High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 308 Bloodstained Sky! Qin Feng Enters Seclusion for Cultivation! Fighting to the Death! The Path to the Limit is Complete!

"Fight to the death!"

“Fight to the death!!”

At this moment, the thirty-seven powerful marquises roared in unison.

Their voices converged into an indomitable torrent, breaking through the temple's dome and dispelling the deathly aura that had shrouded the "City of Unyielding" for millennia.

There was no fear of death, no confusion about the future, only the resolute determination of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me" and the supreme tragic heroism of a guardian of humanity!

……

The final battle arrived sooner and more fiercely than anyone had anticipated.

Just as the roar of "Fight to the death" was still echoing through the city, the entire fragment of the world suddenly trembled.

Above the sky, the dark purple canopy resembled a fragile painting, torn apart from the middle by an invisible hand.

A colossal spatial rift stretched across the sky, containing an utterly profound chaos.

Immediately afterwards, one terrifying figure after another slowly emerged from the crack.

They were all different in form and possessed overwhelming power.

There is a giant monster with a body tens of thousands of feet tall and its body surface flowing with star-like lava, as if it were wearing an entire starry sky on its body.
There is a race of gods with three heads and six arms, each arm holding a divine weapon, awe-inspiring and majestic.
There was a necromancer who sat on a throne made of countless bones of gods and demons, with ghostly blue soul fire burning in his eye sockets.
There are winged beings whose entire bodies are formed from light, with twelve pairs of wings unfurled behind them, each flap of which showers down holy light that purifies everything...

One, two, ten, a hundred...

In the end, a total of 327 figures stood in the void.

Three hundred and twenty-seven powerful individuals at the Marquis level!
Their auras were all at their peak, far surpassing that of the remnants of the human army in the "City of Unyielding".

When these three hundred-plus terrifying auras combined, the entire world fell silent.

That oppressive force was no longer an ethereal aura, but transformed into a visible dark curtain, as heavy as a universe, slowly crushing down on the lonely "Unyielding City" below.

Beneath the sky, space crumbled inch by inch, wailing and breaking apart. Even the eternally flowing "Dao Seal of Sorrow" was momentarily frozen under this combined pressure.

This is a fatal blow, an all-out annihilation. All races will use absolute power to completely erase the last trace of humanity on this inner island.

"Boom-"

"Boom-thump-"

The ancient and desolate sound of war drums resounded within the "City of Indomitable Will".

That wasn't magic striking; it was Lord Qingtian using his own heartbeat to sound the final battle song of humanity!

Accompanied by the sound of drums, thirty-seven streaks of light shot into the sky from the city.

They were like thirty-seven stars that refused to fall, choosing to go against the current under the crushing weight of the dark sky.

Their figures appeared so small and insignificant in the face of such an overwhelming numerical disparity, like fireflies colliding with a cosmic storm.

However, not a single streak of light hesitated or retreated.

Without hesitation, facing death to live!

The battle erupted the moment the two sides made contact, in an unimaginably brutal manner!
In that instant, the entire world lost all color and sound, plunging into a state of utter chaos.

The collision of the Dao Seals unleashed a storm powerful enough to annihilate everything.

"Open the sky!"

Lord Qingtian's hair and beard bristled as he let out a deafening roar.

His only remaining right fist radiated an unprecedentedly brilliant light, and when he threw a punch, it seemed to be evolving into an unparalleled power that could create the world.

Wherever the fist passed, the void shattered, the chaos separated, and a small world full of vitality was born out of thin air, instantly enveloping the dozen or so Marquis of Myriad Races who were at the forefront.

In this world, mountains and rivers evolve, the sun and moon revolve, birth, aging, sickness and death occur, and eras change. The endless power of birth and death begins to frantically erode the Dao seal origins of those more than ten Marquises.

This is the ultimate killing move of the Sky-Piercing Marquis, transforming himself into a world, one punch creating a world!

However, he faced too many enemies.

"Humph, dying struggle!"

A cold snort came from outside.

Outside that newly born small world, more than thirty Marquises from myriad races simultaneously made their move.

More than thirty chains of Dao seals of different colors, like divine spears piercing through heaven and earth, slammed fiercely against the world barrier.

"Click——"

In an instant, that seemingly stable little world, like porcelain struck by a hammer, was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and then shattered with a crash.

