347: Codename: "Martyr"! Three hundred deaths!

With a flash of light, Lin Fan's figure solidified once more.

He didn't even look at the 0.1% analysis progress.

The starship's engine let out a silent roar once again.

For the second time, he charged out.

This time, he failed to even get within a ten-thousand-meter range of the immortal throne.

Aboard the flagship, the Soul fire in the Demon Leader's eyes didn't even flicker.

A ghastly green beam, thin as a hair, shot from the flagship's broadside cannon and accurately struck the starship.

It was silent.

The starship, along with Lin Fan inside, was instantly decomposed, turning into cosmic dust.

[You have died.]

[Activating Death Replay...]

[Analyzing enemy attack 'Death Ray' data... Current total analysis progress: 0.3%...]

The light shone again.

Lin Fan's figure condensed for the third time.

Expressionless, his hands gripped the control levers for the third time.

The starship transformed into a streak of light for the third time.

This time, what greeted him was a cold snort from a Centurion under the Demon Leader's command.

An invisible shock of Soul Power pierced through space.

The starship's engine stalled instantly, and the hull, along with Lin Fan's Divine Soul, was shattered into dust.

[You have died.]

[Activating Death Replay... Current total analysis progress: 0.6%...]

...Outside the Tian Yuan Realm, on the battlefield of blood and fire, a bizarre scene was unfolding.

At the front, the battle formation formed by thousands of Immortal Alliance Cultivators was struggling to hold on under the storm-like attacks of the Ninth Vanguard Fleet.

Every second, defensive arrays shattered, and Cultivators fell within the ghastly green beams.

The Black Tortoise Holy Lord's eyes were bloodshot as he roared commands; his spiritual energy was long exhausted, and he was holding on purely through sheer willpower.

However, all the Immortal Alliance Cultivators fighting the bloody battle noticed that constantly appearing streak of light.

That tiny starship, every single time, would charge straight from behind their defensive lines toward the terrifying flagship at the core of the enemy fleet with a suicidal determination.

Then, it would be easily erased in various inconceivable ways.

Evaporated.

Annihilated.

Decomposed.

But within three breaths of every erasure, that streak of light would reappear behind the defensive line and launch the same suicidal charge once again.

Once.

Twice.

Ten times... Aboard the immortal throne.

The tenth time.

When that streak of light once again broke through the heavy fire net and reached within a thousand meters of the flagship, the Demon Leader's indifferent blood-colored Soul fire finally flickered slightly.

For the first time, he looked directly at that minuscule starship.

In his Soul fire, there was no anger, only a hint of condescending mockery, like a god observing the death throes of an ant.

He raised a finger made of bone.

He tapped lightly.

An invisible finger wind crossed a thousand meters of space and struck the starship.

No explosion occurred.

The starship and Lin Fan inside instantly collapsed into an infinitely small singularity and then returned to nothingness.

The Demon Leader withdrew his finger, preparing to refocus his attention on crushing the Immortal Alliance's defensive line.

But three breaths later.

That streak of light appeared in the distance for the eleventh time.

Still from that direction.

Still at that speed.

Still with that same indomitable, foolish posture.

The mockery in the Demon Leader's eyes froze... The fiftieth death.

Lin Fan's figure condensed inside the cabin.

[Current total analysis progress: 12.5%...]

This time, he didn't immediately pilot the starship to charge.

The moment the starship plunged into the enemy formation, he activated Shadow Shuttle.

His figure appeared directly before the massive bone throne of the immortal throne.

They were less than a hundred meters apart.

He could even clearly see the two clumps of blood-colored Soul fire jumping violently in the Demon Leader's eye sockets due to shock and suspicion.

The Demon Leader's mockery had completely vanished.

It was replaced by a sense of offended shock and anger.

An ant, an ant he could crush at will, could actually resurrect infinitely and even appear before him using some bizarre movement technique.

"Seeking death."

A raspy voice sounded for the first time.

A skeletal palm that blotted out the sky slapped toward him.

Lin Fan's body was slapped directly into a mist of blood indistinguishable to the naked eye.

