High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 312 Huge Gains! Three Million Seven Thousand Resurrection Marks! Resurrection as a Marquis! Cosmic Crystal!

Qin Feng stood in the empty battlefield, his consciousness immersed in the subspace storage unit.

Beneath the pale red sky, the earth was ravaged, repeatedly plowed by unimaginable terrifying forces. The mountains, forests, and swamps of the past had now been transformed into glass-like crystals shimmering with the afterglow of psychic energy and bottomless ravines.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood, burnt flesh, and a nauseating, mingled odor of countless races.

But this desolate and dilapidated place, which could drive any normal living being mad, was a kind of sacred tranquility to Qin Feng.

His eyes were closed, his body straight as a spear, the tip of the Star-Devouring Spear pointing diagonally at the ground. A drop of dark golden divine blood slowly slid down the spear blade and finally dripped into the cracked earth, making a soft "hiss" sound, instantly annihilating the ground within a radius of several meters into the most basic particle stream.

After undergoing the tempering of the Nine-Colored Divine Lightning and the initial formation of the Path to the Limit, his physical body has entered an unprecedented state of harmony and self-consistency.

The [Ultimate Array], composed of trillions of cells, is slowly operating in a mysterious rhythm, complementing the [Primordial Furnace Array] at the body's core. With every breath and every heartbeat, it is absorbing and releasing the most primordial spiritual energy in the universe, repairing the minor losses caused by the earth-shattering battle just now.

His spirit and soul had long since transcended the barriers of the physical dimension and entered a vast and boundless inner universe that belonged exclusively to him—the subspace storage unit.

It is more secure and more private than any storage ring.

Subspace storage units were created by the Emperor for the use of the human race. Even if a human dies, the things stored inside will not be accessible to any other race.

Since all races rely on storage rings, they can easily be killed by Qin Feng and have their spoils obtained.

At this moment, this once empty inner universe is now being occupied by a dazzling "galaxy".

That is light.

These are the spiritual energy radiance naturally emitted by millions of domain lord-level treasures of different attributes and forms after they lost the divine soul imprint of their original owners.

They come together to form a vast, boundless, and colorful ocean of light.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple... each color represents one or more distinct psionic systems, intertwined yet clearly defined, maintaining a delicate balance under Qin Feng's will.

As Qin Feng's consciousness fully immersed himself in the galaxy, the "galaxy" composed of spoils of war instantly boiled over.

A massive flood of information, like a cosmic storm bursting its banks, suddenly rushed into his mind.

Each treasure carries fragments of memories from its previous owner, or even the owner before that.

Every weapon records the enemies it has slain and the bloody battles it has fought.
When this torrent of information touched Qin Feng's soul, it was as if he had struck an invisible, boundless, and bottomless black hole.

His soul is the legendary "pure black quality".

His foundation is the unprecedented Primordial Singularity.

The combination of these two factors endowed him with an incredible information processing ability that was almost akin to the "Tao."

The torrent of information, powerful enough to engulf the sea of ​​stars, did not cause the slightest ripple the moment it entered his consciousness.

They were categorized, organized, and summarized in an instant by a supreme and absolute order.

Like billions of raging dragons, who were tamed into docile servants the moment they rushed into the temple and were precisely thrown into their respective cages.

Qin Feng's "thinking" did not even fluctuate; all the processing was completed automatically at the level of his soul's instinct.

His consciousness was like that of a king surveying his territory, taking stock of the immeasurable war wealth he had gained in this mythical battle of "one man annihilating an army" with an absolutely calm and rational perspective.

……

First, there is the estimation of overall value.

Qin Feng's consciousness was like an invisible net, instantly covering the entire "galaxy".

What makes up this "galaxy" is not only the domain lord's secret treasures that form the main body, but also the massive resources hidden in the storage space of each secret treasure and each piece of remains.

Divine metals, rare treasures, spiritual energy crystals, secret manuals, special materials, medicines, pills, array plates, runes... the variety and quantity of these items are simply astonishing.

In his mind, images of countless items flashed by rapidly, their fair value within the human empire system being marked and accumulated one by one.