"puff!"

Lord Qingtian was struck as if by lightning, and flew backward, bleeding profusely.

Countless cracks instantly appeared on his remaining arm, from which golden blood seeped continuously.

"Hahaha! That's great! Kill!"

On the other side, Marquis Liewu had completely descended into madness.

Instead of choosing any defense, he directly ignited his own Marquis-level Dao Seal!

Raging crimson flames erupted from his body, transforming him into a towering fire god of war.

His half-body, corrupted by demonic energy, sizzled under the burning of the Great Dao True Fire. The black demonic energy was continuously burned, but this also accelerated the depletion of his essence.

Wielding a blazing spear formed from the true fire of the Great Dao, he charged fearlessly into the densest part of the enemy formation, like an exploding neutron star.

"die!"

The divine spear swept across, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures capable of incinerating everything, instantly severing three alien Marquis-level beings of the same rank in half at the waist, their souls and spirits turning to ashes in the raging flames.

But two fists are no match for four hands.

"The abyss has descended!"

A demon lord from the abyss world opened his Dao seal.

Endless, pitch-black, viscous abyssal water appeared out of thin air, transforming into a colossal wave that crashed heavily onto the fiery war god body of Marquis Liewu.

Water and fire, the most fundamental enemies, are colliding.

Marquis Liewu's divine fire is of a higher grade, but the opponent's "water volume" is simply too enormous.

Amidst a series of teeth-grinding sizzling sounds, the flames on his body were extinguished and suppressed at a visible speed.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord let out a sinister laugh, suddenly opened his enormous maw, large enough to swallow a star, and bit down hard on the Marquis of Fierce Martial.

"Pfft!"

Half of Marquis Liewu's body, along with one of his arms, was swallowed whole by the Demon Marquis.

"Haha...hahahaha..."

In his final moments, Marquis Liewu showed no fear; instead, he let out a deafening laugh.

He stared at the demon lord so close to him, his eyes burning with a mad urge to perish together with him.

"You scum... come with me... on the road!"

"boom--!!!!!"

Without hesitation, he detonated his last life essence and the remaining seal of his title of Marquis!

A colossal mushroom cloud rose with a thunderous roar in the center of the battlefield.

The terrifying explosion even briefly tore a hole in the formation of all the races.

The Abyss Demon Lord who had devoured him was the first to be hit; its massive head was shattered in the self-destruction, and its enormous body fell helplessly toward the "Dao Seal's Lament" below.

This scene is just the tip of the iceberg of this brutal battlefield.

Elsewhere, a human Marquis who specialized in swordsmanship had his body pierced simultaneously by five different Marquis-level divine weapons.

His heart was pierced by a demonic spear, his head was split open by a divine axe, and his limbs were bound by four chains of Dao principles.

In the final moments before his consciousness faded, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

"My body may perish, but my path... is immortal! The backbone of humanity will never bend!"

With a final roar, he used his last bit of strength to pull his spine out of his bloodied back, vertebra by vertebra, with his bare hands!
The spine, stained with blood and fragments of divine soul, transformed instantly into a divine white bone sword that pierced the heavens and earth under his will. At the tip of the spear, his entire understanding of the way of the sword was condensed.

"Om-"

The divine spear trembled, emitting a sword cry that resounded throughout the universe. With a speed that transcended time and space, it struck first, striking the brow of one of his most severely wounded enemies.

The smug smile on the face of the foreign nobleman froze instantly, and then his entire body and soul were completely annihilated into nothingness by that invincible sword intent.

After delivering this final blow, the Sword Marquis's body could no longer hold on, turning into a shower of blood that rained down from the sky.

"Humanity...invincible!"

This was his last voice in the world, filled with indomitable spirit and pride.

His blood was not ordinary blood.

Every drop of Hou's golden blood contained his broken but indomitable fighting spirit.

The blood rain poured down like a torrential downpour, smashing the earth below into bottomless craters. Even now, sharp sword energy still cuts through the edges of these craters, remaining for millennia.

Hou's blood stained the blue sky red.

At this moment, the dark purple sky seemed to be splashed with a tragic crimson.

On the other side of the battlefield, Bingxin Hou, dressed in white, was already stained red with the blood of his enemies and his own.

