290: Planning!

In the starry sky, battle cries and collision sounds intertwined and echoed.

Suddenly, the movements of the two race armies came to an abrupt halt, as if frozen by an invisible force.

They all looked up, gazing at the black rain that almost obscured their entire vision.

This black rain was like ink, with threads of mysterious and ominous Aura, as if it were a mournful elegy from the depths of the Universe.

Some Martial Artists from the two races, who knew the ancient legends, instantly showed two completely different expressions on their faces.

“Immortal King falls, black rain descends!”

A Martial Artist murmured, his voice filled with shock and fear.

The Spirit Race Martial Artists’ faces changed drastically, their eyes filled with disbelief and panic.

The roars that had just come from the Land of Nothingness made a deep chill surge in their hearts.

“No way... could it be the Old Ancestor...”

Their voices trembled, not daring to utter that terrifying guess.

The Human Race Martial Artists also had trembling eyes, feeling both nervous and a hint of anticipation in their hearts.

“Who is it? Is it the Spirit Race Old Ancestor?”

The answer was soon revealed before them.

One after another, figures slowly emerged.

The Aura casually emitted by these figures caused the surrounding starry sky to tremble continuously, and space shattered like fragile glass.

One, two, three... with each appearance, the Spirit Race Martial Artists’ faces grew paler, and the despair in their eyes became even more intense.

“It’s over! Human Race! They are all Human Race Supreme Ones!” The last shred of hope in their hearts was completely shattered.

What this meant, anyone who wasn't mentally dull could clearly understand—their Immortal King Old Ancestor had fallen!

Until a young man in black-gold robes appeared, a gentle breeze lightly stirring the hem of his clothes.

All the Human Race Supreme Ones roared in unison.

“Supreme One! Glory!”

This sound, like rolling thunder, echoed throughout the starry sky, containing endless glory and pride.

As the sound faded, they all burst forth with powerful Aura, like surging tides, enveloping the Spirit Race army in the starry sky, and then pressing down violently.

In an instant.

Bang... bang, bang, bang... a sky full of blood mist and Warship fragments intertwined, forming a brilliant and tragic “fireworks” display, blooming with strange and dazzling light in the dark starry sky.

“Roar!”

The Human Race army, unable to endure the surging hot blood in their hearts for another moment, had their faces flushed red.

They raised their weapons high and shouted in unison.

“Human Race, eternal prosperity!!!”

...The vast post-battle starry sky was like a deep, boundless sea of tranquility, with myriad stars hiding their brilliance, leaving only endless peace Settling in.

Xuanqing Pass stood majestically in this vast realm, like an ancient war god reaching the heavens and earth.

Human Race soldiers were scattered everywhere, like tiny sparks scattered along the edge of the galaxy.

Some sat cross-legged, eyes closed, adjusting their breathing, allowing spiritual energy to slowly flow through their limbs and bones, repairing their bodies damaged in the great battle.

Meanwhile, the top Human Race powerhouses each found a place where spiritual essence gathered, their internal spiritual energy like rushing rivers, fully restoring their Peak combat strength, ready at any moment to face unknown changes.

At the forefront of the army, the Human Race Supreme Ones stood tall and prominent, like stars descended from the heavens.

Their postures were as straight as pines, their robes fluttering like clouds, their gaze fixed in the direction of the Yao Race territory, their eyes intertwined with solemnity, courage, and anticipation, as if silently awaiting the arrival of a storm capable of shaking the galaxy.

“Kid, are you really sure you want to proceed like this?” Ou Mo, the undisputed First Immortal King of the Human Race, now spoke with a hint of an elusive tremor in his voice, as if nervous, or perhaps stimulated by the unknown that was about to arrive.

Lin Yan slowly withdrew his gaze from the System.

【charge value】: 400%

The harvest from ambushing a Late Stage Immortal King was indeed somewhat unsatisfactory.

“Old Ancestor, what’s wrong? Are you panicking?” He lightly teased, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Hearing this, Ou Mo, as if his reverse scale had been touched, suddenly jumped up and loudly retorted.

“How could that be! I have traversed the starry sky for many years, what kind of storms have I not seen? How could I possibly panic so easily!”

However, no sooner had he spoken than he seemed to realize his lapse, lowering his voice slightly and muttering softly.

“It’s just that I think your idea, kid, is truly too crazy.”

A strange light flashed in Lin Yan’s eyes, and his expression became unusually serious.

“Old Ancestor, you should know that whether our race can completely reverse the situation of this great war depends on the upcoming battle.”

“As long as you can withstand the pressure, I am absolutely confident that I can completely reverse our race’s decline.”

A look of confidence immediately flashed in Ou Mo’s eyes; he straightened his chest and said proudly.

“Since we have decided not to withdraw after annihilating the Spirit Race army, then if the Yao Race intends to seek revenge, they should be arriving soon.”

“As long as you, kid, can ensure that your ability of phenomena is not suppressed by numbers, then under this starry sky, I am confident that no Immortal King of any race can easily face me!”

“Even those two Immortal King Peak powerhouses from the Immortal Race and God Race cannot!”

Hearing this, Lin Yan smiled faintly, his smile full of confidence and composure.

“With that one sentence from you, Old Ancestor, it’s enough.”

The battle is over?

No, this is just the beginning of a massive storm!

...In the vast starry sky not far from where the Human Race army rested, dozens of figures swiftly traversed like shooting stars chasing the moon, breaking the tranquility of this serene Universe.

Their speed was extreme; wherever they passed, the starlight seemed to be stretched and distorted, like a dreamlike yet dangerous interstellar painting.

The four figures at the very front were particularly striking; they strolled leisurely while spreading their Divine Thought like an invisible net in all directions, fully searching for any suspicious signs, not missing a single corner of this starry sky.

“Que Ci, Bi Qingan.” The leading elder, his gaze deep as an abyss, was the first to break the brief silence, his voice echoing in the quiet starry sky, carrying a hint of solemnity and inquiry.

“This direction was previously with you and Ran Gu of the Spirit Race.”

“Now, another Demon Mountain has inexplicably shattered at this critical moment. In your opinion, who could be responsible for this?”

Que Ci’s face was stern, his eyes revealing a hint of decisiveness and resolve, and he responded without hesitation.

“It’s unlikely to be the Spirit Race.”

“Since Bi Qingan and I left, Ran Gu has been replaced by Zhong Kun in the Spirit Race.”

“As the First Immortal King of the Spirit Race, he has no reasonable reason, whether from strategic planning or self-interest, to rashly shatter our race’s Demon Mountain.”

“Such an act would be of no benefit to him; instead, it might cause unnecessary disputes and chaos.”

Bi Qingan nodded slightly from the side, his eyes also showing agreement with Que Ci’s viewpoint, and he added.

“Zhong Kun has always acted prudently; he would not make such an unwise move during this sensitive period.”