"Star Iron Mother, a piece the size of a fist, worth approximately three billion contribution points..."

"Void Mithril, standard unit: three units, value: approximately twenty B contribution points..."

"There are 372 'Death Soul Flowers' containing a trace of the 'Annihilation' law, with a total value of approximately 9B contribution points..."

"A rubbing of the Crystal Clan's core inherited secret manual, the Prism Technique, is worth approximately 1,500 B-level contribution points..."

"The core of the entire fortune of the Stone Clan's divine prodigy 'Shi Lan' is a 'Great Earth Origin Stone,' of extremely high quality. The value of this single item is probably no less than one hundred B..."

……

Supported by the Primordial Singularity, the massive data stream is being integrated and processed with an efficiency exceeding the speed of light.

Just a few breaths later, a preliminary but already shocking number clearly emerged in Qin Feng's mind.

"All resources, excluding special items that cannot be directly converted or are priceless, the total value of regular resources alone is between three thousand and five thousand contribution points."

Qin Feng's heart was calm and still, but a profound light quietly shone in the depths of his soul.

He has a clear understanding of the contribution value system of the human empire at this moment.

One B contribution value is equal to one billion contribution values.

One C contribution value is equal to one thousand B-level contribution values, and one D contribution value is equal to one thousand C contribution values, and so on.

"Contribution value of 3C-5C..."

He silently calculated in his mind, "This wealth has far exceeded the limits that ordinary domain lords can imagine."

In the official trading post of the Human Empire, that's enough to exchange for some Marquis-level resources.

For example, a standard, basic-level treasure for conferring titles of nobility without any special attributes;

Alternatively, it could provide the cultivation resources needed for a beginner-level Marquis to undergo a short-term seclusion.

For Qin Feng, who had just stepped into the Domain Lord level and created the "Path of Limits," a bottomless pit destined to devour massive resources, this was nothing short of a shot in the arm.

"Every step of growth on the path to the limit requires the smelting of massive amounts of resources."

The evolution of the physical body, the upgrading of the formation, the nourishment of the soul... all are like gold-devouring behemoths.

With this initial funding, I can now stabilize my cultivation level.

This thought gave him greater confidence and assurance for his future spiritual practice.

After estimating the total value, Qin Feng began to categorize and examine the treasures that constituted the main spoils of war.

His spiritual power, like a gentle yet domineering tide, swept across the entire Secret Treasure Galaxy.

First, there is the largest group – the primary domain lord's treasures.

There were more than 1,300 items.

This is a terrifying number.

Each item represented a Domain Lord-level warrior, considered an elite member of the Myriad Races Alliance. Now, they were all in Qin Feng's possession.

These treasures each possess a unique radiance and come in countless forms.

There are giant battle swords that are hundreds of meters long and burn with black demonic flames; there are silver orbs that are no bigger than the palm of your hand, yet seem to contain a starry sky and are constantly spinning.
There is an ancient and imposing bronze square cauldron, its surface engraved with totems of myriad beasts; there is also a crystal-clear glass mirror that can reflect the flaws in people's hearts...

Knife, spear, sword, halberd, axe, battle-axe, hook, fork...

Bells, tripods, pagodas, furnaces, mirrors, seals, beads, wheels...

It encompasses almost all mainstream and non-mainstream forms of secret treasures in the universe, making it a miniature museum of secret treasures.

Under the shroud of Qin Feng's "pure black quality" and vast, abyss-like ocean of spiritual power, these treasures, which had lost their master and should have been filled with violence and resistance, behaved like a docile school of fish.

The spiritual light on their surfaces dimmed slightly, and they trembled with instinctive fear, not daring to make the slightest move, silently floating and awaiting Qin Feng's judgment.

Qin Feng's consciousness swept over them without lingering.

The quality of these treasures was no longer up to his standards.

His attention then shifted to a higher level of existence.

There are over 170 intermediate-level domain lord treasures.

Compared to the vast "school of fish," these 170-plus treasures are undoubtedly the "sharks" and "whales" among them.

Each of them emanated a far more powerful and refined spiritual energy fluctuation than that of a primary-level treasure.

