1186: Chapter 1186 Ambush from Above

"No..."

A trace of anxiety flashed in Marshal Hei Yan's eyes.

If the Star-Splitting Fleet were destroyed, he would lose his final trump card!

Even if he survived and returned to the Dark Star Domain, he wouldn't be able to explain it to his superiors—an entire Star-Splitting Fleet and fifty thousand elite warriors all lost on a primitive planet. Such a loss would be enough to have him stripped of all military rank and even sent to a military court!

"No... I must return to command!"

Marshal Hei Yan gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision.

He gave Baili Ziyuan a deep look, the killing intent and resentment in his eyes almost overflowing—

But finally, he turned and flew towards the Star-Splitting Fleet!

He could no longer keep tangling with this Soul Cultivator!

The moment Marshal Hei Yan turned, Baili Ziyuan's fingers moved slightly.

He wanted to lift the scythe, wanted to activate Voidification again, wanted to catch up to the enemy who had turned his back, and drive the blade into his heart—

But his body no longer obeyed.

Grayish-white blood slowly seeped from his seven orifices, condensing into floating blood droplets in the Void Realm, each carrying the residual aura of the Law of death.

The two pairs of energy wings behind him had shrunk to less than a foot, as translucent as soap bubbles, as if they would shatter at the slightest touch.

The two ghostly faces between the wing veins no longer roared, but had fallen into a death-like slumber.

His Soul Origin had burned nearly seventy percent in that life-for-life crazy offensive just now.

Now, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

But his eyes, which had returned to black, still stared fixedly at Marshal Hei Yan's departing back.

"Don't go..."

His voice was so raspy it was almost inaudible, his lips twitching as if he were talking to himself, or perhaps to someone who didn't exist.

No one responded to him.

Only the howling of energy turbulence remained in the Void Realm, along with the booming explosions from the distant battlefield.

Marshal Hei Yan turned into a streak of dark purple light, racing toward the Star-Splitting Fleet.

His speed was less than half of his peak, but it was still incredibly fast—the foundation of a Fifth-Stage Late Stage was there, and even if heavily injured, it was not something an ordinary Fourth-Stage could compare to.

Baili Ziyuan closed his eyes.

His consciousness began to blur, and the intense depletion of his Soul made his perception dull; the surrounding sounds grew more distant and the light grew dimmer, as if he were slowly sinking into a boundless darkness.

But he did not fall.

The scythe was stuck in the Void Realm, and the gray mist wrapped around the handle seemed to have a life of its own, coiling around his wrist to fix him in place while beginning to replenish his energy.

Marshal Hei Yan was less than three thousand zhang from the Star-Splitting Fleet flagship.

He could already see the thick smoke rising from the flagship, the Human Race experts clinging to the hull like ants, and his warriors retreating step by step.

"Damn... damn natives!!"

He roared, his Nether Power surging once more, and his speed increased by several points—

Just then, he felt it.

A scorching aura erupted like a volcanic eruption from above the clouds, from outside the atmosphere, from that starry sky he had always assumed "would not interfere"!

Marshal Hei Yan's pupils shrank violently, and he jerked his head up—

The clouds were torn apart.

Not by wind, not by shockwaves, but by "light."

Thousands of blazing white Energy Beams pierced the clouds like a meteor shower, pouring down from outside the atmosphere!

Each of those beams was as thick as a bucket, radiating a terrifying high temperature enough to melt steel; they densely filled the entire sky, painting half the firmament a blinding white!

And among those countless beams, two were particularly different—

One was crimson, as thick as a thousand-year-old tree, its surface flowing with magma-like patterns; wherever it passed, ripples of distortion appeared in space, as if even the Void Realm were being deformed by the extreme heat!

The other was pale pink and much thinner, only about as thick as an arm, but its aura was even more eerie—it radiated no high temperature and released no energy fluctuations, merely slicing through the sky quietly and elegantly, like a falling petal.

But anyone who perceived it would understand in an instant—that pale pink beam was even more lethal than the crimson one.

The one hit would not explode or burn, but would have all their vitality drained in an instant, turning into a withered husk.

Marshal Hei Yan's face turned ashen in that moment.

"King Fenyang... Ling Miao..."

He gritted his teeth as he spat out these two names, the fire of anger in his eyes almost becoming tangible.

"You two—!!!"

Although he had long anticipated this, he still could not help but be enraged.

Those two were waiting for him and Dragon Xuanyuan to reach mutual destruction!

Waiting for him and Baili Ziyuan to fight until their lamps ran dry!

Waiting for his Star-Splitting Fleet to have their Origin Qi severely depleted by the Human Race experts!

And then—the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

"Damn it...!!"

Marshal Hei Yan roared, but he had no time to think because those two terrifying beams had already locked onto him!

The crimson one aimed for his chest, while the pale pink one was locked onto his brow—

One wanted his life, the other his Soul!

On the ground, everyone felt that destructive aura descending from the heavens.

Dragon Xuanyuan looked up, his pupils shrinking.

In that moment, his expression became even worse than when he was fighting Marshal Hei Yan.

Because he saw it—those thousands of Energy Beams were not aimed at Marshal Hei Yan and his Star-Splitting Fleet at all!

The landing points of those beams covered more than half of Blue Star, covered the broken cities below, and covered the civilians still struggling to survive in the ruins!

The goal of King Fenyang and Fairy Lingmiao was never Marshal Hei Yan—or rather, not just Marshal Hei Yan.

What they wanted was—to kill three birds with one stone!

Eliminate Marshal Hei Yan and his remnants, severely wound Blue Star's resistance, and... completely destroy the planet's will to resist!

"Everyone—defend!!"

Dragon Xuanyuan's voice tore through his throat as he forced himself to strike, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he could no longer care.

He suddenly raised the xuanyuan sword, and the Star Core Power was forcibly mobilized once again—

His body let out an overloaded wail at this moment, bones creaking and groaning, muscles tearing, and Meridians snapping inch by inch.

But he didn't care.

"xuanyuan sword Domain—Expand!!"

A golden light screen erupted from the xuanyuan sword, expanding in all directions from Dragon Xuanyuan as the center, like a giant umbrella being opened!

But that light screen was so dim and thin; compared to the Sword Domain that was as solid as substance during his peak, it was practically like a thin veil.

He had very little power left.

"Su Wuming—!!"

Dragon Xuanyuan shouted hoarsely.

In the distance, the golden eyes of the Emperor Armor had also dimmed significantly, but hearing Dragon Xuanyuan's call, he did not hesitate for a second—

"Emperor War Dragon—!!"

He roared, and all the residual Light Power in his body erupted. The Light Emperor War Dragon rose from him and merged with Dragon Xuanyuan's Sword Domain!