178: Massacre the city!

Under the terrified gazes of all the Yao Race Prodigies within the ancient city...

The halberd's shadow carried a world-destroying power, its sharp blade ruthlessly hacking toward the heavy city gates.

In an instant, an earth-shattering roar resounded through the clouds, as if the entire world were trembling.

The ancient city was like a ship swaying in stormy seas, suddenly vibrating violently.

Along with the loud bang, a buzzing roar sounded simultaneously, like ten thousand bees flying frantically by one's ears, causing everyone present to lose their hearing instantly.

Everyone felt a powerful force, even more terrifying and vast than Lin Yan's previous punch, surging toward them like an unstoppable tide.

In a single moment.

"Pugh!"

Those Martial Artists at the High-Grade King Rank could no longer escape; they spat out blood one after another, their bodies flying backward uncontrollably in pathetic arcs.

Something even more terrifying was yet to come.

As that terrifying power continued to ravage, muffled explosions echoed continuously within the city.

Bang... bang bang bang... the sounds of bodies exploding rose and fell incessantly, as countless droplets of blood splashed everywhere like rain.

Some fell upon the Yao Race Prodigies flying through the air, while others splattered onto the surrounding buildings, dyeing the entire ancient city a shocking shade of crimson.

"Little Tan!!" Tian Ying, his face as pale as paper, looked on with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets as he let out a desperate roar.

Just now, he had witnessed Tan Qi, whom he had been holding tightly, suddenly explode without warning under the impact of that terrifying force.

Amidst the flying flesh and blood, only a hair-raising, bloody scene remained.

What kind of brutal power was this?!

To be able to directly shatter the bodies of all Low-Grade King Rank Martial Artists so easily!

It simply exceeded the limits of what any of them could imagine.

Before they could react.

Even before those who were blown away could hit the ground.

Rumble—!

That thunderous roar sounded once again.

Another extremely violent force stirred the air, letting out a chilling whistle.

In the sky, Lin Yan was like a demon god descended to the world; his figure, surrounded by Black Flames, radiated endless pressure as he began to swing his arm once more.

Layer upon layer of halberd shadows, like a roaring Dragon, once again struck brutally toward the city gates.

Boom—!

With this loud bang, the ancient city shook violently once more.

"Ah!"

Screams rose and fell, echoing through the clouds and making one's skin crawl.

Some Medium Grade King Rank Martial Artists within the ancient city also couldn't withstand such terrifying impact, joining the ranks of those whose bodies exploded.

Their bodies burst apart instantly, flesh and blood flying in a sight too gruesome to behold.

There was not a hint of emotional fluctuation in Lin Yan's pale-pupiled eyes.

The muscles in his arms were taut as he repeatedly swung them.

Every swing brought a gale, and every strike caused an earth-shattering roar.

Boom... boom boom boom... deafening sounds came one after another, echoing between heaven and earth.

On this vast and boundless land, an extremely bloody and tragic scene was playing out within this magnificent ancient city.

A blood mist filled the air, with shredded meat and severed limbs flying everywhere.

The entire ancient city had already turned into a Hell on earth, a shocking sight.

As time passed second by second, this massacre seemed endless.

No one knew exactly how much time had passed—perhaps fifteen minutes, perhaps an hour, or even longer... Finally, when the entire ancient city fell into a deathly silence, everything around gradually calmed down.

All the buildings and the ground within the city were dyed dark red; thick blood gathered into rivers, slowly seeping out from all directions of the ancient city, forming shocking bloodstains.

Lin Yan stood quietly in the air, overlooking the carnage below. His face remained expressionless, with only his slightly heaving chest showing that he had just undergone a hearty slaughter.

[They are not of my race, so there is no shame in slaughtering them. The Host alone hacked through the ancient city, slaying a million Yao Race Prodigies and causing a near-total collapse of the Yao Race's King Rank Prodigy generation. The domineering index is beyond star-level, charge value 820%.]

This was the highest-level slaughter he had conducted since his Transmigration.

Just as the System said, they are not of my race, so there is no shame in slaughtering them.

As his cultivation improves in the future, the starry sky scenes he encounters will only grow broader, and such events will only become more frequent.

Because he is of the Human Race.

In the struggle between races, there is no mercy, only life and death.

Lin Yan's indifferent eyes swept over the ancient city, which was gradually being covered by a towering aura of blood. He turned and stepped away, vanishing into the sky... Just as the Yao Race ancient city was suffering a ruthless suppression.

Three Thousand Realms of the Starry Sky, Yao Race territory, Central Ancestral Court.

Several tall figures who had not moved for ten thousand years now slightly frowned, as if touched by some invisible force.

At almost the same time, they slowly opened their eyes, which were filled with endless vicissitudes and majesty.

"What has happened..."

"Why has our race's Luck suddenly plummeted so much..."

"Strange, I am actually unable to deduce it..."

An unusually oppressive atmosphere gradually spread, causing more and more Yao Race Realms to tremble incessantly.

In the silence.

A low, hoarse voice, like a bell tolling from ancient times, echoed endlessly in the silent Ancestral Court.

"The Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, investigate it."

As this voice fell.

Several tall figures immediately replied respectfully.

"Yes."

...Meanwhile, in contrast to the Yao Race.

In the Human Race Ancestral Court, there were also several figures with vast auras.

"Our Luck has surged."

"Is it a great victory at the Imperial Pass?"

"No."

"I have just investigated."

"Although there has been progress, it shouldn't produce such a significant effect."

"That is strange then..."

"A surge in Luck of this magnitude means our race must have achieved a major result somewhere."

At this moment.

A silver-haired figure slowly appeared before them, carrying a dense aura of the passage of time.

"The Ten Thousand Races Battlefield."

"Pay attention to our race's situation in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield this time."

Soon.

Respectful replies rang out.

"Yes!"

...Events may all be predestined or happen to coincide.

At the same instant that the Ancestral Courts of both races were shaken.

The blue star shining lonely in the starry sky, just as before, silently endured the invasion of dense, blood-red orbs, while snow-white streamers of light continuously flashed across its surface.

At this moment.

Buzz—!

The flashing streamers suddenly burst with brilliant light.

Bang... bang bang bang... instantly shattering all the blood-red orbs and simultaneously blowing up many nearby Warships.

Inside the central Warship.

A handsome young man and numerous figures opened their eyes at the same time and looked over.

After a moment.

Instead of anger, their faces all showed expressions of excitement.

The young man rose from his throne and let out a low, magnetic laugh.

"Hehe..."

"A deathbed struggle..."

"Finally, the time is almost here..."

Immediately, the armored figure he had locked eyes with from afar not long ago surfaced in his mind, and a cold killing intent flashed in his deep, eerie eyes.

Just wait.

This Highness will soon capture you personally!