolution."

All three are essential and indispensable.

At this point, Qin Feng's ultimate secret technique, its most core and most difficult theoretical framework, has been completely perfected.

In his own assessment, the progress of the entire secret technique's creation had jumped from one percent to twenty percent.

Don't underestimate this 19% improvement.

This is a qualitative change from "nothing" to "something," an unprecedented feat of opening up a clear and visible path to heaven from chaos.

The most difficult stage, which required endless effort to explore and make mistakes, has been safely passed.

The remaining 80% is no longer about creation, but about filling.

Following this perfect design blueprint, we continuously fill this already-built template with more knowledge, stronger formations, and more profound fields.

It was a project that, though still vast, was no longer shrouded in uncertainty.

Qin Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, a long breath that seemed to expel all the weariness and quest of a thousand years.

He glanced at the golden-armored behemoth that had long since lost all research value and whose life force had been completely extinguished.

Qin Feng did not destroy its remains, but instead carefully sealed them away and stored them in his subspace storage unit.

This is an indelible milestone on his path of martial arts.

Having done all this, Qin Feng's gaze pierced through the core of the dead star, through the dense fog of the Island of Death and Fall, and looked towards the endless starry sky.

He knew that the day he would be promoted to Domain Lord was not far off.

That day marked the beginning of the price that the entire Alliance of Myriad Races would pay on this Island of Death and Fall.

……

Since Qin Feng set foot on this forgotten land as a new recruit, a full 1,510 years have quietly passed.

For fifteen hundred years, everything seemed to remain constant.

But this is just appearance.

Beneath that ancient silence, a fear stemming from the most primal instincts was quietly spreading and fermenting in the hearts of every warrior in the Allied Forces of All Races, eventually coalescing into an inescapable nightmare.

This nightmare has only one name.

"Qin".

Initially, it was just a code name circulating among low-ranking warriors, representing a mysterious human ghost.

Subsequently, as elite squads went missing one after another, this name began to appear in the battle reports of mid-level officers, closely associated with words such as "high-risk," "avoidance," and "unbeatable."

Later, when the Crystal Clan's peak domain lord "Crystal Grid" was found to have his proud crystal core pierced with a single blow, and when the Starry Sky Beast Clan's elite "Golden Armor" had its massive body, powerful enough to withstand a starship, was captured alive.

When the Shadow Clan's twin stars, known for their mystery, lost even the courage to confront them head-on and fled at the mere mention of their name, the name "Qin" finally shed all its prefixes and embellishments, becoming a pure symbol representing ultimate fear.

He never engaged in large-scale destruction, nor did he linger in battle.

His appearance is solely for hunting and capture.

He was like a ruthless collector, meticulously selecting his "collection," from powerful physical bodies to bizarre talents, from unique energy structures to rare soul traits—all were within his hunting range.

No one knew what he was going to do, and this unknown was far more chilling than mere killing.

Rumor has it that he built a mobile flesh and blood laboratory, and all the powerful individuals he captures alive will face a fate more tragic than death.

They became his experimental materials for martial arts research, and in endless torment and modification, they wailed as they headed toward final decomposition.

Thus, over the course of these 1,500 long years, the nature of warfare on the outer islands of the Island of Death and Fall has undergone a bizarre distortion.

The once aggressive and arrogant allied forces of the myriad races began to shrink back in fear.

The domain lords dared not act alone anymore. Even the teams formed by the peak domain lords would subconsciously look around when they stepped out of the defense zone, for fear of seeing that figure that could bring despair in some shadow.

One person's existence completely altered the ecology of a vast battlefield.

This blood loss and fear, which had lasted for thousands of years, finally accumulated to a critical point, forcing the high-ranking members of all races who looked down on all living beings to face this "monster" that had completely exceeded their control.

……

The core area of ​​the Island of Death and Fall is the headquarters of the Allied Forces of Ten Thousand Races—Blood Abyss.

The geographical structure of the Island of Death is extremely peculiar. It is not a regular sphere, but an irregular remnant of a super-giant continent that appears to have been torn apart by a tremendous force.

At its core lies a massive rift valley that defies common sense; this is the "Blood Abyss."

It is unfathomably deep, as if it leads directly to the dark mouth of some unknown dimension.

Within the rift valley, there was no lava, no fierce winds, but rather a strange, dark red energy, as viscous as blood.

This energy writhed slowly, emanating an ancient, sinister, and unsettling aura.

In the past, the headquarters of the Allied Forces of Ten Thousand Races was located here because of the natural defensive capabilities of the Blood Abyss and its powerful suppression of divine sense.

And now, this place has become their last and only fortress.

Along the banks of the bottomless rift valley, tens of thousands of war fortresses and metal camps are built layer upon layer, taking advantage of the terrain.

