High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

On the icy plain, Song Chen's speech was nearing its end.

He looked at the hundreds of thousands of strange beasts kneeling at his feet, and at the faint flashes of light cast by global orbital satellites against the polar night sky, and took a deep breath.

"Fifty years ago, a meteorite fell on this planet, and humanity was forced to retreat behind high walls, living like prisoners."

"Fifty years later, the high walls are still there, but the prisoners are no longer human."

"The peace you once thought would never come is now right before your eyes."

"Go, go and clear out the remaining beasts, take back the land, and rebuild your home."

"Peace is never bestowed by others; it is earned through our own struggle."

"You fight this battle, but I'll handle the ones in the ocean."

He finished speaking, and a brief silence fell over the ice field.

Then hundreds of thousands of strange beasts simultaneously let out low whimpers, a sound of submission.

The Ice Demon Ape King was the first to press its forehead against the ice and let out a long howl, the Arctic Snow Wolf howled to the sky, the Ice Ridge Bear roared and slapped the ice, and the Frostwing Eagle circled in the air, emitting a sharp cry.

The sounds of hundreds of thousands of strange beasts converged on the Arctic ice cap, creating a deafening roar.

Billions of people around the world watched this scene through satellite images, and countless people were speechless.

On the city wall of Shangjing, a retired old martial artist stood by the crenellation, leaning on a cane, tears streaming down his wrinkled face.

He fought in the North for forty years, losing a leg and three sons.

He stared at the young man on the screen and the sea of ​​strange beasts kneeling at his feet, his lips trembling for a long time before he could finally speak.

"Forty years... I've been fighting for forty years, and I've never seen this day before."

A young soldier next to him held his arm, his eyes red-rimmed.

The old man patted the soldier's hand: "Don't cry, you shouldn't be crying today."

The soldier wiped away his tears and nodded vigorously.

When Song Chen arrived on the ground, the Ice Demon Ape King was still kneeling in the same spot, its forehead still pressed against the ice.

Song Chen paused as he walked past it: "Take them back. The alliance is in effect from today. I forgive you."

The Ice Demon Ape King raised its head, its eyes reflecting the aurora: "Councilor Song, the strange beasts of the Arctic Circle want to ask you a question."

"explain."

"You just said you would deal with the beast king in the ocean, so what will happen after you're done?"

"Would humans also exterminate even low-level marine creatures?"

Song Chen looked at it; he had actually already thought about this problem.

"No, humans need alien beasts. A complete psionic ecosystem needs alien beasts."

"After the war, humanity will designate areas for the preservation of alien beasts, just like your Ice Demon race preserves a quarter of Greenland's territory."

"Not all beasts have to die, but not all beasts can live either. You'll have to fight for those conditions yourselves."

He turned and walked south, leaving behind his last words.

"From this day forward, the rules of this planet have changed. Humanity has once again become the master of this planet. Remember this."

Song Chen walked to the edge of the ice sheet and stood for a while in the darkness of the polar night.

The global live broadcast has ended, and the communication channels have returned to silence.

The strange beasts on the ice plains are dispersing in an orderly fashion: the polar snow wolves are heading north, the ice-spine bears are heading east, and the frost-winged eagles are taking to the skies again.

The Ice Demon Ape King led its people deeper into Greenland, its silhouette appearing exceptionally aged under the aurora.

The scene of hundreds of thousands of strange beasts dispersing was quiet and orderly, without chaos or trampling.

The discipline they displayed at this moment surprised Song Chen. Perhaps in the world of alien beasts, submission itself is a kind of order.

Song Chen sat down on an ice rock. The polar night sky lay quietly overhead, and the green aurora borealis resembled a slowly flowing river.

Four hundred thousand units of Qi and blood circulate smoothly in the meridians, and the passive repair of the eternal body keeps the body in its best condition at all times.

From small restaurants in the Canary Islands to the rainforests of South America, from the Great Rift Valley of Africa to the coastline of Australia, from the ancestral Arctic home of the Sirius tribe to the ice caps of Greenland, he fought his way across the entire globe.

The land has been cleared, but there is still the ocean, the psionic vortex, the whale king and the sea dragon king, and the truth that humanity has been waiting for for fifty years in the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

He took out a communicator from the storage space and turned on the number for Anning City.

I answered it after it rang once.

"mom."

"Xiao Chen." Li Xiuying's voice was hoarse from crying.

"I saw you on TV just now. You were standing on that ice, with so many strange beasts kneeling behind you. You've lost weight, Xiao Chen. Did you not eat properly again?"

"have eaten."

"Mom, I'm a little tired and I want to come back for a visit."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

Then Li Xiuying's voice became very gentle: "Come back, Mom will make you braised pork."

"Um."

Song Chen hung up the call and put his phone back in his pocket.

Then he stood up from the ice rock and stretched his shoulders.

He looked south, towards Anning City, towards home.

For some reason, he suddenly had a strong urge to go back and take a look, even though it hadn't been long since he last left.

Perhaps it's because I've been through too much lately.

Void traversal activated, target: home.