The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Even Song Gua was feeling uneasy.

"Anything else weird or strange? Any more of that sixth brother hiding in the shadows, not yet making a move? Come on! Bring it on!"

There's one more thing Song Gua didn't say.

Is that all?

If not, I'm going to kill the Dark Emperor!

At this moment, the Dark Emperor, who was still watching from the sidelines, suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone was watching his life.

suddenly.

The world is quiet.

Although, people in space are naturally very quiet.

But in that instant, the silence that Song Gua felt was like the silence when some huge sound came over the world and the surrounding sounds were instantly suppressed!

This is outer space, where would a sound come from?

Therefore, this is not a sound.

Instead, a force capable of suppressing the entire world has arrived!

"boom!!!"

A wormhole opened without warning.

A beam of white light shot out from it.

The diameter of the beam is about a quarter the diameter of the moon.

As soon as Song Gua turned around, he was already submerged in the water.

"Ugh!!!"

In an instant, hundreds of clones fell from Song Gua's body, and they were all pulverized into particles.

This means that Song Gua died hundreds of times in the instant of contact!

The Song hexagram wanted to exchange positions, but it could not.

The space around him seemed to be locked, preventing any form of matter or energy from passing through.

"Could it be! Me, Song Gua! Am I going to die here today?! Aaaaaah!! Am I pretty?!"

The Song hexagram mobilizes all the power within the body.

Unfortunately, with the death of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, Song Gua's strength also declined.

By using the time and space bought by his clones to die in his place, Song Gua's gathered power only slowed down the rate at which his clones died.

"Oops……"

Song Gua looked back.

He was being lifted by this beam of light and was falling towards Earth!

With the power of a beam of light, if it were to hit the Earth, it would be enough to pierce through it!

This beam of light is so enormous that if it were to penetrate the Earth, it would inevitably shatter into countless asteroids and meteorites!

Physical destruction!

Star-destroying power!

Is this the resentment of the Twelfth Patriarch, the final attack he summoned?

An attack launched by a high-ranking member of the Celestial God Clan from an unknown distance possesses the power to destroy stars!

This is the Celestial God Clan!

The battle between Song Gua and the Twelve Patriarchs has yet to reveal their full potential!

This cosmic-scale attack beam was so bright that it resembled a straight sun as it passed near the Celestial Army, illuminating the interiors of all the warships.

The beam of light not only carries destructive power, but also has many strange abilities.

For example, the celestial mechs and celestial warships near it all malfunctioned.

Various alarm sounds echoed in the communication channels of the space force.

"How come there are even bigger ones!"

"Oh no! I saw that the King of Song has been hit!"

"That beam of light is way too big; there's no way to dodge it!"

"It's about to hit Earth! Earth is doomed!"

Inside the spaceship, Miss Butterfly watched as Song Gua was hit, her heart filled with anxiety. She frantically operated the control panel, mobilizing all the army's firepower, hoping to relieve the pressure on Song Gua.

"Save him...save him..."

On Earth, Yue Sheng watched through the warship's surveillance footage as Song Gua's clones within the beam of light gradually withered away, his fists clenched tightly.

"My child, hang in there! In just a few short years, you've been through so much and accomplished things that countless others couldn't. You can definitely create more miracles!"

On Earth, the survivors are also watching this scene.

Because of Song Gua's stubborn resistance, the speed of the beam slowed down.

Otherwise, it wouldn't take more than a few seconds for it to emerge from the wormhole to penetrate the Earth, leaving no time for people to watch the live broadcast.

All living people on Earth are clenching their fists for Song Gua at this moment.

Unable to personally go into space to help, I can only silently protect you.

"The Earth today is suffering from far too many disasters."

"We probably won't survive this ordeal."

"Song Gua's soul has practically flown out of his body from the beating, what hope is there left..."

"I never imagined that after all the sacrifices we made, we would still be destroyed in the end."

"As expected, all worlds that awaken extraordinary powers will eventually face destruction."

Now, Song Gua also understands a problem that he hadn't been able to figure out before.

Why are there so many illusions? The original world was very powerful and had no internal or external troubles.

Did it ultimately perish?

Very simple.

When the Celestials discovered that their laissez-faire approach to destruction, without investing much effort, was ultimately ineffective.

They could then request permission from a higher-ranking member of their race to destroy that world directly with cosmic-level power.

An attack from a mysterious wormhole.

Not only was Song Gua's ability to exchange positions blocked, but the Dark Artifact was also sealed tightly.

Song Gua is now like being in a boxing ring, with his limbs firmly pinned down by his opponent.

Despite possessing exceptional skills, he was overwhelmed by the enemy's sheer power and could not utilize any of them.

The clones are constantly replacing the Song hexagram in death.

The number of clones that can be created is also limited.

Even though Song Gua was unwilling to let those clones who had accompanied him all the way die in his place, in the end, he had no choice.

The number of clones is rapidly decreasing.

Thirty thousand...twenty thousand...ten thousand...five thousand...three thousand...one thousand...two hundred...two hundred...

Huozi: "Old thief! Gone. Last words? I've never thought about such things. I wanted to say... thank you for making me the first clone with a name and identity. Oh, right, my gathering core, you'd better take good care of it. Don't hoard any extra resources, what are you hoarding for! Feed the core and upgrade it!"

Monkey King: "Damn it! I hadn't even succeeded in my rebellion before that old thief cruelly murdered me! Fine, without a main body, there's no clone. If I'm going to die, I'm going to die. As the first lucky clone to obtain the job change gold medal, I have to be ahead of Blood Bro in line!"

Blood Brother: "Oh, the city's darkness, may you remain safe in a future without me, this Batman. Old thief, I haven't done much for you on the front lines, so let me take one last blow for you!"

Ghost Bro: "Each version has its own god, each version nerfs me! Damn it, why doesn't this final boss have a bunch of minions? Old thief, if we have a chance to resurrect, I'll definitely find a way to turn my clones into undead summons, or beast taming! My main strategy is self-sufficiency, stepping on my own left foot while spiraling upwards!"

Nanfeng: "So, even after the finale, I still don't have a nickname? Oh well, you old rascal, remember to give me a nickname next time, a really badass one!"

Pao Ge: "Old thief, can you give me more opportunities to lead a team on my own next time? I'm not some nobody, always making me fire from afar, sigh!"

Fog Bro: "Old thief, do you think I change fast?"

Night King: "I finally feel like I exist? You old scoundrel, you finally remembered me?"

Magnet Bro: "Four are not a problem, I'll go first."

Four items:

"♫What lies beyond the mountain? It's the heroic spirit of warriors~"

♫ is the new world they risked their lives to protect~

What lies beyond the river? Desperate destruction.

She gazed into the distance, tears streaming down her face.

♫ Peace returns…