One strike clears the screen for millions of miles! Ahead lies true hell!

The entire United Fleet was deathly silent.

All alarm sounds had ceased.

All cannon fire had long since extinguished.

All the soldiers, whether of the Longxiang Army, the Aegis Legion, or the Azure Wolf Legion.

Were frozen in place, unmoving, as if under a petrification spell.

They simply stared blankly at the excessively clean starry sky route that had been forcefully “cleared”.

Watching the remnants of the insect swarm, torn to shreds by the aftershocks of the Sword Qi storm, fleeing in panic on both sides of the route.

Their minds were a complete blank.

Is it... over?

That “Void Realm Locust Plague” that had troubled the entire Alliance, even requiring King-Sealing Experts to barely contain it.

Just like that... gone?

Was it... cleared with a single move?

On the bridge of the dragon charger.

Lin Yuan slowly withdrew his hand, placing it behind his back once more.

He glanced at the route he had cleared, then at the scattered, fleeing insect swarms, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

As if he felt a hint of dissatisfaction with the “clearing effect” of his strike.

Then, he turned around, looking at the group of generals behind him, who stood like clay and wooden statues.

His voice remained calm.

“What are you gawking at?”

“Continue forward.”

“Continue... forward?”

Qin Pojun’s lips moved, and he painstakingly repeated those four words.

His mind, even now, still echoed with the world-shattering scene from moments ago.

Billions of Sword Qi, like a reversed galaxy.

The endless insect swarm, melting like ice and snow.

That miraculous scene, beyond the limits of human imagination, had been deeply etched into his Soul, and he would likely never forget it for all eternity.

“Yes, Your Excellency!”

Ultimately, it was his absolute military discipline that made him the first to react.

He suddenly straightened his body and, with all his might, let out a roar!

“My order! All forces! Full speed ahead!!”

The order was transmitted to every warship through the public channel.

However, what answered him was an eerie silence.

It wasn’t insubordination.

But rather... all the warriors had not yet recovered from that extreme shock.

“Are you all deaf?!”

General Barton’s roar followed, his gruff voice filled with the exhilaration and fervor of surviving a catastrophe!

“Didn’t you hear Your Excellency Lin Yuan’s order?! Advance!!”

“Azure Wolf Legion! Keep up!”

Vladimir’s cold voice also rang out.

The orders from the two Legion Commanders finally acted like a bucket of cold water, awakening the still dazed soldiers.

“Yes!!”

“Understood!!”

Responses like roaring mountains and surging seas erupted throughout the fleet!

The next second.

The engines of thousands of warships simultaneously burst forth with brilliant light!

The massive United Fleet, as if infused with infinite courage and faith, transformed into a steel torrent, advancing mightily along the absolutely safe “Miracle Route” cleared by the Sword Qi storm!

The fleet sailed in the center of the route.

Everyone subconsciously looked to both sides of the route.

That was Hell.

Countless Void Realm locust carcasses, mixed with green blood and shattered organs, formed “rivers of flesh and blood” floating in the Universe.

Some lucky locusts that had not died were still twitching weakly, but their bodies had long been sliced to pieces by the sharp Sword Qi.

Further away, the fleeing insect swarms, as if encountering the most terrifying natural enemy in the world, dared not approach this route by even an inch, desperately trying to escape this land of death.

The stark contrast brought a powerful impact!

On one side, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, chaotic and messy.

On the other, absolute safety, flat as a mirror.

And what separated all this was merely a casual wave of that man’s hand.

“Gulp.”

General Barton swallowed hard, looking at the scene outside the window.

He suddenly felt how ridiculous his previous Fear and trepidation about Lin Yuan enslaving the Blackstone Clan had been.

Compared to this scene.

That so-called “Bloodline Chain” forbidden spell was as gentle as charity.

“Monster...”

Vladimir murmured in a low voice, looking at Lin Yuan’s back, his gaze extremely complex.

“He... is not human at all.”

...The fleet was sailing at full speed in the absolutely safe route.

Without the erosion of energy storms, without the threat of spatial rifts, and without the endless harassment of insect swarms.

What was originally a “Death Route” that would take several days and exact a heavy price to pass.

Now, it had become an unobstructed intergalactic highway.

It was estimated that in less than half a day, they would reach their final destination.

—The Eighth Pass, Gate of Heavens Fall!