She was fighting alone against eight powerful opponents of the same level, and was already on the verge of exhaustion.

As she watched one familiar comrade after another fall before her eyes, turning into a shower of light, a single tear finally streamed down her frozen eyes.

The moment the tears fell, they turned into the coldest ice.

A poignant, serene smile appeared on her face, as if she could see her long-dead Daoist companion waving to her from afar.

"Husband..."

She murmured softly, her hands slowly coming together in front of her chest, forming a mysterious and ancient mudra.

"Secret Technique - Eternal Freeze!"

An overwhelming chill, exceeding all limits, spread outwards from her body in all directions.

Space, psionic energy, mental power, matter... at this moment, it all seemed to be paused.

Within that area, the eight Marquis-level warriors from various races who were besieging her ferocious smiles and murderous intent instantly froze.

Their bodies, along with the supernatural powers they unleashed and the domains they released, were instantly frozen in that extreme cold, turning into lifelike ice sculptures.

The life force of Bingxin Hou slowly dissipated in that crystal-clear ice world.

A serene smile will forever remain on her face, becoming, along with her enemies, an eternal and tragic tombstone on this cruel battlefield.

From the very beginning, this battle had no so-called skills or sophisticated tactics; it was just the most primitive and brutal fighting and attrition.

When faced with an enemy ten times their number, the only choice for the human nobles was to use their lives and souls to uphold the principles they believed in.

I would fight ten against one, and even if I died, I would have no regrets!
……

An hour, for ordinary people, may just be a short afternoon nap.

But on this battlefield, it stretched on for an entire era.

As the deafening shouts and roars gradually subsided, the battle was finally drawing to a close.

Above the sky, more than two hundred powerful figures still hovered. They were the marquises of the myriad races. Although nearly a hundred of them had perished, the main force still survived.

On their opposite side, above the "City of Unyielding," only seven humans remained.

Of the thirty-seven who were granted titles of nobility, only seven remain today.

The body of Qingtianhou was already broken and tattered, with only the upper half of his body connected to his head remaining. He still stubbornly stood in the void, leaning on a divine sword that had long since broken.

Golden blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but the burning fighting spirit in his turbid eyes remained undiminished.

He was surrounded by an impenetrable circle of more than fifty nobles from various races.

The remaining six human marquises were also on the verge of death. They stood back to back, their bodies riddled with injuries, their treasures shattered. They could only use their fists and broken bodies as their last weapons.

The outcome is already decided.

The leader, a Marquis of All Races, was a powerful figure from the Feathered Clan.

He radiated a soft and holy light, and the twelve pairs of wings behind him fluttered slowly, making him appear incomparably holy and majestic.

He looked down at the Sky-Piercing Marquis, who was like a candle flickering in the wind, and said coldly in a tone that was both pitying and judgmental: "Humanity, it's over."

"Your resistance is valiant, but also foolish. Surrender, and I can grant you a dignified death, with your bodies preserved intact."

"The resurrection mark has ended. The human race on the outer island must have been wiped out. It has been so long since the resurrection mark was replenished."

With great difficulty, Qingtianhou raised his head. Upon hearing these words, a bright, even slightly mocking smile suddenly appeared on his blood-stained face.

He coughed up a mouthful of golden blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and said with a laugh, "The end? Heh... no..."

"As long as one human stands, this war will never end."

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the six remaining comrades beside him. In the eyes of each of them, he saw the same resolute determination as his own.

They knew they were doomed to die that day.

They also knew that they might not live to see that moment of hope arrive.

But they had no complaints or regrets.

They were fighting for their race, for the living space of their descendants, and for that elusive yet real "hope."

So what if I'm forever sealed within the rules of this Island of Death?!
Sooner or later, the human race will reclaim the Island of Death and resurrect them!
Unbeknownst to them, on a distant island unseen by the world, a seed powerful enough to turn the tide was gathering strength to sprout.

Their deaths today will become the deepest and most tragic nourishment for that seed.

The blood they shed today will eventually stain the glorious road leading back to that hero!

"Hahaha……"

Lord Qingtian laughed heartily, his laughter filled with pride and composure.

He burned his last bit of his soul, and from his withered body, the most brilliant and dazzling light of his life burst forth.

The broken divine sword in his hand, infused with the fire of his divine soul, emitted a hum that seemed unable to bear the weight, its brilliance even surpassing the star debris in the sky.

