Lightning strike! One man is an army, his sword's edge turns everything to scorched earth!

Above the dim yellow wilderness.

A golden streak of light tore through the silent earth at a speed that transcended the limits of vision!

That was not teleportation.

It was the ultimate manifestation of pure speed!

Lin Yuan's figure left a long, lingering golden afterimage in the air.

The ground beneath his feet, unable to withstand that terrifying explosive force, cracked inch by inch the moment he passed, flipping outward to both sides and forming a straight trench!

The rocks and withered trees along the way—anything that blocked his path—were cut, shattered, and turned into dust the instant they touched the invisible layer of Sword Qi protecting his body!

This was Lin Yuan's speed!

It carried not a hint of smoke or fire, yet it was swifter and more overbearing than the most violent thunder!

"Screech—!"

A sharp screech suddenly rang out from a pile of rubble on the left!

Dozens of monsters, shaped like praying mantises but comparable in size to armored vehicles and covered in blue-black carapaces, suddenly burst from their hiding place!

They were Void Slicers.

They were extremely fast, and the bone blades on their forelimbs were sharper than even special alloys!

On the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, once a human squad of a hundred people was targeted by them, there was almost no possibility of survival!

At this moment, their target was that golden streak of light!

Dozens of blue-black figures turned into an interlocking web of blades, slashing fiercely at Lin Yuan from all directions!

They blocked all routes of advance!

However.

Lin Yuan did not even glance at them.

His speed did not slow down in the slightest!

Just as those sharp bone blades were about to touch his body.

"Hum—"

A faint sound of a sword hummed.

Centered on Lin Yuan's body, a golden ripple, thin as a cicada's wing, suddenly expanded!

The ripple swept across the bodies of all the Void Slicers.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Those dozens of fierce monsters remained frozen in mid-air, maintaining their posture of slashing and pouncing.

The next second.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

A rapid series of muffled sounds, like watermelons exploding!

Those dozens of Void Slicers, their hard carapaces, sharp bone blades, and their very bodies, all exploded into thick mists of blood at the same time, without warning!

Not even a single piece of intact flesh remained!

One-shot kill with a sword?

No.

Lin Yuan hadn't even drawn his sword.

Merely his protective Sword Intent had completely obliterated these monsters that would have brought despair to ordinary soldiers!

He didn't even pause for a thousandth of a second.

The golden streak of light passed through the freshly exploded blood mist and continued forward!

This was just the beginning.

After traveling no more than a few kilometers.

The earth suddenly shook violently!

Rumble! Rumble!

A small hill in front suddenly exploded!

A terrifying giant beast, shaped like a small fortress, covered in bony spikes, and resembling a giant pangolin, suddenly burst out from underground!

Void Excavator!

A terrifying war beast known for its defensive power!

It opened its massive maw, capable of swallowing a tank, and let out a deafening roar. An earth-yellow energy wave, filled with the aura of decay and death, descended upon Lin Yuan.

Death Wither!

This was a terrifying area-of-effect attack capable of turning a radius of a thousand meters into a forbidden zone for life!

Facing this world-destroying strike.

Lin Yuan's response remained simple.

He didn't even make any unnecessary movements.

He merely flicked his finger while charging forward at high speed.

"Swish!"

A tiny thread of golden Sword Qi shot out from his fingertip like lightning.

That Sword Qi, seemingly slender, appeared to ignore the distance of space.

At the very moment before the earth-yellow energy wave was about to erupt.

It precisely pierced into the center of the Void Excavator's forehead.

"..."

The Void Excavator's massive body suddenly stiffened.

A trace of confusion flashed in its murky eyes.

Immediately after.

"Puchi—"

A golden light emerged from the back of its head.

Then.

Boom!!!

That hill-sized head exploded with a roar!

The massive body, losing its support, slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Lin Yuan's figure passed through the dust, his speed not diminishing in the slightest.

On the path he traveled, blood mist exploded behind him.

In the places he passed, corpses paved the ground beneath his feet.

Unstoppable!

He was like an invincible sharp sword piercing through the entire battlefield!

Any existence that dared to block his path, whether one or a group, whether speed-type or strength-type.

There was only one outcome.

That was, death!

...

Meanwhile.

Wailing Canyon.

This was one of the famous dead zones on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.

The sides of the canyon were steep cliffs thousands of meters high, shrouded in black fog all year round, never seeing the sun.

Inside the canyon, the terrain was complex, riddled with countless natural caves and fissures; it was the favorite nest of the Shadow Demon race.

At this moment.

In a relatively open basin deep within the canyon.

A desperate battle had been raging for over six hours.

"Captain! We can't hold on! The Power Armor energy for No. 3 and No. 7 has completely run out!"

"Our heavy firepower ammunition ran out two hours ago!"

"Left flank! There's a gap in the left flank! Damn it! These ghosts are crawling out of the shadows again!"

A dozen soldiers from North Bear Country, wearing heavy Power Armor, stood back-to-back, forming a small circular defensive position.

They were the most elite special forces of North Bear Country—the Winter Wolves.

Every one of them was a battle-hardened, iron-blooded tough guy.

But at this moment, every one of their faces was filled with exhaustion and despair.

Their Power Armor was covered in claw marks and signs of corrosion, and several of the suits had electric sparks shooting from their joints.

Surrounding their position, in the darkness, were thousands of ghostly black figures.

Shadow Demons!

They had no fixed form, appearing like flowing masses of shadow, capable of easily blending into any darkness to launch lethal sneak attacks.

And further away, in the shadows of the canyon.

Three pairs of huge, scarlet eyes were coldly watching all of this.

Those were three Lord-level Shadow Demons!

"Huff... huff..."

The captain of the Winter Wolves, a one-eyed, burly man named Ivan, used the high-frequency combat blade in his hand to forcefully split an attacking Shadow Demon in two.

He glanced at the energy warning on his tactical panel, which had turned red, and then looked at his wounded brothers beside him.

A trace of tragic determination flashed in his single eye.

"Brothers!"

He roared with all his might.

"It looks like we're going to end up here today!"

"But! We are the Winter Wolves! We are the pride of North Bear!"

"Even if we die! We'll take these sons of bitches down with us!"

"Pour your last bit of energy into your weapons! Prepare... to charge with me!"

Hearing their captain's roar, the final, frantic Battle Intent ignited in the eyes of all the Winter Wolves members!

They knew that rescue was no longer possible.

This was Wailing Canyon, the nest of the Shadow Demons!

Even if the main force from the Demon Suppressing Pass arrived, they would only be able to collect their corpses!

Just at the moment Ivan raised his combat blade high, preparing to give the final order to charge.

He suddenly stopped.

He jerked his head up and looked toward the entrance of the canyon.

There.

He felt an unprecedented, terrifying aura.

That aura was overbearing, sharp, and as brilliant as the sun!

It was as if a golden sun was rushing into this eternal, dark canyon at an incredible speed!

Ivan's pupils constricted sharply.

"What... what is that?"