I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

On the high platform, a towering figure slowly lowered his head.

Dark gold bone patterns lit up inch by inch along the thick armor on his chest.

Two thick, curved horns bend backward, exuding a fierce and oppressive aura.

In the shadows, a pair of eyes ignited with eerie green flames.

Usar.

The forward commander dispatched here by the Seventh Temple.

It is also the only eleventh-tier Abyss native in this stone palace.

A huge road map was laid out before him.

On the map, several thick lines connect the distant fortress behind the abyss.

However, the thin line extending northward is intermittent.

They traversed the wilderness, crossed the Grand Canyon, and eventually transformed into specks of light.

Several of the light spots have completely gone out.

The scouts died outside, and the markers they left behind disappeared without a trace.

The ghostly fire flickered in Usar's eyes, showing no surprise whatsoever.

In this endless world, the road is always forged piece by piece with one's life.

Find a guide, avoid the spatial turbulence, and bypass those ancient, powerful figures who refuse to retreat.

If any link in the chain goes wrong, an entire elite team will be instantly cut off outside.

But the temple lord's order was never withdrawn; no matter how many losses were incurred during the scouting expedition, he had to continue sending people.

Find the human race.

Find that human god who destroyed the remains of the Abyss Lord and even possessed his own world!

The animal-skinned alien slammed his knees heavily on the stone slab, then raised the bone tube high above his head.

"Commander! A human caravan recently arrived in Blackrock City, and the Inspection Institute is currently collecting their goods."

"There are people in the city who actually saw them; they brought two extremely large metal warriors!"

Usar raised his eyelids slightly.

Has he/she shown up?

"He showed himself once; he was a red-haired human!" The alien swallowed hard. "The people in the courtyard all call him Lord Tian."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bone tube flew into Usar's large palm with a "whoosh".

He suddenly crushed the seal.

A hazy, gray image was projected and unfolded directly in mid-air.

This footage was secretly recorded from an extremely distant location.

Through the energy shield at the street corner, only a few people could be vaguely seen standing at the entrance of the inspection institute.

Duoshan stood respectfully to the side.

The human in the middle was tall and slender with an extraordinary air about him.

Usar stared at the figure for a few moments before looking away.

Then, he pointed with his thick finger, and a black chip flew out from the side.

Another face emerged above the black crystal.

This is a photo from the past.

The humans in the picture stand in the void where the power of the abyss has dissipated.

His face was cold and aloof, and he had a disdainful expression.

It was very close to the shadow at the entrance of Blackrock City!

Although the accompanying aura has been worn away by time to an extremely faint degree.

But the bone structure and outline are still recognizable.

"boom!"

The ghostly fire in Usar's eyes instantly burned through the darkness.

"Keep going!" His voice boomed.

The animal-skinned aliens were so frightened that they crouched even lower, trembling all over.

"That group of humans captured a military fortress, and the Black Banner Army suffered a crushing defeat..."

"The caravans in the city are all saying that Yan Qiao, an eleventh-tier cultivator, is dead at their hands!"

Upon hearing this, a tenth-rank subordinate standing at the edge of the platform suddenly changed his expression and frowned sharply.

"Who killed him?!"

"Some say it was the two metal giants who did it, while others say it was the human who killed him personally."

The alien answered, trembling.

"I didn't dare go in to ask any questions, but I managed to buy a copy of the battlefield records that were circulating outside."

The second chip shattered.

More fragmented and violently shaking images were forcibly surfaced in mid-air.

Boom! A series of loud popping sounds came from the chip.

The scene was bathed in a reddish light, making it appear white, and the relatives inside the hall who were watching the photo shoot couldn't help but tense up.

The entire sky was torn apart by endless crimson light!

Above the continuous mountain range, a terrifying Asura image rose from the ground.

A muscular phantom pierced through the clouds, exuding a suffocating physical pressure, and slashed down with its weapon.

That blade of light was so red it was almost black, and as fierce and blood-red as it was!

Immediately afterwards, the screen began to flip and rotate wildly.

The person recording the video was clearly terrified and was desperately trying to escape.

The photo only captured the first half of the blow that actually struck Yan Qiao; the rest of the shot was taken elsewhere.

The tenth-ranked servant was shocked and immediately turned to look at Usar.