"Human race..."

Dragging his half-broken body, with a final, earth-shattering roar, he transformed into a resolute beam of light and charged towards the seemingly unshakeable enemy formation composed of more than fifty marquises from myriad races.

"Victory!!!"

Behind him, the remaining six human marquises, also laughing wildly, burned everything they had, transforming into six streams of light that followed closely behind.

At that moment, it was as if seven great suns rose simultaneously on the inner island of the Island of Death and Fall.

It ended with a blinding white light that devoured everything, and a terrifying roar that could shatter even the soul.

The world returned to deathly silence, leaving only endless tragedy.

……

With the sky as the curtain and the earth as the scroll.

On this day, the sky above the outer island of the Island of Death was completely stained with an indescribable atmosphere of sorrow originating from the deepest part of the inner island.

The sky was no longer the leaden gray that had remained unchanged for millions of years, but instead presented a strange, dark red color, as if it had been repeatedly washed by the blood of billions of living beings until it had permeated every inch of space.

The void groaned, the Dao seal trembled, and strands of divine chains of order, visible to the naked eye and imprinted with the ultimate truth of "bestowing a title of nobility," emerged from the depths of the universe's origin, only to shatter instantly upon manifestation, transforming into a dazzling yet desolate rain of light that drifted across this deathly battlefield.

Those were the final resonances between the original imprints of powerful beings at the Marquis level and the entire universe when they completely perished and their Dao foundation collapsed; they were the last traces of their existence in the world.

A sudden and universal mourning descended upon the entire outer island without any warning.

Whether it was the human squad fighting against the patrol of all races, the legion of all races resting in the "Blood Abyss" fortress, or the lone traveler licking his wounds in some corner, all living beings stopped what they were doing at the same time, looked up in horror at the blood-stained sky in the direction of the inner island.

"Then...what is that?"

A young human warrior's voice trembled; he had never seen such a terrifying celestial phenomenon.

"It's a Dao Seal... a Dao Seal for being granted a title!"

Beside him stood a veteran who had experienced countless battles, his voice hoarse, his cloudy eyes instantly filled with tears.

boom! ! !
A deafening roar, seemingly capable of tearing apart the soul, came from the depths of the inner island. Immediately afterward, a crimson "sun," more intense and violent than a star, suddenly rose into the sky, leaving a devastating spot of light on the blood-red canvas.

The core of that ball of light was filled with a fierce and resolute spirit of "rather die than live in dishonor," and it exploded with a roar the moment it reached its limit!
The devastating shockwave created visible ripples that swept across the sky. Even from an immense distance, countless mountains on the outer islands groaned under the weight of the aftershocks, boulders tumbled down, and the earth trembled.

"It's Marquis Liewu! It's Marquis Liewu's 'Blazing Sun Explosion'! He... he self-destructed his Dao Seal!"

A human commander's eyes widened in fury as he recognized the domineering aura unique to Marquis Liewu.

However, this is just the beginning.

The first note of the lament was played in the most tragic way.

Immediately afterward, before the crimson halo could dissipate, a towering sword shadow pierced through the entire sky!
That was not a real sword, but a section of a spine that was crystal clear and seemed to be carved from the hardest divine jade in the world!
It clanged and rang out, unleashing boundless sharpness, cleaving a huge gap in the thick, blood-red clouds.

But the next moment, accompanied by a crisp yet mournful cracking sound, this earth-shattering spine sword shadow broke apart inch by inch, starting from the tip of the sword, and finally turned into billions of light points, dissipating into the world.

"Sword Marquis..."

An elderly man who knew this veteran strongman, who used his spine as a sword and never yielded throughout his life, closed his eyes in anguish.

The second part of the lament is about unyielding pride.

Then, extreme cold descended without warning.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any sharp edge that pierced the heavens and the earth.

Above the inner island, an enormous, ice-blue lotus quietly bloomed.

It is sacred and beautiful, each petal seemingly containing a frozen world.

This is the ultimate secret technique that Bingxin Hou unleashed at the cost of his life—"Eternal Freeze".

The third section of the lament is the resolute end of decay.

boom! boom! boom! boom!
One after another, enormous orbs of light, like blazing suns, exploded in the sky above the inner island.