On the bridge of the dragon charger.

Avrora finally recovered from her immense shock.

Her ice-blue eyes sparkled, unblinking, as she watched the man who had returned to his command chair and was resting with his eyes closed.

There was no longer any Fear in her heart.

Only endless worship and admiration, as brilliant as the star sea!

Too... too handsome!

Is this the power of a god?

Is this his true strength?

The thought that she actually had the opportunity to be by the side of such an existence.

Made Avrora’s little heart pound “thump-thump-thump” incessantly.

She felt like the lucky girl chosen by a god in a fairy tale.

“Sister...”

She couldn’t help but tug at Agatha’s sleeve beside her, asking softly in a trembling, excited tone.

“You say... Your Excellency Lin Yuan, how... how strong is he exactly?”

Agatha did not answer.

She merely gazed quietly at Lin Yuan’s profile.

On her eternally icy beautiful face, her expression was more complex than ever before.

Shock, awe, fanaticism... and a hint of bewilderment that even she hadn’t noticed.

Strong?

That word could no longer describe him.

He was an existence of another dimension.

He was... a god walking among men.

Just as the atmosphere on the bridge once again fell into a strange state of worship and silence.

“Beep—beep—beep—!!!”

An alarm, more urgent and shrill than any before, suddenly blared throughout the entire bridge!

That wasn’t an alarm for detecting danger!

It was... a highest-level, emergency communication request!

“It’s... it’s Gate of Heavens Fall’s highest encrypted channel!”

The communications officer’s voice carried a hint of panic and disbelief!

“Quick! Connect!”

Qin Pojun’s expression changed, and he immediately roared!

The next second.

A holographic projection filled with static and interference appeared in the center of the bridge.

A middle-aged man, wearing a general’s uniform already stained black-red with blood and gunpowder, and with a deep, bone-visible scar on his face, appeared on the screen.

Behind him were towering flames and constantly exploding energy beams!

The entire image was violently shaking, as if it could cut off at any moment!

“This is the Eighth Pass! I am the Garrison Envoy, Li Canglong!”

The man’s hoarse voice, as if he were shouting until his throat broke, came through the electrical current!

“We are under siege by the main Abyssal Demon Kin legion! The defensive line... the defensive line is about to collapse!”

“Repeat! The defensive line is about to collapse!”

“Request... request all friendly forces who receive this signal to immediately provide support!”

“The enemy... there are too many enemies! And... among them, there is a... Monarch!”

“No—!!!”

Before he could finish speaking!

A gigantic demonic claw, as black as ink, filled with evil and destructive aura, descended with a crash from the sky!

Instantly, it smashed Li Canglong’s figure, along with the entire command center behind him, into dust!

Sizzle—

Communication was cut off.

The holographic projection turned completely dark.

The entire bridge was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone’s faces were filled with shock and solemnity!

Gate of Heavens Fall was about to fall!

Abyssal Demon Kin!

And... a Monarch!

Hearing these two words, the man who had been resting with his eyes closed finally slowly opened them.

His deep eyes calmly glanced at the holographic screen that had returned to darkness.

Then.

His gaze seemed to penetrate endless space, looking towards Gate of Heavens Fall.

A cold, playful curve suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Monarch?”

“Perfect.”

“My hand is a little itchy.”

...At the same time.

On the distant Gate of Heavens Fall battlefield.

A starry sky fortress, ten times larger than Black Stone Pass, was currently surrounded by an endless army of demons, all burning with black flames.

The fortress walls were riddled with breaches and flames.

Countless human warriors were engaged in the most brutal hand-to-hand combat with those hideous demons.

And at the highest point of the battlefield.

A terrifying Demon God, a hundred zhang tall, with two horns on his head, four wings on his back, and his entire body covered in lava-like armor, sat upon a throne made of countless wailing Soul skeletons.

He was one of the nine Monarchs of the Abyssal Demon Kin.

—“Heaven-Burning Demonic Lord,” Baal.

He was currently enjoying the desperate slaughter he had personally orchestrated below, with great interest.

Suddenly.

He seemed to sense something.

His eyes, burning with the fires of Hell, sharply turned towards Black Stone Pass.

A cruel, intrigued smile appeared on his face.

“Oh?”

“A very... interesting Sword Qi aura.”

“Which human is coming to die this time?”