The runes flowing on it are also clearer and more profound.

The original owners of these treasures were clearly the captains of elite squads from various races—true elites.

Their quality, craftsmanship, and inherent power are far superior to those of mass-produced goods.

Qin Feng could even sense a faint aura belonging to a Marquis-level expert from some of the treasures.

That must have been their owner, who was fortunate enough to receive guidance or even blessings from a powerful figure who had been granted a title, thus leaving an indelible mark on the treasure.

But now, these marks are like candles flickering in the wind, easily erased in the face of Qin Feng's will.

Above that are the sixteen most dazzling and radiant objects.

Advanced Domain Lord's Secret Treasure.

These sixteen treasures floated silently in the core area of ​​the Treasure Galaxy. Even under Qin Feng's mental pressure, they still exuded an indomitable will and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

These were the personal weapons and core treasures of the six divine geniuses and ten other peak experts whose strength was second only to the divine beings.

Qin Feng's focus was on a few of these items.

It was a stone knife made entirely of grayish-brown rock, with a thick blade that exuded a primitive and savage beauty.

At this moment, the stone knife was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it would shatter completely at the slightest touch. There was also a shocking notch at the blade's edge.

It was the sword of Shi Lan, the divine prodigy of the Stone Clan, named [Panshan].

Qin Feng could clearly sense that the stone knife contained a trace of the extremely pure and profound origin of the "Law of Earth" and the "Law of Gravity".

Even though it was on the verge of collapse, the residual spiritual energy fluctuations on it were still astonishing, and the aura it emitted was enough to make ordinary low-level domain lords tremble and dare not look directly at it.

Next to [Panshan] were a pair of Void Blades, as thin as cicada wings and almost transparent.

They floated there quietly, seemingly blending into the surrounding space. If Qin Feng hadn't possessed extraordinary soul perception, he would have been almost unable to detect their presence.

The blades also bear tiny, almost invisible cracks, permanent wounds left after the spatial structure was forcibly torn apart by a more powerful force.

This is the seamless "Double Blade".

What remains on it is the extremely sharp "space cutting" principle.

Besides these, there was Baxia's [Mysterious Armor Heavy Shield], seemingly forged from the shell of a dragon turtle, with a terrifying, penetrating gun hole in its surface; and the [Judgment Spear] of Judgment, which once shone with holy and majestic light, but now its light was dim…

These six divine weapons, which once represented the pinnacle of combat power at the Domain Lord level, are now all broken spoils of war, silently testifying to the terror and power of their new master.

Finally, Qin Feng's spiritual power swept towards the top of this galaxy of wealth.

That place should have been the location of the secret treasure of a peak domain lord.

However, the scene that came into his view surprised him slightly.

There are only six complete peak domain lord secret treasures, and without exception, they are all severely damaged, even more so than the weapons of the six great divine forbidden geniuses.

The rest cannot be called "treasures" at all.

They are a "dust cloud"... composed of countless fragments shimmering with various colors of light.

These fragments range in size from no more than a fingernail to even smaller than dust.

They are the products of those top-quality, peak-level domain lord treasures, after being torn apart and decomposed by Qin Feng's destructive shot [Inch of Light], which exceeded the limits and carried ten thousand times the speed of light.

Seeing this scene, even with Qin Feng's current state of mind, a thought couldn't help but flash through his mind.

"What a pity! Each of these peak domain lord treasures is priceless and is an important resource for building a foundation for becoming a marquis. So many of them have been destroyed."

It is an almost instinctive regret for the loss of something precious.

However, this thought of regret only surfaced for a moment before he deliberately extinguished it, replaced by a more domineering will.

"But... it doesn't matter anyway."

This thought resonated deep within my soul.

Almost simultaneously, far away in the outside world, inside Qin Feng's body, which was as if cast from divine metal, the top-tier domain lord-level secret treasure that served as the core array eye of the [Ultimate Grand Array]—the [Heavenly Evolution Weapon], which was already connected to him by blood and flesh and resonated with his soul—was emitting a slight tremor that only Qin Feng himself could hear.

hum-

A thought filled with greed and desire was clearly transmitted into Qin Feng's soul through the array veins that covered his entire body.