Each explosion was accompanied by an even thicker downpour of blood, turning the sky even more crimson, like a huge, bleeding scar.

Thirty-seven human marquises were enfeoffed, and thirty-seven lights that once illuminated an era were extinguished one after another at this moment, in a manner of rushing forward like moths to a flame.

Finally, when the final explosion shattered the golden Dao Seal belonging to the Commander-in-Chief, Qingtianhou, which contained endless will to protect and take responsibility, an indomitable roar transformed into a substantial spiritual storm, piercing through the distant spatial barrier and echoing deep within the souls of every living being on the outer island of the Island of Death and Fall.

"Humans, fight to the death! We will not retreat!!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

That final, tragic cry contained the entire will of Qingtianhou and his six remaining comrades to burn their last breaths and launch a desperate charge.

This sound transcends the boundaries of language, transforming into the purest resonance of the Dao, impacting the souls of everyone.

The countless lurking human warriors burst into tears the moment they heard this sound. They roared with all their might towards the inner island, expressing the same grief and indignation.

"Fight to the death, never retreat!!!"

Even the soldiers of those myriad races felt a chill rise from the depths of their souls when they sensed this pure and resolute will.

They couldn't comprehend what kind of madmen could unleash such earth-shattering fighting spirit when they knew they were doomed and there was no hope.

The final chapter of the tragic song, with the complete annihilation of the heroes, composed an epic of indomitable spirit.

……

On the outer island, in a temporary underground cavern covered by dozens of top-level concealment formations.

The light here is dim, with only a singularity emitting a soft glow, suspended in the center of the cave, like the first point before the birth of the universe, exuding the charm of beginning and end.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged beneath the singularity, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opening when the first Dao Seal exploded in the sky.

Those deep, seemingly star-splitting eyes clearly reflected the tragic scenes of heroes falling to their deaths in the sky.

He neither shed tears nor roared.

He watched quietly, like a most faithful recorder, imprinting every shattered divine chain, every drop of spilled blood, and every defiant roar into the deepest recesses of his soul.

Qin Feng could clearly "see" that the Dao Seal of Marquis Liewu self-destructed, and the spiritual energy it released in an instant was enough to turn a small planet into cosmic dust.

He could "hear" that when the Sword Marquis's spine broke, the unyielding sword intent still resonated in the void, lingering for a long time.

Qin Feng could better "understand" just how heavy a responsibility and how deep a despair Qingtianhou carried in his final cry of "Kill!"

"Lord Qingtian... Lord Liewu... all seniors..."

After a long while, when the strange phenomena in the sky gradually subsided, leaving only the silent rain of blood, Qin Feng finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing against each other.

He read out every name he knew.

Not long ago, these names represented vibrant, flesh-and-blood lives, the last guardians of humanity on the Isle of Death.

Now, they have all become blood-red marks etched into his memory.

If he fails, then none of them will be able to be resurrected.

"Your blood will not be shed in vain."

He slowly closed his eyes, suppressing the crimson sky, endless grief and anger, and all his killing intent into the deepest part of his heart.

These emotions, like the highest quality nuclear fuel, were unhesitatingly poured into the slowly rotating Primordial Singularity.

"I've noted this debt down."

Qin Feng's voice returned to calm.

"We will pay with the blood and bones of all races...!"

boom!
The moment he finished speaking, the [Primordial Singularity] within his body seemed to sense Qin Feng's will, which had been compressed to its limit, and began to spin wildly at an unprecedentedly terrifying speed!

Originally, the "Path to the Limit" secret technique framework was only in its initial stages and its theoretical perfection was only 20%. However, driven by this extreme grief and determination, the speed of its deduction and construction increased tenfold in an instant!
Runes, written with "pure black quality" spiritual power and inscribed with 30 billion body-refining secret techniques, were deduced, created, and then imprinted into the interior of the [Primordial Singularity] with unprecedented efficiency.

The grand blueprint aimed at transforming the physical body into the "Primordial Furnace Array" is progressing at a visible pace from a fantastical theory into a solid reality.

Qin Feng clenched his fists.

Only by transforming oneself into the sharpest blade, a blade capable of severing this hopeless fate, can one offer the best solace to those who fight to the death for titles and honors.

……

Blood Abyss Fortress.

