165: Chapter 163 One Man Takes on 100,000 Warships!

Deep in the Boundary Sea, there is no direction, no gravity.

Countless fragmented meteorite belts and chaotic laws intertwine to form void storms capable of easily shredding Seventh Class Advancement powerhouses.

In this gray, chaotic wasteland, a dense mass of black shadows is advancing at high speed.

That is the Tali Tribe's Third Fleet detachment.

Hundreds of thousands of shuttle-shaped dark gold warships, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border, stretch for unknown tens of thousands of miles.

The void array patterns engraved on the surface of the warships flicker with a ghostly light, forcibly plowing a flat route through the twisted space-time.

In the center of the fleet, inside a flagship comparable in size to the main city of Glimmer City.

The detachment commander, Gu E, sits upright on a bone throne, holding a cup of viscous scarlet liquid, watching the command screen with boredom.

On the screen is a sphere emitting a faint white light.

That is the target of their trip—the newly born Primordial World.

"Truly a hard nut to crack."

Gu E drains the liquid in the cup and casually smashes the goblet to pieces.

The adjutant stands to the side, quickly manipulating the data link on the console, pulling up the latest frontline battle report.

"Commander, General Gu Sha and the two hundred thousand vanguard troops have completely lost contact."

The adjutant reports, his tone revealing undisguised contempt, "Even the sensor for the world-splitting lock has disappeared. Those pieces of trash probably capsized in that indigenous world."

Gu E snorts coldly, a flash of irritation crossing his scaled face.

"A bunch of useless trash. It's just a primary world that just gave birth to a seed of god, and they couldn't even hold a foothold."

Gu E changes his posture, resting his chin on one hand.

"This world will is also stubborn."

"Wouldn't it be better to just open the door, let us in, and hand over the things?"

"Why bother fortifying everywhere and stubbornly resisting the artillery fire of our Tali Tribe fleet?"

The adjutant laughs along, echoing:

"I actually admire the vitality of this world will."

He points to the glowing sphere on the screen.

"Commander, look, the brightness on the periphery of this planet is three-thousandths dimmer than yesterday."

"The main fleet is bringing a full three billion of our warriors, surrounding the world barrier around the clock."

"Three billion people are launching innate slashes at the boundary membrane every single moment."

"Every second, tens of billions of Spatial Blades are cutting into that turtle shell."

"This is equivalent to that world will suffering the torture of a thousand cuts at every moment."

The adjutant shakes his head, his tone filled with condescending admiration.

"It's truly amazing that it can endure it."

"If it were the will of any other E-class world, even the pain feedback would have long caused the world origin to collapse and disintegrate."

Gu E stands up, walks to the huge floor-to-ceiling porthole, and looks at the gray Boundary Sea storm outside.

"It's just holding on."

"It should be coming to an end soon."

Gu E turns around and announces the latest strategy issued by headquarters to the high-ranking officers of the fleet.

"News from the main fleet: the boundary membrane is too thick, and grinding it down takes too much time."

"The command headquarters has applied to the base camp for a World-Devouring Behemoth."

As soon as these words were spoken, the dozen or so high-ranking officers in the command cabin all stopped what they were doing.

World-Devouring Behemoth.

That is a disaster lifeform that breeds in the depths of the Boundary Sea, feeding exclusively on devouring planar worlds.

The Tali Tribe spent countless resources to barely tame three of them.

"Commander, did headquarters actually approve the use of a Behemoth?"

A general speaks up to confirm.

"Of course."

Gu E's mouth curls into a cruel arc.

"Once the Behemoth arrives, it doesn't matter what world barrier it has, or how resilient its will is."

"We'll just swallow it in one bite, chewing it to pieces, skin and bone!"

The adjutant hesitates for a moment, then asks:

"What about the nirvana god fetus?"

"Idiot."

Gu E scolds.

"If there really is a nirvana god fetus, once we completely open this world, we can just find a way to transfer it, can't we?"

"If worst comes to worst, we can just dig the god fetus out of the excrement, wash it off, and it'll still be enough to fulfill the mission."