From a distance, the entire Blood Abyss resembles a colossal steel beast lurking in the darkness, with countless turrets flashing with warning lights as its sharp fangs, and the viscous red energy as its gaping maw that keeps panting.

The million-strong army has now been completely concentrated here.

Countless powerful auras belonging to the Domain Lord level, and even the peak Domain Lord level, intertwined and collided here, forming a domain of oppressive power that almost froze space itself.

Any life form that is not of our kind, once it enters the area, will probably be crushed into dust by this massive collective of wills in an instant.

However, this impregnable defense and suffocating pressure could not conceal the faint, almost imperceptible... sense of shame and stifling unease that permeated the air.

Deep within the Blood Abyss, in a command hall carved from a single piece of "Soul-Suppressing Black Crystal," the atmosphere was as oppressive as solidified mercury.

The interior of the main hall is spacious and has a simple yet austere style. Apart from a huge sand table in the center and light screens on the surrounding walls that constantly flow with data, there is nothing else.

At this moment, directly above the main hall, more than a dozen enormous light screens, reaching to the sky and touching the ground, were radiating a majestic glow.

Within each light screen sat a blurry, yet terrifying figure that even the laws of the universe would retreat from.

They come in all shapes and sizes; some are surrounded by prism-like halos, some resemble a black hole that devours everything, and some are geometric shapes composed of countless data streams...

They are the true decision-makers in the Alliance of Myriad Races—the supreme beings at the Emperor level.

This was a remote conference spanning countless star systems, but the conference had only one theme.

"report."

A cold voice, seemingly refracted from countless facets, rang out, devoid of any emotion.

It was none other than the supreme leader of the Crystal Clan, Prism Emperor.

In the center of the hall, a mechanical race domain lord, whose entire body was made of liquid metal and whose form perfectly conformed to the golden ratio, stepped forward.

His optical sensors flashed red, and a cold, synthesized electronic voice echoed throughout the hall, each byte like a heavy hammer blow striking the hearts of all attendees.

"Yes, sir. Reporting to you all, since the start of the 'Cleanup Plan,' a total of 1,510 years have passed as of today."

"During this period, our military's plan to eliminate the remaining human forces in the outer island area can be declared... a complete failure."

The word "failure," uttered by him in a completely flat tone, sounded particularly jarring.

"According to the battle damage database, our army lost a total of twelve peak domain masters, seventy-three advanced domain masters, and three hundred and fourteen ordinary domain masters."

More than 500 domain lord-level units are also missing; based on the energy response in the area where their life beacons last disappeared, their chances of survival are zero.

On the light screen on the wall, the data stream representing the list of casualties began to scroll wildly, and the names of powerful figures who were famous in their respective races turned into cold gray.

The mechanical race lord paused for a moment, seemingly giving the high and mighty emperors time to digest the numbers.

He then continued, "Compared to the heavy losses suffered by our army, the whereabouts of the remaining human forces have still not been accurately located."

All seven large-scale encirclement and suppression operations organized by our side failed because the targets had moved ahead of time.

According to the latest intelligence assessment, the survival status of the remaining human forces on the outer islands is... good.

"The most crucial point,"

His voice rose slightly by one ten-thousandth to emphasize, “Based on the descriptions of all combat survivors, reverse analysis of residual energy on the battlefield, and comprehensive data modeling of the target’s action patterns… more than 99 percent of all the above losses point directly or indirectly to the same person.”

He raised his head, his face, made of liquid metal, precisely turned towards the Prism Emperor's light screen, and uttered the name word by word.

"Qin Feng, the prodigy of the human race."

The moment the words fell, the entire command hall fell into a deathly silence.

Silence is the harbinger of an approaching storm.

Although those dozen or so light curtains, representing the highest level of power in the universe, were still blurry, everyone could feel the terrifying rage brewing within them, enough to tear apart galaxies.

"shame!"

The Emperor of Prism Light's icy voice was finally ignited by anger, becoming sharp and full of murderous intent.

The light screen began to fluctuate violently, as if an unparalleled being was about to transcend time and space and descend in person.

"Fifteen hundred years! An elite army of a million domain lords! was actually outmaneuvered by a mere human brat, a black hole-level being who isn't even a domain lord!"

His voice stirred up ripples of energy in the hall, causing fine waves to appear on the liquid body of the mechanical intelligence officer.

"Twelve peak domain lords! Seventy-three advanced domain lords! More than three hundred ordinary domain lords!"
This force is enough to conquer the homeworld of a weak race on the front lines!
But here, on the Isle of Death, they died so pathetically, so utterly worthless!

"Can any of you tell me what's going on? Are all the elites of our myriad races just a bunch of useless trash who can't even find an enemy?!"

The rage of the Prism Emperor was something everyone present could have predicted.

The Crystal Clan suffered particularly heavy losses this time, and Qin Feng seems to have a preference for them.