This war fortress, built in the core area of ​​the outer island of the Island of Death and Fall, and cast from countless divine metals and the bones of powerful beings, is the headquarters of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races on the outer island.

At this moment, in stark and glaring contrast to the solemn atmosphere that permeated the entire world, this place was engulfed in a deafening sea of ​​revelry.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

"All those old dogs of the human race are dead!!"

"Hahaha, Inner Island! Inner Island has been completely taken over by us!"

Countless powerful beings from various races—the Crystal Race clad in heavy armor, the colossal Stone Race, the Mechanical Race gleaming with metallic luster…

They raised their blood-stained weapons high, letting out the most primal and excited roars in their respective tribal languages.

The news of the great victory on the inner island was like a powerful stimulant injected into the veins of every warrior of all races.

For the past fifteen hundred years, they had been oppressed for far too long by a ghost called "Qin." That elusive shadow, like a Damocles' sword hanging over everyone's heads, made them restless and filled them with dread every time they went out on a mission.

Now that the humans on the inner island have been completely annihilated, it means that the Alliance of All Races can finally concentrate all its forces to deal with this last major threat.

The pent-up frustration and fear that had been suppressed for a thousand years were transformed into a frenzied joy and a bloodthirsty fighting spirit at this moment.

Inside the central command hall of the fortress, holographic projections of several Emperor-level beings, including Prism Emperor and Zero Emperor, stood quietly amidst the waves of revelry.

Although they wore faint smiles on their faces, their deep eyes revealed a cold and rational understanding of the whole situation.

They are decision-makers, strategists, and unlike ordinary soldiers, they are not blinded by the victory of a battle.

Emperor Prism slowly raised his hand.

A simple action, yet it seemed to contain a kind of magical power that made words come true.

The originally boisterous cheers, which were loud enough to overturn the entire fortress, came to an abrupt halt in a mere second, and the entire hall fell into an eerie silence.

All the powerful beings of all races turned their fervent gazes toward one of their supreme commanders.

"The victory on the inner island is worth celebrating."

The Emperor's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable majesty.

"But this is only the first step."

His gaze, sharp as a blade, slowly swept over every commander present. "Always remember, our true enemy, the ghost named 'Qin,' is still like a rat hiding in a gutter, lurking in some corner of the outer island."

"I admit that we all underestimated him before."

In a rare moment of self-reflection, Ling Guanghuang said, “He is like a poisonous thorn, deeply embedded in our flesh and blood. We cannot eat or sleep in peace until he is pulled out.”

His tone suddenly shifted, becoming sharp.

"To this end, we formed the 'Hunter' team, consisting of six of the most outstanding geniuses of the Divine Forbidden Realm, including Shi Lan and Wuhen."

But as it turns out, this needle-in-a-haystack approach to elite hunting is far too slow!

The outer island is too vast; it's like trying to find a black hole deliberately trying to hide—it's a pipe dream.

"but……"

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Prism Emperor's lips. "What we lack least is time and manpower! The blockade of Death Island will last for another 30,000 years!"

Thirty thousand years!
Upon hearing this unit of time, all the powerful figures from various races present couldn't help but breathe more rapidly.

With a sudden wave of his hand, the holographic image of Prism Emperor transformed the massive star map behind him, revealing a detailed three-dimensional landscape of the entire outer island of the Island of Death and Fall.

A striking red line, representing the highest command, lit up from the Blood Abyss Fortress where they were located.

Then, the red line began to spread in all directions, eventually forming a huge red ring that enveloped the Blood Abyss Fortress.

"Now, I announce the Alliance's highest strategic directive."

The voice of the Prism Emperor, like the icy wind of winter, swept through everyone's heart.

"Abandon all ineffective squad-based kill modes!"

"All combat units, all legions, starting from Blood Abyss Fortress, form the 'Extinction Front'!"

His finger pointed heavily at the red ring.

"The battle line will be arranged in a long, straight line, like a comb, starting from the core area and moving towards the edge of the outer island, inch by inch, slowly and resolutely combing it out!"

"There is only one order: destroy everything you see in your path of advance!"

"Level mountains and rivers! Evaporate rivers! Collapse caves!"

"Burn every inch of the land beneath your feet! Evaporate every ocean before your eyes! Turn wherever you go into a desolate wasteland where no life can survive!"

