Survival for All: I can deconstruct projections and synthesize everything.

In the misty world, the slaughter continues.

The eight ninth-tier warriors were like eight harvesters, slaughtering madly in various areas of the misty world.

They are extremely efficient; every time they strike, they take away tens of millions of lives.

The energy of those lives was extracted and offered as a sacrifice to the God of Mist through a special array, becoming nourishment for his awakening.

The Skyfeather Clan is a race with a body shape similar to dragon people, and a pair of sky-blue wings spread out on their backs.

Their clan is several times stronger than the Holy Spirit Clan.

Although they did not have a grand formation, they did indeed have a true ninth-tier clan leader.

But now...

The high priest stood atop a pile of ruins, a gray, decaying power surging around him.

Beneath his feet lay a once-prosperous city.

Before him lay the patriarch of the Tianyu Clan, whose size was tens of thousands of meters.

This city belongs to the Skyfeather Clan, a powerful race with millions of people.

That Tianyu clansman was none other than the ninth-rank patriarch of the Tianyu clan.

Now, the city has become a desolate ruin.

All the members of the Skyfeather Clan, regardless of age, gender, or strength, were killed and sacrificed.

Their life energy transformed into gray light, flying towards the deepest part of the misty world and merging into the core of the Mist God.

"The seventh one," the high priest murmured, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

He had lived for tens of millions of years and witnessed countless deaths and deaths, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a large-scale massacre.

Billions of lives vanished in just a few hours.

Even he felt somewhat uncomfortable with this feeling.

But he didn't stop.

Because it was the command of the God of Mist, he had to carry it out.

If he doesn't comply, he might be the next one to be sacrificed.

"High Priest, what's the next target?" a voice asked from behind him.

The high priest turned around and saw Wuyin standing behind him, gray mist swirling around him.

The hole Lin Xiao had punched in his chest had healed, but the scar was still clearly visible.

"The Ice Phoenix Clan," the High Priest said, "According to intelligence, there are approximately two million members in the Ice Phoenix Clan's territory."

"His Majesty's order is to leave no one alive, so we must kill them all."

Wuyin nodded and disappeared from the spot.

The high priest took a deep breath and flew towards the direction of the Ice Phoenix Clan.

As long as they avoid Lin Xiao, their operation can still succeed.

They were initially worried about Lin Xiao's existence, but now that His Majesty's avatar has descended, they have temporarily put Lin Xiao out of their minds.

Meanwhile, the other six ninth-tier warriors, including Dark Eclipse, Frostbite, and Soul Devourer, were also engaged in a frenzied slaughter.

Whenever they visited a race, they would kill and sacrifice all the living beings of that race.

No one can escape, no one can resist.

Faced with eight ninth-tier beings, those races whose highest tier was only eighth-tier were utterly powerless to fight back.

Their defensive formations were like paper in front of a ninth-tier opponent, and their counterattacks were like tickling a ninth-tier opponent.

They could only wait in despair for death, for their fate to be sacrificed.

Some races attempted to request aid from the Eternal Alliance, but all their distress signals were intercepted.

The avatar of the God of Mist set up a special barrier around the Eternal Alliance, preventing all communication signals from being transmitted and all requests for help from being delivered.

The Eternal Alliance has become an isolated island.

They were unaware of what was happening outside, unaware that their allies were being slaughtered.

All they knew was that the Misty World had recently become unusually quiet, a quietness that was unsettling.

In the deepest part of the misty world, the avatar of the Mist God hovered beside the core, watching the gray light continuously pour into it, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

"Very good, very good," he said softly, a glint of greed in his eyes.

"Continue, continue the sacrifice."

"If I sacrifice a few more races, my awakening can be brought forward by another month."

"I will be fully awakened once all living beings have been sacrificed."

"At that time, this universe will be mine."

He turned his head and looked at the colorful orb of light next to him.

The colored light within the sphere was already very faint, almost extinguished.

The power of cosmic consciousness is being gradually devoured by the true form of the God of Mist.

"Did you see that?" the avatar said with a smile, his eyes full of mockery.

"Your people are dying one by one."

"And you, you can't do anything."

"I could only watch helplessly as they were sacrificed, as they became my nourishment."

Within the sphere of light, the voice of cosmic consciousness rang out, so faint as to be almost inaudible.

"You...won't...succeed..."

"Lin Xiao... will... stop you..."

The avatar's smile froze, a hint of coldness flashing in its eyes.

"Lin Xiao? That little eighth-tier kid?"

"He doesn't even dare to leave the Eternal Alliance now; he can only hide in his turtle shell and watch helplessly as his allies die one by one."

"Do you think he can stop me?"

Stop dreaming.

"By the time he came out, all living beings were already dead."

"By then, my true form will have awakened."

"And he was just an ant, a lamb to the slaughter."

He paused, then continued, "However, I won't let him die too easily."

"I want him to see with his own eyes how he fails."

"I want him to struggle in despair and perish in fear."

"Just like those allies he abandoned."

The sphere of light fell silent.

The colorful light grew weaker and weaker, becoming increasingly dim.

The last vestiges of cosmic consciousness are slowly dissipating.

The avatar looked at the ball of light, a cruel smile playing on its lips.

"Enjoy your last moments."

"Once all living beings have been sacrificed, you will disappear completely."

"And this universe will also welcome its new master."

He turned around, his gaze piercing through the void, and looked toward the Eternal Alliance.

"Lin Xiao... are you ready?"

"Your end is not far off."

Meanwhile, in the Eternal Alliance, Lin Xiao is in seclusion at the deepest part of the microcosm.

All his energy at this moment was focused on improving his strength.

His miniature universe is undergoing earth-shattering changes.

The nine rules are being deeply integrated, and new rules are constantly being born.

His power is increasing at a terrifying rate.

But time is running out.

There are less than nine months left until the God of Mist fully awakens.

During these nine months, all living beings in the Mist World, except for those of the Eternal Alliance, will be sacrificed.

An unprecedented massacre is unfolding in the misty world.

Lin Xiao, on the other hand, could only go into seclusion to cultivate and wait for that day to arrive.