Unrestrained, wild laughter erupts in the command cabin.

In their view, that Primordial World is like meat on a chopping block, and the only thing to consider is whether to braise it or steam it.

The fleet continues to travel through space-time, with the last half-month of travel remaining to the coordinates of the Primordial World's Inner World.

Suddenly.

"Warning!"

"Unknown high-energy reaction detected directly ahead of the route!"

The flagship's main control AI emits a piercing alarm, and red light instantly fills the entire command cabin.

"What's going on? Did the Boundary Sea storm shift?"

Gu E frowns, pushes the adjutant aside, and checks the screen himself.

"No... not a storm!"

The adjutant frantically taps the console, bringing up the image from the forward optical probe.

The image zooms in continuously.

In the mist of the Boundary Sea, where void and grayness intertwine, a person appears.

A lone person.

No warships, no guards.

He stands in the void just like that, without even a protective shield activated, letting the violent energy of the Boundary Sea wash over his body.

The command cabin falls into a brief, dead silence.

All Tali Tribe generals stare fixedly at the screen, their brains unable to process the situation for a moment.

Whose general is this?

One person dares to block the front of their entire fleet?

Gu E stares fixedly at the figure and shouts sharply:

"Scan his vital signs! Confirm his identity!"

The data on the main control screen jumps wildly, then locks onto the figure's face.

When he sees that face clearly, Gu E freezes.

The intelligence database automatically matches the result.

Lin Mo.

The indigenous leader of the Primordial World who wiped out General Gu Sha's two hundred thousand vanguard troops!

"How could he be here?"

The adjutant shouts in disbelief.

How did a Fifth Class Advancement native cross the void and precisely block their path?

The scene flashes back to three minutes ago.

Primordial World, East Sea Icefield.

After Lin Mo said to Alliance Leader Jiang You and the others, "I want to go fight them."

The world will understood.

Without the slightest hesitation, without a shred of doubt.

The world will tore open a rift directly in front of Lin Mo that led straight to the depths of the Boundary Sea, completely ignoring spatial distance.

It was like a person who had suffered all kinds of grievances and been beaten until covered in wounds.

Suddenly seeing its big brother about to go out to settle things, it not only took the initiative to open the car door, but also used its remaining strength to floor the accelerator, sending its big brother directly into the face of the enemy fleet.

Precise deployment.

Without a single error.

At this moment, in the Boundary Sea.

One hundred thousand warships decelerate and hover, their massive shadows completely enveloping Lin Mo.

Lin Mo raises his head.

The terrifying attribute of one thousand trillion after the Fifth Class Advancement, coupled with the blessing of the Extraterrestrial Demon origin, makes him completely indifferent to the environment of the Boundary Sea.

His gaze sweeps over the dense, endless steel warships in front of him.

One hundred thousand ships.

Inside every ship, there are at least thousands of Tali Tribe warriors.

Lin Mo's chest rises and falls slightly, and the blood in his body begins to boil.

The billion-meter Inner World is frantically devouring energy in the void.

The origin aura of the Extraterrestrial Demon can no longer be suppressed, turning into wisps of pure black demonic energy that seep out from his pores and surround him.

That demonic energy is deeper and purer than the mist in the depths of the Boundary Sea.

Inside the flagship, Gu E looks at Lin Mo, who is wrapped in demonic energy on the screen, and his palm clenches subconsciously.

"Fire!"

"Charge the main cannons! Free fire for secondary cannons!"

"Blast him into slag for me!"

No matter how this native got here, facing a full-strength Boundary Sea fleet alone, there is only one dead end!

One hundred thousand warships light up with blinding energy rays simultaneously.

The void is illuminated brightly.

Billions of destructive beams have completed their final lock.

Facing this world-destroying formation, Lin Mo does not unfurl the giant hand entwined with three thousand laws, nor does he summon the phantom of the world tree.

He just stands alone, directly in front of hundreds of millions of gun barrels.

Then.

Lin Mo grins.

Revealing a hair-raising, extremely cruel smile.