Devour: Trade the future, abstract to godhood!

Some fled, some took advantage of the chaos, some were confident they could turn the tables, and some engaged in a one-on-one fight.

The scene was in complete chaos.

They can't kill them all.

There's no way to kill them all.

Wei Wen's five divine weapons were all shot down by him – they were all used as disposable flying swords.

Without him.

I'm just too lazy to chase after things; I prefer to stay put.

"Why aren't there any telekinetic weapons that automatically retract?"

"If I had known about the Illusionary God Weapon, I would have only brought one."

"What a miscalculation!"

I glanced at the rankings—109!

The team was slacking off too much in the early stages, resulting in a very slow ranking improvement.

I estimate I'll be at the bottom of the four.

Wei Wen couldn't help but set his sights on Rong Jun.

The heavy earth domain clashed with the violent lightning domain, but Rong Jun was suppressing the Thunder God!

Rong Jun's combat skills were extremely high, yet they did not appear flashy.

The short knife in his hand was wielded with ease, slashing, thrusting, and parrying with concise, decisive strokes that struck at vital points, always managing to attack where the enemy had to defend.

This kept Thor on the defensive, leaving him unable to find an opportunity to attack.

"what!!!"

Thor finally unleashed his power, activating all nine layers of his lightning domain!

The lightning bolt split into three, unleashing the second level of Thunder Punishment - Thunder Slash, which attacked from three directions!

Secret Technique: Three Thousand Thunderclaps!

It is the strongest movement technique of Lord Kabu, combining the lightning domain and the time mirror. At its highest level, it can create three thousand lightning phantom bodies!

"Good timing!"

Rong Jun also moved swiftly, splitting into two spatial illusions along with his main body to meet the three lightning illusions.

"Behold my self-created secret technique, Blade Technique Three!"

The earthy yellow blade light clashed and annihilated with the blue-purple lightning.

The situation reached a stalemate, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

The two were fighting fiercely.

Wei Wen narrowed his eyes, activated the Illusionary Divine Weapon and shot it out, striking the two people beside them.

Clang!!!

Amidst a deafening clang of metal clashing, a black figure tumbled out of the void, completely enveloped in close-fitting battle armor, his body radiating clear spatial fluctuations.

With just a step back, it vanished into the void once more.

"This feeling"

If he weren't from a different world region than Luo Feng, I would have almost thought he was a clone of the Demon Slayer Clan.

"call out--"

The Illusionary God Soldier accelerated and knocked him out of the void once again.

"Hmm?" the other person asked in confusion, "You can see through my aerial maneuvers?"

"You sneaky bastard, die!" Wei Wen said coldly.

The Illusionary Divine Weapon splits into nine to form a sword formation. Starting at zero frames, the sword light overflows, annihilating all life within the formation.

The third level: Sword Domain!

The attacker was cut into tiny pieces, but then glued back together in the next moment.

"An energy life form?" Wei Wen asked in surprise, "Is this a clone of the Demon Slayer Clan? That doesn't make sense! The Demon Slayer Clan is an alien race, and where did this soul come from to log into the virtual universe network?"

"Tch!" The black figure sneered, "My Shadow Clan is an assassination race even stronger than the Demon Slayer Clan! You dare to obstruct my hunting ceremony, so I'll kill you first!"

The sound was elusive, coming from all directions.

Then look at the Shadow Clan members.

It has already transformed into countless forms, spreading throughout the surrounding space.

At first glance, it was impossible to tell whether it was a spatial illusion or a phantom.

Rong Jun and Lei Shen, who were locked in a passionate battle, were both distracted and came over.

Put yourself in their shoes.

If I were Wei Wen, I would also find it extremely difficult.

Don't say it.

Wei Wen lacks area-of-effect attacks, so he really can't clear the field quickly.

so.

He chose to attack indiscriminately!

The Tragedy of Time - Open!

The pull from the immense power of time caused the Shadow Clan to immediately feel unwell.

Ninety percent of the illusions shattered completely, and the spatial illusions piled up like mosaics, making it impossible to perfectly control the details.

The location of the host body is exposed.

Sword Domain!

This time, a sword formation composed of eighteen illusory divine weapons shredded the Shadow Clan into millimeter-sized fragments.

That strange self-healing ability immediately failed.

Sold out instantly!

Rong Jun was amazed by how clean and efficient the work was.

The Shadow Clan, known as "humanity's own demon-slaying race," are notoriously difficult to deal with.

Just like that, you killed him?

Rong Jun was unaware.

The Time's Lament was also Wei Wen's trump card, and the fact that the Shadow Clan forced him to use it was already something to be proud of.

"Countdown: 60 second!"

This prompt was issued.

Rong Jun and Thor exchanged a regretful glance.

They tacitly put away their weapons.

"You're quite good." Rong Jun grinned broadly. "It's a pity we met too late. I look forward to fighting you again!"

"I've been looking for you!" Thor said, displeased. "I had so many people spread the word, but no one told you?"

"Oh, I just chop people up whenever I see them, so the message won't get back to me."

"No wonder."

Rong Jun did not forget to extend a challenge to Wei Wen.

"You're very strong too, we must have a match sometime!"

"We'll meet in the finals," Wei Wen said with a smile. "But don't fall down before then."

"Good! Hahahaha!" Rong Jun laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

After a brief conversation, the countdown ended.

The vast world was reduced to data points, and the consciousness of all survivors within it was expelled.

Preliminaries are over!

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

Wei Wen and the other three appeared simultaneously, their auxiliary optical computers on their wrists pulsating violently.

The people waiting in the lounge gathered around, mainly Luo Feng's family, and Thor's daughter was also there.

Wei Wen and Hong were also busy checking the rankings of their respective targets.

—Although Ji Qing had become the disciple of the Illusionary Spirit King, he couldn't help but get involved in such a prosperous era.

"Wow!"

Babata shouted excitedly—

"You're all ranked in the top 100 in the world, our communications are overwhelmed!"

"Luo Feng, ranked 39th in the 1st World Zone, currently has 1453 call requests and 8492 emails!"

"Thor is ranked 42nd, Hong is ranked 51st, and Wei Wen is ranked 51st."

"what?"

"You're number one?!"

clam?

Wei Wen himself was surprised when he opened the list.