The fall of several clan elders and peak domain lords was an intolerable disgrace to him.

In the dead silence, another voice, relatively calm yet equally imposing, slowly rang out.

The voice seemed to be formed from the collective will of countless individuals, ethereal yet grand, and was none other than the supreme ruler of the Mechanical Race, the Zero Emperor.

“Prism, anger won’t solve anything.”

Zero Emperor's light barrier remained stable, like a deep vortex that absorbed all of Prism Emperor's rage.

"Now is not the time to assign blame. Because the responsibility is clear: it lies not on the front lines, but in the strategy we initially formulated."

His words caused Emperor Lingguang's anger to pause slightly.

Zero Emperor continued, "Facts have proven that in the special environment of Death Island, where mental power detection is limited and spatial rules are chaotic, our usual large-scale, carpet-bombing tactics are completely wrong."

"This tactic might be effective against organized human legions."

However, for a 'super individual' like Qin Feng, whose individual strength has transcended the conventional realm and who also possesses extremely high intelligence and stealth abilities, the effect is extremely poor.

"He is like a slippery fish, swimming in the vast deep sea."

Our million-strong army is like a clumsy fishing net, huge in size but with an incredibly coarse mesh.

Every time we made a grand effort to haul in the nets, he could easily slip away through the gaps, and even worse, he would bite our fishermen viciously during the hauling process.

Although the metaphor is not very pleasant to hear, it is exceptionally accurate.

The atmosphere in the main hall gradually shifted from anger and oppression to calm reflection.

A powerful Emperor-level expert, surrounded by holy light, spoke, his voice solemn and resounding: "Emperor Zero is right. We must admit that we severely underestimated Qin Feng as a 'variable'."

According to intelligence, he not only possesses god-level defensive capabilities, but his speed is also a thousand times the speed of light. Coupled with his endless array of methods and extraordinary caution, attempting to kill him in the vast area of ​​the outer islands through a large-scale military campaign is like finding a needle in a haystack.

"What's even more fatal is that we can't predict his next move. He seems to have a complete grasp of our troop deployments, and every time he manages to precisely avoid our main force and attack our weakest link."

I suspect that there is some kind of intelligence transmission method within the human race that we have not yet discovered, or perhaps... Qin Feng himself was able to break through the mental power restriction rules of the Island of Death and Fall because he possesses a cosmic artifact.

These words plunged the assembled emperors into silence once again.

They were forced to confront a harsh reality: sticking to the old strategy would only lead to endless losses, turning this "cleanup operation" into a "bloodletting operation" against the Allied Forces of All Races.

In the end, it was the Prism Emperor who broke the silence.

His voice was still cold, but the anger from before was gone, replaced by a more chilling decisiveness.

"Since the old strategy is wrong, then it should be abolished."

He surveyed all the light screens and said, word by word, "Pass on my order: from this moment forward, all troops of the Allied Forces of All Races shall cease all forms of proactive mopping-up operations."

All forces retreated to the Blood Abyss, adopting the highest level of strategic defense.

"From now on, our core strategy can be summed up in one word—delay!"

Zero Emperor added, "This decision is correct. The true key to victory on the Island of Death and Fall will always lie in the battle for the title of Marquis on the inner island."

As long as our powerful Marquis-level experts can annihilate all the Marquis-level humans and cut off their last hope, the remaining humans on the outer island, including Qin Feng, will be trapped and unable to escape.

What we need to do now is to defend the Blood Abyss with absolute defense and wear them down with time!

"But……"

One of the emperors raised a question: "Are we just going to let Qin Feng continue his activities on the outer islands? He's like a poisonous thorn stuck in our flesh and blood. Although he's not fatal right now, he's a major threat in the end."

"of course not."

A cruel smile seemed to curl at the corner of Prism Emperor's mouth. "The best way to deal with fish caught in a fishing net is not to use a bigger net, but to use a more professional harpoon."

“I propose that we form a ‘Hunter’ squad.”

"This team doesn't need a large number of people, but every member must be one of the top experts in the Domain Lord realm."

They must be in a forbidden zone.

Their sole mission is to search for, track down, and ultimately kill Qin Feng in the outer island region, at all costs!

"Only the most outstanding talents, only the sharpest spear, can deal with the slipperiest fish!"

This proposal was immediately met with unanimous approval from all the emperors who had been granted titles.

Using the most elite forces to deal with the most formidable enemies is the most efficient and correct approach.

The order is to be issued immediately.

As the will of the emperors spread throughout the Blood Abyss, this dormant war machine roared into action once more.

But this time, it's not about expanding outwards, but about contracting inwards.

Countless legions began to withdraw from the outer defense zone in an orderly manner, and the massive energy shield was activated to its limit, turning the entire Blood Abyss into a true Jedi Fortress.

(End of this chapter)