Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

The feeling of oppression reached its peak.

The main force of the Protoss Star-Picking Army descended like a dark cloud. The massive, black steel warships blotted out the sky, completely swallowing up the outside light, plunging the entire Abandoned Star Island into a suffocating darkness.

"Buzz—"

The seemingly indestructible purple-gold defensive array surrounding Abandoned Star Island began to groan under the immense pressure emanating from tens of thousands of warships, its surface rippling violently.

That was a terrifying pressure capable of instantly crushing a True Monarch Realm expert into dust.

The enemy is currently.

On the plaza outside the Refining Pavilion, the four men who were arguing and bickering over who would be the first to enter and serve Jiang Yining suddenly froze in their tracks.

Just a moment ago, Yu Luofeng was using a folding fan to block Gu Qinghan's sword energy, Ao Lin was clenching his fists and making threats, and Su Chenzhou was coldly drawing isolation array patterns on the ground in an attempt to drive them all out.

The next moment, the four of them instantly put aside all their personal grudges.

They raised their heads and looked up at the sky. They didn't exchange a single word, only a tacit and extremely cold look in each other's eyes.

Anyone who dares to disturb Ning'er's weapon forging will die.

"Clang!"

A clear, resonant sword cry ripped through the sky. Gu Qinghan, his white robes fluttering in the wind, transformed into a blinding white light, instantly rising from the ground.

He stood in the east of Abandoned Star Island, his Haotian Pure Yang Sword pointing towards the sky. The terrifying pure Yang sword intent was like a reversed Milky Way, directly shredding the thick black clouds that pressed down.

"Leave the West to me."

Yu Luofeng snorted coldly and swung his ghost-faced folding fan. The Half-Saint level Extreme Yin Ghost Domain instantly unfolded, and countless pitch-black ghost lotuses bloomed in mid-air. He stood in the void to the west, with a terrifying phenomenon of mountains of corpses and seas of blood appearing behind him, forcefully resisting the spatial collapse on that side.

"roar--!"

A deafening dragon roar echoed across the land. Ao Lin didn't bother with any words and transformed into a half-dragon. Dark golden dragon scales covered his entire body, and his explosive muscles bulged. He stomped his feet on the ground and charged south like a cannonball. With a flick of his arms, the True Dragon Law transformed into two pillars of fire that reached the sky, desperately holding back the breach in the southern defenses.

Su Chenzhou remained silent, his figure instantly merging into the earth's veins, appearing at the core of the array in the due north. He placed his hands on the array plate, and the Starfire Life Core spun wildly, firmly pinning the entire island's defensive barrier to its spot.

The Four Venerable Ones Guardian the Heavens.

They each occupied the most crucial position on the defensive line, protecting the central weapon-refining pavilion tightly in the very center, leaving no blind spots.

Four terrifying forces of law, powerful enough to shake heaven and earth, intertwined and collided in mid-air, ultimately forming a human barrier even stronger than the Purple Gold Array.

No one gave orders, and no one tried to steal the spotlight.

At this moment, what erupted from them was absolute loyalty to Jiang Yining and an unparalleled protective instinct. These four soaring auras were a declaration of inviolable territorial sovereignty to the enemy army swarming across the sky.

Anyone who touches her is making an enemy of the most powerful force in the entire Canglan Realm.

Inside the secret chamber of weapon forging.

The commotion outside was so great that even through the Dragon-Slaying Stone, Feng Liuyun could still clearly feel the four earth-shattering fluctuations of the laws.

He struggled to lift his head and looked through the array projection on the wall at the four imposing men standing side by side outside.

That includes the Pure Yang Sword Master, the Extreme Yin Ghost King, the Demon Realm Dragon Emperor, and that madman whose mastery of formations is unfathomable!

Any one of these four men would be an invincible figure, a force to be reckoned with, and they would normally fight to the death if they met. But now, they were like the most loyal gatekeepers, unhesitatingly turning their backs to each other, just to protect the woman in this secret room.

Feng Liuyun's heart clenched suddenly, and his soul was deeply shaken by an unprecedented shock.

On what grounds?

Both were renowned talents, both were manipulated by this woman. Why could they stand tall and proud outside, while she had to grovel here like a dead dog, complaining that she couldn't do it?

The humiliation of being outdone, coupled with his complex and morbid infatuation with Jiang Yining, instantly ignited the last bit of pride in Feng Liuyun's bones.

"I'm not quite dead yet!"

Feng Liuyun suddenly bit her tongue, and a spurt of blood, sweet and metallic, gushed out.

A glint of madness flashed in his eyes, and he slammed his fists into the ground, using the recoil to force himself to kneel up.

"Awesome!"

A low growl escaped from the depths of his throat. Feng Liuyun, without hesitation, ignited the most vital essence of his Phoenix Clan bloodline!

That was his last trump card for survival; burning even a single drop would consume hundreds of years of his cultivation. But he couldn't care less about that now.

As his essence and blood burned, a Nirvana True Flame, purer and more violent than before, was forcibly squeezed out from his depleted meridians.

Crimson flames instantly engulfed the entire area, pushing the temperature of the sealed room to an unbelievable peak.

Jiang Yining turned her head and looked at Feng Liuyun, whose face was covered in bulging veins and whose seven orifices were bleeding, yet he was still frantically unleashing flames. A hint of satisfied appreciation flashed in her eyes.

"well done."

Without uttering a single word, she instantly doubled the speed at which she formed hand seals, guiding the Nirvana True Flame, which she had fought so hard for, to crash fiercely into the last array pattern of the immortal ship.

Above the outer sky.

The Protoss commander, clad in cold, mechanical armor, stood aloof on the cloud platform of the highest-ranking flagship.

He looked down at the stubbornly resisting Abandoned Star Island below, and at the four reckless figures who dared to defy the heavens. A stream of emotionless data flashed in his mechanical eyes.

"Stupid carbon-based life forms."

The commander slowly raised his right arm and, without the slightest hesitation, swung down the Star-Picking Order, a symbol of destruction.

This signaled the start of a full-scale war of destruction.

"emission."

A monotonous, mechanical voice echoed in the communication channels of every warship.

next moment.

The frontal armor of countless Protoss warships in the sky opened simultaneously, and deep blue energy rapidly converged.

The Protoss launched the first attack, but instead of using widespread firepower, they insidiously employed the ranged Star Spears, which have the strongest single-point penetration.

Tens of thousands of thick, blue star spears tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom, precisely avoiding the four male protagonists' defenses and strangely folding space in mid-air.

The target is the top of the Weapon Forging Pavilion, which has the weakest defenses!