"I don't care what methods you use, even if you have to scrape the entire surface of the outer island three thousand feet down, you have to dig that rat named 'Qin' out of his hole!!"

The voice of the Prism Emperor echoed in the hall, every word filled with undeniable iron-bloodedness and cruelty.

The powerful figures from all races present were initially stunned.

They had envisioned countless ingenious tactics and brilliant encirclement plans, but they never expected that the highest level would issue such an order.

This... this can no longer be called a tactic.

This is the most foolish, primitive, and unreasonable method.

But then, a mixture of excitement and cruelty flashed in everyone's eyes.

Yes, that's stupid.

But this is also the most effective!

It completely abandoned so-called skills and strategies, relying entirely on what the Alliance of All Races was most proud of on this battlefield—absolute power and absolute time!

They wanted to use this overwhelming, unstoppable force to crush Qin Feng, this "variable".

This is a conspiracy.

It was a fair and square crushing.

They wanted to tell Qin Feng, and all the remaining humans:

In the face of absolute power, all your struggles are meaningless.

You can hide, you can conceal yourself.

But we will completely erase the world you are hiding in, along with you.

"Roar!!!"

After a brief silence, a roar ten times more frenzied than before erupted from within the Blood Abyss Fortress.

It was no longer a cheer celebrating victory, but a bloodthirsty desire to participate in an unprecedented, genocidal sweep.

Commands were issued from the Blood Abyss Fortress, and the legions of all races stationed in various regions, like a massive war machine that had been activated, began to slowly gather towards the Blood Abyss Fortress.

A slow but unwavering web of death, comprised of millions of soldiers, is about to unfold.

……

Outer Island, deep within an extremely remote asteroid belt, almost completely off the beaten path.

Tens of thousands of meteorites of varying sizes formed a natural barrier, perfectly isolating all internal energy.

Inside one of the hollowed-out giant meteorites, in a makeshift base, Canglang and more than 10,000 surviving human soldiers were huddled together.

The entire base was shrouded in a cloud of deathly silence and despair.

They, too, witnessed the tragic scene of utter devastation on the inner island.

They, too, heard the final, defiant battle cries of Qingtianhou and the others.

Every soldier's face was streaked with tears, and their eyes burned with grief and indignation, but even more so with a deep-seated sense of powerlessness.

They wanted to rush out, to provide support, and to die alongside their comrades.

But they cannot.

The wolf's command firmly suppressed everyone's impulses.

They are the last remaining force of the people of the outer islands, the last spark of life.

If they also fall, then humanity will have truly lost this desperate battlefield.

But where is the future?

no one knows.

Everyone's heart sank into an endless abyss.

Just then, a faint but powerful communication request suddenly rang out in Canglang's [Limit Lord Military Seal].

Canglang shuddered, his hands trembling as he connected the communication.

When that familiar yet calm voice rang in his ears, an unbelievable glint instantly flashed in Canglang's bloodshot eyes.

He was like a traveler about to drown in an endless dark ocean, finally grasping at a straw that fell from the sky.

"Warmaster?"

"it's me."

Qin Feng's voice was eerily calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if the earth-shattering tragedy that had just occurred had had no effect on him whatsoever.

But it was precisely this extreme tranquility that acted like a shot of adrenaline, instantly calming Canglang's nearly collapsing heart and miraculously stabilizing his chaotic thoughts.

"Blue Wolf, listen up."

Qin Feng's voice came through the military seal clearly: "We have all seen the sacrifices on the inner island. Now is not the time for grief."

Without any hesitation, he swiftly and concisely informed Canglang of the latest developments of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races—the upcoming "Extinction Front" strategy—that he had just detected through the nano-reconnaissance network.

"...Their plan is simple, brutal, but deadly effective. With our current strength, any form of active resistance or passive harassment is meaningless."

Qin Feng's tone was as cold as an ancient, unyielding block of ice, "That would only instantly expose your location and then invite a devastating attack that could completely evaporate this entire asteroid belt."

Canglang's heart sank suddenly.

He had no doubt about Qin Feng's judgment.

Once that extermination front slowly pushes them forward, these 10,000-plus people will probably not even make a ripple before being completely crushed.

"Then... General, what should we do?"

There was a hint of helplessness in Canglang's voice that he himself was unaware of.

(End of this chapter)