That was the "desire" of the [Heavenly Evolution Soldier].

After being integrated into the [Ultimate Grand Array] and becoming the power core and control center of this unprecedented [Ultimate Body], the essence of the [Heavenly Evolution Weapon] has undergone a tremendous transformation.

It was no longer just an external weapon, but had truly become a part of Qin Feng's body.

The desire it conveys at this moment stems from the unparalleled path that Qin Feng has just established—the Path of Limits, a path that is unprecedented and destined to be unparalleled in the future!
"When the [Heavenly Evolution Weapon] is integrated into the array's core, the Ultimate Body gains the characteristic of 'devouring'."

For ordinary martial artists, these broken peak-level treasures are worthless and a pity.

But for me..."

"The complete treasure is a resource, and these fragments containing the purest spiritual energy and divine metal essence... are also top-grade resources! In fact, they are resources that are even easier to absorb!"

"The path to the limit is to break all constraints and transcend all conventions! Its core essence is to forge all things and make them one's own! There is nothing that cannot be devoured, nothing that cannot be refined!"

"Whether it's a complete treasure or a broken fragment; whether it's a pure psionic crystal or a mangled mass of flesh and blood; whether it's a sacred tome or an evil curse..."

On this path, all things are free from distinctions of good and evil, nobility and baseness, wholeness and imperfection!

Their sole attribute is whether they can become the ladder to my 'limit,' whether they can become the cornerstone of my [Limited Body] growth!

Qin Feng's will was rising and roaring.

He "looked" at the cloud of dust composed of fragments of the secret treasure, his eyes no longer filled with regret, but instead with the burning desire and thirst of a gluttonous beast seeing an unparalleled feast.

"These fragments of secret treasures contain the imprints of laws that powerful beings of all races have comprehended throughout their lives, and contain rare divine metals that were formed at the beginning of the universe."

As I devour and refine them one by one, my [Ultimate Grand Array] will be completed, my [Primordial Furnace] will unravel more mysteries, and my physical body, my [Ultimate Body], will continuously grow stronger through this process of devouring and evolving!

In his mind, a magnificent picture of the future is slowly unfolding.

"One day, as I devour more and more treasures of higher and higher quality, my physical body itself will become a 'living Dao artifact' that surpasses all other treasures!"
Until... we reach the end of that path, the pinnacle of the divine way!

At this thought, an indescribable sense of joy and pride surged forth from the deepest part of Qin Feng's heart like a volcanic eruption, instantly filling his limbs and stirring his soul and will.

This is the supreme joy of forging one's own path!

“Fragments of secret treasures, rare alloys, corpse remains, and broken array plates can all be devoured to further enhance the ultimate body.”

"As for other secret techniques, I can learn them."

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Two beams of nine-colored divine light, seemingly tangible, flashed and disappeared deep within his pupils, scorching two pitch-black cracks in the void before him that could not heal for a long time.

He raised his head and once again surveyed the vast and desolate battlefield.

……

In his deep black eyes, the crimson sky and the shattered earth were reflected.

He looked around and saw more than 10,000 human soldiers standing silently at the edge of the battlefield, forming a silent and solemn square formation. They wore the standard power armor of the human empire, and many of their armor bore gruesome wounds and dried bloodstains.

At this moment, not a trace of the previous despair, numbness, and deathly stillness could be found in any of their eyes.

Instead, a fervent, excited, almost religious flame took hold!
The flames burned fiercely in everyone's eyes, converging into an ocean of faith.

Their gazes were fixed on the lone figure in the center of the battlefield, as if he were the only light in their lives, their only totem of faith.

The silence was broken.

"War General...Invincible!!"

It is unknown who was the first to use all their strength, their voice hoarse, to shout out this name.

This sound was like a spark that instantly ignited the entire grassland.

"Warmaster!!"

"Warmaster!!"

"The War General is invincible!!"

A roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami erupted from the chests of more than ten thousand iron-blooded soldiers, converging into a torrent of rolling thunder that crashed against the sky above the entire island of death and made the shattered earth tremble.

They were no longer chanting Qin Feng's name.