"Commander! The old decree from the temple clearly states that this human is only at the ninth rank!"

"You know that's an old regulation."

Usar spoke coldly.

With a wave of his hand, the noisy atmosphere in the hall was instantly suppressed.

Usar re-examined the two afterimages in mid-air.

Their faces matched.

The news of Yan Qiao's death is currently only a rumor.

The overwhelming aura of the Asura in the image alone is not enough to completely see through all of the opponent's power.

But if the rumors are true.

If the encirclement and capture were arranged according to the standards for dealing with ninth-rank enemies, the subordinates sent out would only be throwing their lives away.

Usar’s massive body suddenly stood up.

"Go check!"

"Find out his true level, and investigate the details of those two machines!"

"Where are the human cities? Which roads do they use to get in and out? Where do their goods come from? We need to investigate all of this!"

The tenth-rank attendant's expression turned solemn. He immediately clasped his hands in obeisance, accepted the order, and turned to summon someone.

"Don't touch the inspection institute."

Usar's voice came from behind, heavily suppressing the words of his kin.

The family member paused, then turned around hesitantly.

"Commander, there are quite a few people there who know the inside story..."

That's why I let you keep it.

Usar looked down at him, his massive horns casting a deep shadow on his face.

"That dilapidated courtyard is constantly churning out new goods, new passersby, and newly discovered trade routes."

"If you lead a group to burn it down, what can you possibly find out from that pile of rubble?"

The family members broke out in a cold sweat, quickly lowered their heads, and dared not say another word.

Usar flipped his hand and took out two top-grade black chips, handing them heavily to the black-armored guards below the stage.

"They were sent back to the temple in separate groups."

"Report the discovery of a suspected target and attach a photo."

"Write down clearly where you heard the rumors about Yan Qiao; absolutely do not write that you saw it with your own eyes!"

Two black-armored guards caught the chip with both hands.

The message must be delivered quickly, but people must not rush in impulsively.

We've explored countless routes since we started from the rear of the temple to get here.

The closer you get to the northern edge of the wasteland, the fewer nodes you can find to settle down.

There are very few points where routes can be switched, and no one can figure out where the human cities are hidden out of thin air.

This image, at least, gives the temple's long search a clear direction.

Usar was absolutely unwilling to risk alerting and disrupting existing covert operations in the final stages.

He tapped the inspection yard on the map with his finger, and then drew a few lines following the route taken by the caravans outside.

"Start with the source of the goods. Who will be the contact, and which direction will they take after receiving the goods? Have your spies keep a close eye on them."

Upon receiving the order, the high-ranking members of the household immediately dispersed and began to act.

Two black-armored guards rushed out of the stone hall with chip fragments and sped away along two different old paths.

Intelligence needs to be transmitted back to the rear nodes, and every detail—where to replenish supplies, where to adjust direction—must be meticulously relayed.

This short-distance route can only barely pass through a few top experts and messengers.

If we want the Abyss army to advance, we need to open up wider roads and secure enough footholds.

Usar withdrew his gaze and walked heavily down from the platform.

The hard bony armor on its back made a grinding sound as it slowly opened to the sides.

He followed the passage deep underground.

At the end of the steps, a faint blue light shone down on him, illuminating his rugged face.

A huge circular altar is deeply embedded in the underground rock strata.

At the very center of the altar, a fist-sized, deep crystal core floats.

The dense black runes all around forcibly confined the space into a narrow rift.

Occasionally, the crack would release the aura of the distant abyss, but it was far too small to accommodate a massive army crossing over.

At this moment, the twelve relatives were kneeling on the outer edge of the altar, desperately pouring their power into it.

Under the intense extraction, some people's skin has become severely dry and cracked.

Dark red blood trickled down between their fingers, but no one dared to pull their hand back.

Usar stepped forward and placed his large palm on the outer edge of the altar.

A continuous hum reverberated from the altar.

The pale blue light was instantly covered by deep purple energy.

The altar surface immediately revealed intricate patterns identical to those on his breastplate.

A dense surge of abyssal power rushed into his body.

The ghostly fire in Usar's eyes suddenly surged, and the dark golden light on the armor on his chest also shone intensely.

He slowly clenched his fist.

His joints cracked repeatedly as power filled his body, and even his bone armor stretched outwards when he clenched his fist.