I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Fu Shiwei and Fu Wanqing stood side by side on the other side of the middle section.

Fu Shiwei's longsword sliced ​​open the chest cavity of a Titan-class monster, while Fu Wanqing's ancient martial arts essence repelled another Titan-class monster.

The two sisters stood back to back, one wielding a knife and the other a palm, like two lighthouses side by side, tearing open one gash after another in the black tide.

Titan-level corpses piled up like mountains at their feet.

But the black tide continued to surge; after killing one, ten more would rush up.

At this moment, all the powerful figures in the God-Making Project were engaged in battle.

Edgar Holt, the Thunder Rider of America, took off from behind the defense, his body crackling with electricity, forming a thundercloud.

He clasped his hands together, and dozens of lightning bolts as thick as water buckets rained down from the sky, blasting the densest swarms of insects on the northern section of the riverbank into charred remains.

He landed amidst crackling electricity, his military boots treading on the scorched sand, like a god emerging from a thunderstorm.

The Russian Federation's Aurora Warrior Lyudmila Ivanova followed closely behind.

She had long, silver-white hair, and with her arms outstretched, an aurora-colored energy barrier spread out in front of her, freezing all the skeletal knights who rushed up in mid-air.

With a wave of her hand, the ice sculptures shattered into countless crystal dust.

Madeleine Bernard, the French judge of light, stood beside her, a longsword made of pure light materializing in her hand.

With a single slash, the lightsaber cleaved through the black mist covering the entire riverbank.

The German steel icon, Heinrich Wolf, single-handedly plugged the largest gap in the southern section.

His body was completely metallic, like a mobile steel fortress.

He punched down, smashing the head of a metal stitched monster into a disc.

Carlos Mendes, the king of the Brazilian jungle, summons countless vines that emerge from the ground to entangle worms and bone-eating insects.

Samuel Nkomo, the master of sandstorms in South Africa, unleashed a sandstorm that swept parasitic bee swarms into the sky.

Rajesh Singh, the incarnation of the Indian monkey god, leaps into the formation of the skeleton knights, each punch and kick carrying the weight of a mountain.

Kirishima Kun, the demon sword of the Sakura Kingdom, has a sword technique so bizarre that it seems to grow out of the shadows. Every time she strikes, a calamity silently splits in two.

Jack Hartman, the Abyss Lancer from Australia, rode a massive mechanical horse, his lance dragging on the ground, carving a bloody path through the swarm of insects.

More than twenty god-creating experts, along with Gu Yan and several other women, represented the pinnacle of human combat power.

For the first time, the Kuroshio's offensive showed signs of weakening.

The riverbank was piled high with the remnants of disaster, and the vanguard of the Kuroshio Current on the opposite bank was pushed back a full kilometer.

The soldiers' morale reached its peak, and some began to shout "Counterattack!"

Gu Yan severed the right arm of the King of the Scepters.

Lin Jinyu shattered half of the Green Flame Giant's body.

Pei Yuran pierced the core of the Ice Crystal King.

Chiyomiya Hanyu's sealing array shredded the snake-tailed woman.

Shen Youyao's spiritual spear destroyed the black-robed old man's sea of ​​consciousness.

The five Calamity Kings, severely wounded, retreated into the depths of the Black Tide.

Humans are subtly gaining the upper hand.

Just then, the entire battlefield suddenly fell silent.

It's not that the fighting has stopped, it's that the sound has disappeared.

The sounds of gunfire, explosions, screams, and shouts of battle all vanished in the same instant.

The great river no longer surges, and the dragon's shadow no longer appears in the sky.

Everyone froze, as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button.

Then, the Kuroshio Current split in the middle.

A crack appeared in the very center of that black wasteland, as if someone had cleaved the earth in two with a knife.

Two figures emerged from the crack.

They have no wings, yet they float on the surface of the river.

They look almost exactly like humans.

The one on the left is a man, wearing a jet-black robe, with an unusually handsome face, skin so white it was almost bloodless, and eyes that were pure gold.

The one on the right is a woman, wearing a long silver-white dress, with long hair that reaches her ankles. She is so beautiful that it's hard to look directly at her, and her pupils are a deep purple.

They stood atop the black tide, like two deities emerging from the abyss.

That's enough.

A male voice rang out.

The voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, as if someone were speaking directly into their minds.

"Human resistance ends here."

A woman's voice followed, gentle as if soothing a child to sleep.

"Our planet has run out of resources."

"We need your planet."

"You can continue to live, as slaves."

"We allow you to retain a portion of your land, to reproduce, and to allow your culture to exist."

"This is the final act of mercy."

The whole world fell silent.

No one speaks.

The soldiers gripped their guns, their fingers trembling on the triggers.

The generals stood in the command post, their faces ashen.

The chat in the live stream stopped, as if the whole world had held its breath at the same time.

Gu Yan stood at the very front of the river embankment.

He was covered in blood, with his demon-slaying sword stuck in the ground to support his body.

He looked up at the two figures floating on the river.

His eyes were bright, like two flames that refused to go out in a storm.

"impossible."

He said.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone heard it.

The two figures looked at him at the same time.

The male King of Calamity tilted his head slightly, a very faint hint of interest flashing in his golden eyes.

"You are Gu Yan."

"That human who killed so many of our people."

"You are special."

"But being special doesn't change the outcome."

"Your world is destined to belong to us."

"I told you, it's impossible."

Gu Yan pulled the Demon-Slaying Blade from the ground, its tip pointing towards the opposite bank of the river.

"This is my home."

"If you want to come, step over my dead body."

The two calamity kings remained silent.

They moved at the same time.

The male calamity king raised his right hand, and a pitch-black barrier rose out of thin air on the river, separating Gu Yan from the defensive line behind her.

The Queen of Calamities chuckled, flicking a wisp of silver light from her fingertip. The light exploded in mid-air, transforming into thousands of silver needles that rained down on Gu Yan.

Gu Yan swung his sword to parry.

The light from the Demon-Slaying Blade wove a silver net in front of him, and the silver needles struck the net with a clanging sound, sparks flying everywhere.

But his arm was numb from the shock.

The force behind each silver needle was frighteningly heavy.

He fought and retreated, leaving deep pits in the river embankment beneath his feet.

The male King of Calamity lunged forward and struck down with his palm.

Gu Yan blocked the attack with his sword, but the palm strike forced his knees to bend, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed with a deafening roar.

His hand was split open, and blood was flowing down the hilt of the knife.

"Is that all you've got?"

The male King of Calamity spoke indifferently, his golden pupils reflecting Gu Yan's face as she gritted her teeth and endured the pain.

"Those you killed were nothing more than our servants."

"You think that if you beat them, you can beat us?"