Instead, he is a "war commander".

This is the most simple yet most sublime honorific in the military.

Qin Feng deserves the title.

Amidst the deafening shouts, a streak of light shot out from the very front of the army formation, piercing the sky and landing precisely in front of Qin Feng, revealing an excited figure within.

It was indeed the Azure Wolf.

At this moment, Canglang, an old soldier who had fought on the island of death for tens of thousands of years and was used to life and death and whose will was as firm as a rock, was trembling slightly.

This was not due to fear or exhaustion, but rather stemmed from an extreme excitement and awe that transcended the realm of comprehension.

His voice was hoarse from excessive excitement and filled with disbelief, as if he were still in a dream: "War General... you really did it! You single-handedly swept away the million-strong army of all races!"

He spoke each word with great difficulty, uttering each one slowly and deliberately.

Because he witnessed this mythical scene firsthand.

From Qin Feng's successful exit from seclusion, to blasting open the "death passage" with a single shot, to slaughtering the six great divine forbidden realms within five breaths, and finally wiping out hundreds of thousands of remaining troops... the whole process was so fast that people couldn't react, yet it was so profound that it would never be forgotten.

Looking at Canglang's face, which was distorted by shock, Qin Feng simply smiled calmly.

For him, all of this was simply an inevitable result of achieving the ultimate leap in strength.

He reached out and gently patted the sturdy shoulder armor of the wolf, making a muffled "thump".

"Our heroes should not fade into obscurity."

A simple sentence, yet like a bolt of lightning, instantly struck Canglang's chaotic mind.

The wolf suddenly awoke, and its bloodshot eyes, filled with excitement, burst forth with an incomparably brilliant light called "hope"!

"Yes! The Mark of Resurrection!"

He cried out in a hoarse voice, "Commander, according to the highest rules of the Land of Death, you are the supreme commander of all surviving humans on our outer island, and you have the unified authority to mobilize all resurrection marks!"

The wolf's breathing became extremely rapid, and an almost sacred expectation appeared on its face.

"We can...we can resurrect the Sky-Piercing Marquis and the others on the inner island! And the Fierce Martial Marquis, the Sword Marquis, the Ice-Heart Marquis...all the heroes who died in battle!!"

Qin Feng nodded, his expression remaining calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"it is good."

He began, "The battle among those who have been granted the title of Marquis is a contest for the crystallization of the universe on the inner island."

Their battlefield is beyond our reach.

The only thing we can do now is provide them with enough resurrection marks so they can fight without any worries.

He paused, seemingly quickly calculating in his mind the number he had casually tallied while counting the spoils, then asked Canglang with a hint of uncertainty:
"I have about 3.7 million resurrection marks here. I wonder... if that's enough for them?"

The words fell.

The whole world seemed to be paused for a moment.

"Three...three hundred...seven hundred thousand...?"

The wolf's mouth slowly opened, inch by inch, until it was wide enough to fit an egg.

His brain completely shut down the moment he heard that number, falling into an absolute, pure blank.

Boom!

He seemed to feel a nine-colored divine lightning bolt descend from the sky, striking his crown with perfect precision, shattering his thoughts, his cognition, his common sense, and even his soul into the most insignificant dust.

silence.

Deathly silence.

"Three...three million?!"

"No! It's three million seven hundred thousand?!"

The number roared and echoed wildly in his mind, each syllable like a merciless hammer slamming into his heart.

He thought of himself.

He recalled that he had been on this island of death for over 37,000 years.

For over 37,000 years, as a seasoned veteran, he spent most of his time fighting on the front lines where the pressure was greatest and the casualties were heaviest.

He has experienced so many life-threatening situations that he has lost count.

He watched countless comrades fall around him before finally becoming the commander-in-chief.

He used all his strength and risked everything. Over such a long period of time, the total number of resurrection marks he earned never exceeded ten thousand at any given moment!
Ten thousand is an astronomical figure.

But now...

Qin Feng, in front of him, spoke a number in a calm tone, as if asking "How's the weather today?"

Three million seven hundred thousand.

It is three hundred and seventy times more than all his achievements!
How long did it take Qin Feng to achieve this?

