288: Upgrade! Add points!

Looking back at the True Immortals of the Human Race.

They felt this Supreme One aura that held no hostility toward them, and as their gazes swept over the pale faces of the Spirit Race, their own faces displayed expressions of utmost satisfaction.

Their expressions were like travelers finding rain after a long drought; their delight was beyond words, and their eyes flickered with the gleeful light of vengeance.

Keep acting! Keep acting tough!

Weren't you all very proud, relying on the power of your coalition?

Why aren't you laughing now? Why aren't you shouting?

Amidst the fleeting thoughts of both sides.

Lin Yan took a step forward and instantly vanished from his spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of a True Immortal of the Demon Race at the Late Stage.

The True Immortal's pupils dilated and his lips parted slightly, forming a clear 'No' shape.

But he couldn't make a sound at all, like a rooster being strangled by the throat, opening its mouth in vain but unable to crow.

Because... a massive force had enveloped him!

Lin Yan's open palm had already pressed down onto his skull, slamming it downward.

Buzz—!

A hard spatial barrier suddenly formed in the path of the descending head.

Bang—!

A muffled thud.

The head collided with the spatial barrier.

Blood and brains splattered everywhere; the scalding liquid sprayed into the air like a blooming flower of blood, both exquisite and terrifying.

The scent of blood instantly filled the air, the pungent smell like the breath of a demon, making one nauseous, as if death itself had opened its foul maw.

Lin Yan didn't even glance at the headless corpse being shredded by countless spatial forces; he tilted his head slightly, his body becoming a blur.

Only the chilling Killing Intent radiating from him grew denser, almost materializing, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees, much like a piercing wind in the dead of winter, freezing one to the marrow.

"No... No no no, don't...!" the remaining three True Immortals of the Demon Race roared in horror, desperately trying to move their bodies.

Their faces were etched with terror, and sweat the size of beans rolled down their foreheads like broken pearls; their eyes were filled with despair and struggle.

Their bodies, however, were as if bound by thousands of threads, unable to move—like insects caught in a spiderweb, they could only tremble in place in vain, emitting weak buzzing sounds.

But some things cannot be achieved simply by wanting them.

Under the absolute gap in strength, the space around them had long been invisibly sealed off.

The locked space was like an invisible cage emitting a cold light, much like the gates of a ghost Realm, trapping them within.

Every inch of space felt compressed to the limit, making it difficult for them to breathe, as if they were being tightly squeezed by an invisible giant hand.

And so.

"Wuwu..."

Two muffled sounds of pleading for mercy rang out.

The heads of two True Immortals were grabbed by Lin Yan, who appeared instantly before them, and he slammed them together toward the middle.

Bang—!

Another muffled thud.

Two headless corpses followed in the footsteps of being cut and shredded by space, like autumn leaves swept away by the wind, ruthlessly pulled into the abyss of death.

"Lin Yan!! Lin Yan!!!" Roars of fury thundered through the Land of Nothingness.

The voice was saturated with rage and resentment, causing the vast, thick fog of the Land of Nothingness to churn incessantly.

Zhong Kun, having witnessed all of this, frantically tried to push Ou Mo back.

Everywhere he passed, black cracks were carved into space like the claw marks of a demon, hideous and terrifying.

Lin Yan turned his head toward the two of them and raised his right hand, placing his index finger in front of his mouth.

"Shh..."

"Don't be noisy, it will be your turn in a moment."

As he spoke.

He reached out his left hand, his fingers clawing at the air.

"Ugh..." The last remaining True Immortal of the Demon Race was instantly snatched into his hand from across the void.

He struggled desperately in Lin Yan's grip, his body twisting and deforming with a "creak-creak" sound, like an old waterwheel turning with difficulty, yet unable to break free from that iron-pincer-like palm.

Lin Yan applied a slight amount of pressure, as if crushing a trivial toy.

Bang—!

A mist of blood bloomed, and Zhong Kun's eyes nearly split from rage.

"Ah! Lin Yan!! I will kill you!!!"

Facing this roar of fury, a faint smile appeared at the corners of Lin Yan's mouth, and his figure vanished from the spot once again.

On the battlefield of Great Emperors, black-gold flames surged like a world-swallowing tide, ruthlessly enveloping this piece of heaven and earth.

"Bang... Bang bang bang..."

Deafening booms exploded one after another, like thunder raging wildly in one's ears.

In an instant, blood mist filled the fields like blooming, seductive demon flowers, rendering the atmosphere of tragedy and slaughter to the extreme.

Donggong Li gazed at his disciple, who had cleared the field in the blink of an eye; his eyes were a mix of complex emotions, full of lament and relief.

Lin Yan's expression was cold and his posture as upright as a pine; he gave a slight nod to Donggong Li, and within his eyes, golden light flickered like hidden stars.

Suddenly, the figures of all the Quasi-Emperors of the Yao Race froze, as if deathly imprisoned by an invisible force.

In the next moment, their heads were like ripe watermelons.

With a "pfft," they burst apart; blood and brains flew everywhere in a bloody and terrifying scene that made one's hair stand on end.

"Lin Yan!! Lin Yan!!!"

Angry, hissing roars echoed through the Land of Nothingness like surging waves, each cry seemingly containing endless hatred and resentment.

The impact of the sound caused the void below to twist violently and the starry sky to tremble, as if disturbed by this intense emotion.

Zhong Kun's face was ashen, veins bulging on his forehead as he desperately suppressed the infinite rage burning like a raging fire in his heart.

No! I must leave immediately! I must take this terrifying news out!

The Alliance must be informed! They must clearly realize that if Lin Yan is not eliminated immediately, our Five Races will never have a day to rise again!

Ou Mo had already anticipated Zhong Kun's thoughts.

His eyes flickered slightly as he snorted.

"Old boy, stop entertaining those crooked thoughts."

"Don't think about escaping easily today."

"Hmph..." Zhong Kun's fire-spitting eyes glared viciously at Ou Mo, as if his gaze could burn him to ashes.

He suddenly turned around, intending to forcibly break out of the battle circle. "If this old man wants to leave, you can't stop me!"

Witnessing all of this, Lin Yan's expression remained calm as he silently gave an order in his heart.

"System, settlement!"

"Ding!"

A crisp notification sound rang out in his mind.

"Settlement successful."

[Smashed the Demon Mountain again, slaughtered all the powerhouses of the Spirit Race army, domineering index super star level, charge value 1700%]

"1700%..." Lin Yan's gaze remained tightly locked on Zhong Kun, who was entangled by Ou Mo, without the slightest hesitation.

While issuing commands, he strode forward, each step crushing the space beneath him.

"Raise cultivation by one minor Realm, raise Law of Space by one level."

In an instant.

Boom—!

An aura several times more powerful erupted from within his body.