[You have died.]

[Current total analysis progress: 27%...]

...The hundredth death.

Lin Fan's figure appeared before the throne again.

This time, facing the incoming skeletal palm, he did not just wait to die.

He gathered all the spiritual energy in his body into his right fist and thrust it out against the palm that was powerful enough to shatter stars.

The moment his fist made contact with the giant palm, he felt that irresistible power of the Law known as "Annihilation."

His fist, arm, and body were all obliterated in an instant.

But in the ten-thousandth of a second before being completely obliterated, his fist truly touched a thin, indestructible layer of protective divine light.

[You have died.]

[Current total analysis progress: 49%...]

The Demon Leader sat on his throne, looking at his empty palm.

His blood-red Soul fire began to flicker wildly and uncontrollably.

Irritation.

An unprecedented sense of irritation and unease began to spread deep within his Soul.

This bug was learning.

He could feel that with every death and every charge, the opponent got a little closer and responded a bit more precisely than the last time.

He was using his own deaths to analyze his power!

...The two-hundredth death.

Lin Fan's figure appeared once more.

The Demon Leader threw a punch directly.

Lin Fan met it with a punch of his own.

This time, the two fists collided.

Lin Fan's body held on for a whole instant before completely collapsing under the violent force.

[You have died.]

[Current total analysis progress: 68%...]

"Madman!"

The Demon Leader finally stood up abruptly from his throne, letting out a roar that shook the entire fleet.

He was completely enraged.

This monster that had appeared out of nowhere was challenging his dignity and desecrating his power in a way he completely couldn't understand!

For all his attacks, the opponent only suffered once.

The second time, there would be a faint but definitely existing response.

This madman was using his life to learn his Dao!

"Kill! Kill him for me! Use the Annihilation Soul Fire! Burn his Divine Soul to ashes!"

The Demon Leader's roar echoed in the minds of all his generals... On the Immortal Alliance's side.

Everyone was already numb from watching.

The Black Tortoise Holy Lord, Li Hanyue, all the Elders, Disciples... they stared blankly at that figure charging and falling time and time again.

They didn't know who he was.

They only knew that someone, in order to create that sliver of ethereal hope for them, was charging toward a god again and again with a Mortal body.

That wasn't a charge.

That was martyrdom.

An unknown hero was sacrificing everything for the entire Spirit Realm.

"Roar!"

The Black Tortoise Holy Lord suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of heart's blood, but a frantic fire burned in his eyes.

"Burn your essence blood! Hold the line at all costs!"

"Buy... buy time for that lord!"

"For the Martyr! Fight to the death!"

An Elder let out a long cry and was the first to burn his Primordial Spirit; the battle formation he was in burst with light, forcefully withstanding the concentrated fire of several warships.

"For the Martyr!"

Countless Immortal Alliance Cultivators, their faces covered in tears, hissed and shouted, actively burning their lives to pour all their power into the crumbling World-Protecting Array.

They built a dam with their own flesh and blood.

Just to create one more, and then one more opportunity for that lonely charger to go to his death... The three-hundredth death.

Lin Fan's figure appeared before the Demon Leader for the three-hundredth time.

The Demon Leader looked at him, the rage in his eyes having faded, replaced by a killing intent cold to the extreme.

He pressed his palms together, and endless Annihilation power gathered into a point of extreme darkness in his palms.

[Annihilation Demonic Light].

One of his strongest single-target attacks.

"This time, I will extinguish your Divine Soul, so you may never be reborn."

A black beam that couldn't be described in words instantly pierced through Lin Fan's chest.

Lin Fan's figure, within the black light, turned into nothingness inch by inch.

But in the moment before he completely disappeared.

The corner of his mouth finally curled into a slight curve that only he knew.

[You have died.]

The cold System notification sounded in Lin Fan's consciousness.

But this time, the content was entirely different.

[Death Replay analysis complete. All Moves, spiritual energy circulation, Divine Soul fluctuations, and defensive habits of the target 'Demon Leader' have been fully analyzed...]

[Generating final weakness report...]