From the time he entered the Island of Death to this moment, a total of three thousand years have passed!
What a terrifying, absurd, and despairing gap this is!

Seeing Canglang frozen in a daze, his worldview being reshaped, Qin Feng said no more.

His consciousness once again sank in, but this time, it did not enter the subspace storage unit, but instead connected to the omnipresent primordial rules that covered the entire Isle of Death.

hum-

An invisible, semi-transparent interface, entirely composed of rule runes, slowly unfolded in his mind.

This is the access interface for the battlefield commander of Death Island.

At the very top of the screen, he saw a striking, rapidly changing number: 3,712,544.

This is the total number of Resurrection Marks he currently possesses.

Below the numbers was a long list that shone with a dim light.

That was a list of the soul imprints of all the human casualties since the start of the war.

Qin Feng's gaze skipped over the densely packed names of ordinary soldiers below and landed on the very top of the list.

There, names that were once renowned and represented the backbone of humanity are now quietly arranged.

【Hero Qingtian】

Marquis Liewu

【Sword Marquis】

【Bingxin Hou】

……

Familiar names, as if carved by a knife and axe, are imprinted on his soul.

He clearly remembered that not long ago, he had witnessed these heroes in the "Indomitable City" on the inner island, facing an enemy several times their size, exhausting their last resurrection mark, and finally choosing to ignite the Dao Seal, launching that tragic and heroic, never-ending, desperate charge.

Their fall turned into a rain of blood, and heaven and earth grieved together.

That was humanity's indomitable battle song, and also an unforgettable blood debt.

Qin Feng counted the names; there were a total of 120 people on the list who were Marquis-level experts.

He did not hesitate or waver at all.

His thoughts transformed into a supreme command, which was issued with a thunderous roar within this interface of rules.

"Resurrect...all the heroic souls of my human race who died in battle!"

The moment the command was issued, the enormous number representing 3.7 million at the top of the screen began to burn, jump, and decrease at an unprecedentedly terrifying speed!
At the same time, on this blood-red outer island land, countless brilliant golden pillars of light, invisible to the naked eye yet containing life and laws, were born from nothingness and soared into the sky!

These beams of light ignored the chaotic and violent psionic storm on the Island of Death and Fall, ignored the incredibly sturdy spatial barriers, and even directly tore apart the naturally existing spatial isolation layer between the inner and outer islands!

Their target was precisely set deep within the inner island, on the ruins of the "Indomitable City"!
Heroes, come back!

Blood debts must be repaid in blood!
……

at the same time.

The Island of Death, the Inner Island, the Ruins of the Unyielding City.

This place is now a complete ruin.

The magnificent city that once served as the core fortress of the human race's inner island and symbolized the human race's indomitable will is now nothing but ruins.

The towering city walls collapsed in large sections, creating bottomless craters.

The super protective arrays that were once used to resist the frenzied attacks of powerful beings from all races have their bases completely exposed. The countless profound runes engraved on them have lost their luster and are as dim as dead stars.

The smoke of war had not yet dissipated, and the air was still filled with the destructive aura left by the collision of laws.

On this ruin, more than 370 powerful warriors of various races, each with their own unique appearance, were scattered in twos and threes, like greedy hyenas, enjoying the hard-won fruits of victory.

Among them are the Stone Clan, whose bodies are tens of thousands of meters tall and made of indestructible "Soul Martial Rock"; the Holy Spirit Clan, whose bodies are light and graceful, surrounded by pure spiritual fluctuations, and who seem to have no physical form; and the Insect Clan, whose bodies are covered with ferocious bone armor and whose mouthparts flow with corrosive liquid...

At this moment, they are enthusiastically using various violent means to break through the last array restrictions set up by the human marquises before their fall.

These restrictions protect the spoils they have accumulated in the city—the [Cosmic Crystals].

boom!
A powerful Crystal Clan member, whose entire body was made of dazzling crystal, unleashed a punch that exploded with pure light energy, shattering a light barrier in front of him.

