238: Slaughter them all!

"Who?"

The expressions of the four foreign Sovereign Lords, who were thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of besieging Wei An, changed drastically as they abruptly turned to look toward the distant sky.

"What?"

In the various Emperor Rank battle circles amidst the fierce fighting, the movements of all the experts came to a sudden halt. Almost simultaneously, they turned their heads, their gazes all snapping toward the same direction.

"What is that?"

On the ground battlefield, the millions of soldiers from the Spirit Race and God Race alliance were filled with horror.

Rumble—!

A deafening roar resounded, like ten thousand claps of thunder striking at once.

Countless massive halberd shadows, enveloped in Black Flames, swept across the sky, blotting out the sun.

These halberd shadows were like mountains appearing out of thin air, covering the sky and sun, dyeing the entire horizon pitch black.

They rose rapidly from the distant ground, kicking up billowing dust like raging waves, and crashed toward the location of the two-race alliance with a terrifying, world-destroying power.

"No!"

Terrified screams echoed.

Countless massive halberd shadows slammed violently into the foreign alliance army.

Bang... Bang bang bang... accompanied by a series of violent explosions that shook the heavens.

Spectacular plumes of crimson blood mist erupted like volcanoes, shooting hundreds of feet into the sky.

In an instant, the entire world was shrouded in this dense blood-red hue, and a pungent, bloody stench filled the air.

"This... this, this, this!!!"

The four foreign Sovereign Lords and all the Emperor Rank Martial Artists, who had no time to react, felt their souls tremble, their eyes widening until they nearly split.

In just a split second.

An army of ten million! An army of ten million! All gone! All gone!!!

In contrast, the million-strong Human Race was completely unharmed under the deliberately controlled halberd shadows.

"Who! Who is it?!!!"

Roars of extreme fury shook the heavens.

The four foreign Sovereign Lords glared forward, their eyes nearly bursting with rage.

Their answer was a hundred figures clad in pitch-black armor that instantly appeared in the sky.

A world-shaking pressure swept across the sky, charging directly at all the foreign Emperor Ranks.

Their faces changed instantly, turning deathly pale.

The four foreign Sovereign Lords roared inwardly in disbelief.

The Human Race! How is this possible!!!

Eleven Sovereign Lords! Ninety Sovereign Rank Invincibles!!!

That's right!

Over the past six months, Fu Ying and the others discovered that the benefits of the Ancient War Soul infusion had never been fully absorbed.

Even at this stage, they felt they were still far from reaching their limit!

This absurd method of improvement, which they wouldn't have dared to dream of, once made them think something was wrong with them!

Slap—!

Shao Ping, covered in blood, even gave himself a hard slap, his eyes dazed.

"Holy shit?!"

"What's the situation with Old Fu?"

Only the swaying Wei An thought of something and threw his head back, laughing wildly.

"Heh... haha... hahahahaha..."

Besides him.

There were naturally the people of Blue Star on the ground.

They were all too familiar with that word, "Peerless."

Brother Yan! It's Brother Yan!!!

Lian Chuan and the others' eyes were filled with excitement.

Regardless of what they were thinking at that moment.

Rumble—!

Following closely behind was a billowing supreme aura and the phenomenon of Black Flames covering the sky.

Fu Ying skillfully brought out a black-gold throne, and the generals of the Flame Guards respectfully retreated to both sides.

A figure clad in armor and surrounded by Black Flames stepped out from their center, walked to the throne, and sat down with legs crossed. A pair of emotionless white eyes indifferently scanned the trembling Emperor Rank experts of the two races.

At this moment.

The people of Blue Star on the ground went completely wild.

"Brother Yan! (Leader!!!)"

Zhang Ling and the soldiers of the First Regiment were shaken, also shouting excitedly.

"General!!!"

"Lin Yan! You are Lin Yan!!" The incredulous roars of the four foreign Sovereign Lords resounded.

They stared fixedly at the figure sitting casually on the throne, as if they had seen the most impossible sight in the world.

"How is this possible!" Their voices trembled, laced with undisguisable fear and shock.

"You... you, you, you...!!!"

Everything happening before their eyes was simply too inconceivable and absurd!

The target they were so intent on hunting had actually appeared before them in such a manner!

How is this possible! How is this possible!!

Charging in just like that with eleven Sovereign Lords and ninety Sovereign Rank Invincibles!

It defied all logic, and the powerful pressure he radiated even made it difficult for them to move!

Just then, a cold and indifferent command suddenly rang out.

It served as the answer to their voices of disbelief.

"Leave none alive!"

As those four simple words fell.

Lin Yan remained seated firmly on the black-gold throne.

"As you command!"

Fu Ying and the Flame Guard generals shot out like arrows from a bow, streaking through the air in dazzling rays of light, charging toward the Emperor Rank Martial Artists of the two races with endless killing intent.

In an instant, battle cries and screams intertwined, echoing through the heavens as a bloody and brutal slaughter began.

"No! Don't! Don't...!"

Pleas for mercy rose one after another, but they couldn't stop the pace of Fu Ying and the others' slaughter for a second.

"Ah!"

With one shrill scream after another, blood-spraying corpses fell mercilessly from the sky like kites with broken strings, hitting the ground with dull thuds.

Even the four powerful foreign Sovereign Lords were no match for the ten Sovereign Lord-level Flame Guards and Fu Ying, who was already capable of breaking through to Godhood.

Despite their unwilling roars and frenzied fighting, they ultimately could not escape the fate of being slain, quickly following in the footsteps of the two races' Emperor Rank Martial Artists.

In just the blink of an eye.

The battlefield, once filled with earth-shattering battle cries, fell into a deathly silence.

A thick, pungent smell of blood spread out, as if a heavy mist of blood shrouded the entire world.

All the Human Race Martial Artists present were still immersed in shock, unable to regain their senses for a long time.

They stared with wide eyes, looking at the Shura field before them in disbelief, their eyes filled with a dazed expression.

Their gazes slowly shifted, finally fixing on the figure high above on the throne, surrounded by Black Flames. His face was obscured, but he radiated a heart-trembling pressure.

"Brother Yan is so strong!" Lian Chuan and Xue Cheng looked at that figure, their eyes full of undisguised admiration.

Wu Ze and Gu Chen's eyes were filled with shock as they sighed inwardly.

He has become even stronger... he doesn't even need to take action himself.

At that moment.

A fleeting image simultaneously appeared in the minds of the four of them, one they had seen when they each stepped into the cities they reached.

A beautiful garden like a fairyland on earth, with lush flowers and verdant trees.

A child dressed in luxurious black-gold clothing was running happily, followed by four other children of similar age playing and frolicking...