298: One person is a natural disaster

The starry sky was deathly silent.

Time and space seemed to have been pressed with a pause button the moment Lin Fan stepped out of the base's gate.

The muzzles of all the cannons on the two massive fleets shimmered with the destructive light of energy about to overflow. Thousands of Demonic Energy warships and Shadow Hall fleets, like two black clouds of death, completely enveloped that tiny figure.

On the flagship of the Heavenly Charm Sect, that Old Ancestor of the Body Integration Early Stage, Old Ancestor Moluo, saw that lonely figure walking out through layers of surveillance Formations.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"One person?"

"The defensive Formation of Qingmu Star is on the verge of collapse. Have they given up resistance and sent someone out to beg for mercy?"

Beside him, the commander of Shadow Hall, a gaunt figure shrouded in black mist, let out a hoarse, cold laugh.

"Begging for mercy? It's too late. Daring to harbor a traitor of my Shadow Hall, the entire Qingmu Star shall be ground into dust."

"No matter who he is, fire the cannons."

"Crush him."

Old Ancestor Moluo nodded, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

He loved the feeling of completely crushing hope.

"Fire!"

With the order given.

Hum—!!!

The main cannons of thousands of warships, in the same instant, spat out a fury capable of tearing apart stars!

Jet-black beams of Demonic Energy and space-distorting shadow rays, like millions of violent Dragons, wove into a death net that covered the sky and earth, crazily biting toward that lonely figure from all directions!

This was a saturation-style destructive strike with no suspense whatsoever.

Under this strike, even a planet would be instantly vaporized.

Inside the Main Control Room of the base, Zhao Linger, Fatty Zhang, and the others saw this apocalyptic scene through the gap of the slowly closing gate.

Everyone's heart stopped beating at this moment.

However, Lin Fan, who was at the center of the destructive storm, had no expression on his face.

He didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply, casually, raised his right hand.

Just at the moment before the world-destroying torrent of energy was about to touch his body.

A terrifying phantom, magnificent beyond description and composed of shattered galaxies and a Divine Kingdom of death, appeared silently behind him.

That was a corner of the Divine Silence Ruins!

As Lin Fan's mind stirred, that "temporary control authority" was used by him for the first time.

From the depths of that terrifying phantom, a wisp of gray, inconspicuous airflow floated out.

It was not energy, nor was it Law; it was a miniature "Law storm".

The gray airflow met the torrent of energy capable of destroying the Star Domain.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was no roar of Laws colliding.

It was like a red-hot iron rod falling into an endless deep sea.

Those thousands of violent energy beams, the moment they touched the gray airflow, were annihilated silently.

They were not neutralized, nor were they defeated.

The concept of "existence" was erased.

Light, sound, energy, Law... everything was reduced to the purest "nothingness" before that wisp of gray airflow.

As if they had never appeared.

One second.

Just one second.

The energy storm that had swept through the starry sky disappeared without a trace.

Only that lonely figure remained, along with the terrifying phantom behind him that was slowly fading, causing Souls to tremble.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

On the flagship of the Heavenly Charm Sect, the cruel smile on Old Ancestor Moluo's face froze completely. He stared fixedly at the light screen, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

"Wh... what is going on?"

"Where is the attack? What about the salvo from our thousands of warships?"

No one could answer him.

The Shadow Hall commander, that body shrouded in black mist, trembled violently for the first time.

"Th... that... what is that... Is it a Divine Domain? No... it's even more terrifying than a Divine Domain!"

Fear, like an invisible plague, spread crazily to every corner of the two fleets.

If the scene just now was shocking, then Lin Fan's next actions brought pure despair.

"It's my turn."

In Lin Fan's consciousness, that newly awakened Origin Divine Ability—[Law Simulation], was gently activated by him.

The next instant.

His figure disappeared from where he stood.

When he appeared again, he was already in front of a massive Demonic Energy warship.

He extended a finger and lightly tapped the thick armor of that warship.

[Law Simulation—Space Cutting!]

Ssh.

An imperceptible black crack, thinner than a strand of hair, flashed across the surface of the warship and vanished.

That massive behemoth, ten thousand meters long, reinforced by countless Formations, and capable of withstanding the full-force bombardment of a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator, was smoothly cut in half down the middle.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, even reflecting the light of the surrounding stars.

The Demonic Cultivators inside the warship didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly torn to pieces by the dislocation of the Space Law.

Lin Fan's figure disappeared again.

Appearing in the Formation of the other Shadow Hall fleet.

[Law Simulation—Time Erosion!]

He just hovered there quietly.

With him as the center, an invisible ripple spread outward.

The several Shadow Hall warships swept by the ripple seemed to have been fast-forwarded through billions of years of time.

Their hulls, forged from the sturdiest Void Realm Mysterious Iron, experienced birth, peak, and then rapid rusting and weathering in just a fleeting moment... finally, turning into puffs of metal dust drifting in the Universe.

At this moment, everyone understood.

This was not a battle.

This was a one-sided, natural-disaster-level massacre!

"Run! Run quickly!"

"He is a monster! A demon!"

"Initiate space jump! Get out of here!"

The two well-trained elite fleets, which had been aggressive just a short while ago, completely collapsed.

Countless warships turned around, crazily trying to flee from this Hell of death.

Old Ancestor Moluo and that Body Integration Stage existence from Shadow Hall were even more terrified, their Souls nearly fleeing their bodies.

They looked at each other and saw the shock and desperation in each other's eyes.

Without hesitation, the two simultaneously burned their own essence blood and Divine Soul, turning into two streams of light, tearing through the Void Realm, and preparing to forcibly escape!

They realized that the strength of this mysterious man had far exceeded their scope of understanding! If they didn't leave now, they would surely die!

However, just at the moment before their figures were about to vanish into the spatial rift.

A calm voice, as if spanning the distance of time and space, sounded directly in their Divine Souls.

"Don't be in such a rush to leave."

The two stiffened, feeling an irresistible force pinning them firmly in place.

Lin Fan's figure appeared silently before them.

He looked at these two Body Integration Stage old monsters who were struggling desperately, their faces filled with fear and despair, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a pure, inquisitive smile.

"Perfect, I'll use you to test another move I just realized."