The moment the light curtain shattered, a cosmic crystal the size of a human head, with what appeared to be a real galaxy flowing inside, was revealed, radiating a Daoist charm that captivated all those who had attained the rank of Marquis.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The Crystal Clan's Marquis grabbed the Cosmic Crystal in his hand and let out a hearty laugh: "These humans are truly the most hardworking worker ants in the universe!"
In such a short time, they have accumulated so many cosmic peaks for us!

Beside him, a Shadow Clan Marquis shrouded in shadow, with only his crimson eyes visible, licked his chapped lips and said in a hoarse, metallic voice, "Thank goodness... thank goodness we won this battle on the inner island!"
The stubbornness of the human race is simply beyond imagination.

If the overwhelming military power of the outer islands hadn't completely crushed their last hope and forced them to surrender, we would have had to pay at least three times the price to take this 'unyielding city'!

"In the end, it is because the human race's style of doing things is too domineering. They consider themselves the protagonists of the universe, cannot tolerate any dissent, and make enemies everywhere, which is why they have ended up in this situation today."

A noble of the Feathered Clan with magnificent wings on his back sneered, his tone full of disdain, "If it weren't for that, why would we, the myriad races, put aside our grudges and join forces to deal with them here?"

As he spoke, he gracefully flapped his wings, creating a wind blade that sliced ​​open another barrier, taking the cosmic crystal inside.

"They thought that with the seemingly strong defenses of the outer islands, they could hold back our million-strong army and buy time for the inner islands."
By now, those humans on the outer islands should have been completely slaughtered! How utterly foolish!

Similar conversations spread across the ruins, amidst the jubilant revelry of the myriad races being granted titles.

"However, everyone, we still need to be careful."

Humanity has suffered such a great loss this time, and given their nature, they will certainly not let it go easily.

When the entrance to the Isle of Death opens again, it will likely send an unprecedentedly terrifying army to retaliate.

A demon clan member with two horns on his head and a calm demeanor gave a deep reminder.

"Well, that makes sense."

Another mechanical race member, whose body flowed like liquid metal, chimed in, "What the human race excels at most is strategic retreat, followed by gathering several times or even ten times the superior forces to launch a thunderous counterattack."

They can endure what ordinary people cannot, and they are also ruthless.

Perhaps the hundred-plus marquises who perished here were pawns deliberately discarded by their superiors, with the aim of gaining greater strategic benefits on other, more important battlefields.

"Let's not think about things that far ahead. The important thing is to collect all the cosmic crystals here."

A rumbling Marquis of the Starry Sky Beast Clan said, "When we leave the Island of Death and Fall, there will inevitably be another fierce battle to fight."

"That's hard to say."

The well-informed Mech Clan Marquis, his eyes flashing with data, said, "According to the latest intelligence I obtained from within the clan, the ultimate battlefield between the human race and all other races, the [Land of Forsaken Gods], has been fully opened. All supreme beings above the Saint level will be restrained by the rules there."

Moreover, the supreme opportunity concerning the path of all those who have reached the Emperor level, [Mount Eternal Life], is about to appear in the world.

Currently, the powerful figures who have been granted the title of Emperor from various races are making final preparations for this.

Therefore, when the exit of the Island of Death opens this time, there might not be many top experts waiting for us outside.

"Oh? Are you serious about this?"

"If that's true, that would be fantastic news!"

"Hahaha, it seems we've made a fortune this time!"

The news of the Mechanical Race's conferment of a marquisate completely dispelled the lingering sense of vigilance.

The nobles of all races were excitedly breaking the final restrictions while imagining the wonderful things to come after leaving this place. The atmosphere was extremely relaxed and joyful.

Several meticulous Marquis-level players subconsciously checked the remaining resurrection attempts of their own faction.

One thousand three hundred and fifty-two times.

Seeing this number, they were completely relieved.

This quantity is sufficient to handle any possible emergencies.

In their view, the human race is completely out of the game.

Even if... even if those 120 human marquises could consume their own resurrection marks and be resurrected, so what?
With an absolute numerical advantage of 370 to 120, and with their trump card of having over 1,300 resurrection opportunities, it's nothing more than... another kill.

Victory is already in the bag.

(End of this chapter)