Those who reincarnate must die.

With a water attribute of 9999 points, Zhang Lang's brain's computing power even surpasses that of a supercomputer. However, as the saying goes, computing power does not necessarily mean "intelligence." He may not be much different from ordinary people in some decision-making, but in simple calculation problems, he is enough to crush almost everyone.

Soon, Zhang Lang visualized the specific target location in his mind. It was so clear that it seemed as if it were right in front of him and within reach.

Start!

Zhang Lang concentrated his energy, and as he waved his hands, the air in front of him began to ripple unnaturally, like the hot air currents generated by burning flames.

But soon, Le Xinyi and Cheng Siyun sensed something different. Because the disturbance wasn't in the air, but something more fundamental… space!

After the last mission, Zhang Lang secretly tested this ability to influence space a few times, made some improvements, and is now becoming more and more proficient. Soon, a spatial rift appeared before his eyes.

"Are you really going?" Cheng Siyun asked worriedly. "Be careful, it might be a trap based on just a few messages from Wang Defa."

"There isn't much information, but it's certain that these coordinates point to a world of the Shen race." Zhang Lang looked at Le Xinyi and Cheng Siyun. "Something must have happened to that world. If the control value collapses, the entire Shen race will be wiped out. I have no choice!"

"But..." Yue Xinyi was still worried, but Zhang Lang waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, apart from the Wrath of the Gods, no one can stop me. And if we really have nowhere to turn, I can tear through space and escape to other worlds."

"The construction of this base is nearing completion. Once the main quest is finished, you can return to normal and convert all the points you've earned into strength. I have a feeling that regardless of whether we can hold out this period, a fierce battle is imminent. True strength is the foundation for survival."

After saying that, Zhang Lang plunged into the spacetime rift.

The spacetime rifts are filled with deadly turbulence; ordinary creatures that enter are instantly torn to shreds, but Zhang Lang swims through them as freely as if he were playing in a pool.

Guided by the directions in his mind, Zhang Lang traveled at high speed, passing through one spatial node after another. These were different parallel worlds of the main world, which were the countless mission worlds of the Shen Clan.

In the end, Zhang Lang locked onto a world that shone brightly in the void, like the morning star in the night sky, making the countless other worlds around it pale in comparison.

No wonder more than twenty teams entered; this is a very powerful world.

Zhang Lang made a preliminary assessment of the world's difficulty level, and then plunged headlong into it.

In this powerful world, even the spatial barriers were exceptionally strong. Zhang Lang had to expend a great deal of his inner strength to barely tear open a gap and squeeze through.

The scene was one of utter devastation!

Collapsed city walls, crumbling mountains, burning forests, and corpses scattered across the hillsides... including various animal monsters and humans.

Zhang Lang frowned. Just then, a loud rumbling sound came from afar. Looking up, he could see flames rising beyond the horizon.

There's fighting over there!

Zhang Lang accelerated and rushed forward, unleashing his explosive energy halfway through, which then enveloped the world.

The sounds of the battle in the distance subsided considerably. When Zhang Lang arrived, he saw a group of You tribe heroes slaughtering people in a human town. However, they were all looking at their feathered hands, seemingly puzzled as to why they couldn't use their skills.

Without uttering a single wasted word, Zhang Lang descended from the sky and slaughtered the entire group of birdmen.

He didn't even need to extract information from prisoners; under the influence of the collapsing force, the world held no secrets in his eyes.

After the great war, all twelve races suffered losses, with the weaker races losing more members. For example, the You race, those whom Zhang Lang just killed were the last survivors.

In contrast, the Chen, Yin, and Chou clans are all in good health and still very strong. The three are currently working together, seemingly negotiating the ultimate fate of this world.

No sign of the Wrathful Ironjaws...

As for the Shen Clan, the first, second, and fifth altars have all come to this world. Although they have the advantage of home ground, they have suffered heavy casualties due to being targeted by other races. The remaining people have gathered together, and Wang Defa is among them.

These last survivors of the Shen tribe are holding a temple, which is being besieged by the Wu, Xu, Hai, and Wei tribes.

In terms of raw power, the old, weak, sick, and disabled members of the Shen clan were no match for the four major races and eight teams. However, the temple seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power, an extremely strong and dense power. Even Zhang Lang's collapsing force, which covered it, could not be instantly dissolved. With the continuous replenishment within the temple, it actually neutralized the collapsing force.

Realizing that it was this force protecting the Shen clan, Zhang Lang withdrew his explosive power, took to the air, and flew straight towards the temple.

Let's save the survivors of the Shen tribe first.

"The sacred barrier won't last much longer..." The high priest in the temple held his scepter, his face solemn.

"What happened?" the strong black warrior Tanka asked anxiously. At this moment, his left arm had been severed at the shoulder, but thanks to his strong vitality, the wound had closed up and there were even signs of regeneration.

"An unknown force just descended and suddenly weakened a lot of divine power." The high priest looked up at the statue behind him.

It was a statue of a holy goddess, draped in a pure white robe, holding a crystal ball in her left hand and a cross-shaped sword longer than her own height in her right, exuding both holiness and majesty.

"Great and supreme goddess, this world has reached its end. Only your descent to earth can end all disasters. Please bestow more divine power!"

As one of the empire's most powerful mages, the High Priest had been researching methods to communicate with the gods for many years. However, before he could even hear the gods' teachings, a group of extraterrestrial demons suddenly descended upon the world and destroyed the powerful empire in just a few days. If it weren't for the heroes who came to help resist them, the temple would probably have been destroyed long ago.

"What's the use of begging her now?" a middle-aged woman with curly hair shouted angrily. "Such a big thing has happened, and she hasn't even said a word. What kind of god is she!"

"You... how could you blaspheme the gods?" The high priest was both shocked and furious. If it were in the past, he would have punished anyone who uttered such blasphemous words immediately. But these were extraordinary times, and he had also witnessed the extraordinary strength of this curly-haired woman.

"Sister Zhen, don't worry..." Wang Defa calmed the curly-haired woman down, then turned to the High Priest and asked, "You just said that the divine power barrier has been weakened?"

The high priest nodded: "That's right. Suddenly, without any warning, a large amount of divine power was consumed out of thin air, as if it had been erased! Could this be a new tactic of those extraterrestrial demons?"

"Haha!" Wang Defa suddenly burst into laughter upon hearing this: "Everyone, don't worry, we're saved!"