315: Sweep! All races!

Hearing these words, Lin Yan's lips curled up slightly, and he shook his head with a light laugh, saying nothing more.

He slowly lowered his gaze, his eyes piercing through the endless void, looking straight down at the star-filled battlefield below, where the sounds of slaughter shook the heavens.

In an instant, golden light suddenly burst forth from his eyes, just like brilliant stars suddenly lighting up in the pitch-black night sky. The light was dazzling, as if it were about to illuminate the vast Universe.

In that split second, a deafening roar suddenly rang out.

Boom—!

A Supreme One's pressure, like Mount Tai collapsing, swept down with endless power and terror.

Wherever it passed, space seemed unable to bear the weight, being extremely compressed and twisted, emitting heart-wrenching "creaking" sounds.

In that moment.

The Ten Thousand Races Alliance Army, who were fighting desperately against the Human Race army, were all tightly imprisoned by this sudden pressure.

Their bodies instantly felt as heavy as lead, becoming stiff and numb, unable to move an inch, as if bound tightly by countless invisible and tough iron chains, unable to break free.

What... what is going on?

The Ten Thousand Races Alliance Army immediately fell into extreme panic and chaos.

From the Saint Kings down to the King Rank Martial Artists trembling inside their Warships.

Countless eyes were filled with shock, and fear drowned them like a tide.

They looked up in terror, trembling as they gazed at the endless firmament.

They saw a towering giant shadow, seemingly capable of supporting this boundless Universe, hanging high above the starry sky.

Its figure was majestic, its Aura powerful. The mere sight of its dignified outline was enough to inspire awe, like ants looking up at a god.

In the giant shadow's eyes, mysterious and profound black-gold flames danced. The flames were like karmic fire originating from the abyss of Hell, coldly and ruthlessly watching the living beings below, as if judging them, or perhaps proclaiming something.

On the side of the Human Race army, the moment everyone saw this towering giant shadow, expressions of ecstatic joy instantly bloomed on their faces.

"Supreme One! (Brother Yan, Leader)! ! !"

Countless roars that shook heaven and earth echoed through the starry sky.

What did this scene mean for the Human Race?

Anyone with a sound mind could deeply comprehend the immense significance it contained.

They had won!

In this crucial battle that decided the outcome of the Great War—the Void Supreme One Great War—the Human Race had achieved a great victory!

It was as if it were confirming the excitement and joy about to erupt within the hearts of the Human Race.

On the cold, stern face of the giant shadow hanging high in the starry sky, lips slightly parted, and it softly uttered one word.

"Suppress!"

As this low voice, which seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Serenities of Hell, fell.

The Supreme One's pressure that shrouded the entire starry sky was like a lit powder keg, suddenly exploding violently.

The entire starry sky seemed to be shaken by a power beyond imagination, as if suffering a world-ending catastrophe.

Light flashed crazily, blindingly bright, and space seemed to be wantonly kneaded and shaken by an invisible giant hand.

In an instant, with Lin Yan as the core, the surrounding space suddenly exploded.

Space was constantly shattering and reforming, as if the creation and destruction of the Universe were playing out at this very moment.

The originally smooth and flat space instantly turned into countless sharp fragments, surging towards the alien army at an astonishing speed exceeding the speed of light.

They had no time to make any reaction, unable to put up even the slightest bit of resistance.

The bodies of all the Martial Artists in the Ten Thousand Races Alliance Army were ruthlessly pierced and cut by these space fragments, as if they were fragile paper.

The fragments easily penetrated their defenses, instantly dismembering their bodies into countless tiny pieces. On every fragment remained the remnants of their Souls. These remnants were like ghosts trapped in Hell, struggling and howling in pain, yet powerless to resist this destructive power originating from the Law of Space's Origin, they could only wait in despair for the fate of being completely annihilated.

And the Warships where those King Rank Martial Artists were located suffered a catastrophic disaster under the great power of this Law of Space.

The metal hulls of the Warships were first compressed and deformed by the space pressure, which was so powerful it could crush stars.

Then, starting from the inside, as if being torn apart madly by countless invisible giant hands, the entire ship body instantly fell apart, turning into countless atomic-sized particles that dissipated into the vast Universe.

Those King Rank Martial Artists didn't even have time to let out a cry of alarm before they were wiped out along with the Warships, ground to dust by this violent power, leaving not a trace behind.

In that moment, the entire starry sky seemed to turn into a giant meat grinder.

And the Ten Thousand Races Alliance Army were like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, completely powerless and defenseless.

Faced with this terrifying power, their struggles and resistance seemed so insignificant, like mayflies trying to shake a tree.

The tremors of space continued, and amidst the flashing light, space rifts, like the gaping mouths of an abyss, continuously devoured the remains and shattered Souls of the alien race, swallowing everything into endless darkness.

Leaving only a vast and dead-silent starry sky, as if the clamor and conquest of the alien army had never existed here, returning to its original silence and peace.

"Supreme One! ! !"

Amidst the sky-filling, frenzied roars.

Lin Yan floated quietly in this starry sky reshaped by his power, his expression as calm as water.

He just slowly raised his head, looking at the vast and boundless starry sky, as if pondering something.

Sensing his movement, the entire Human Race army, as if sharing a telepathic connection, also raised their eyes simultaneously, looking at the flat, unobstructed scenery of the starry sky outside the pass.

In that moment, everyone, already too excited to control themselves, felt as if they had been struck by an electric current in their hearts, simultaneously understanding what their pride was preparing to do.

Under the gaze of the masses.

The giant shadow conjured by Lin Yan slowly raised its hand, pointing into the distance.

"Sweep! Ten Thousand Races!"

In his calm tone, there was endless majesty and determination.

As the words fell.

"Acknowledged! ! !"

"Supreme One's order! Sweep the Ten Thousand Races! ! !"

The Seven Ancestors of the Human Race appeared from the void, leading all the supreme experts.

Their figures were upright and resolute, like towering mountains, emitting a powerful Aura.

The boundless Human Race army quickly divided into four neat and majestic legions, and under their leadership, they marched out in a grand procession.

At this moment.

Dong... dong-dong dong-dong...

The war drums from the nearby Yanxu Pass were still resounding, shaking the heavens, as if cheering and shouting for this marching army.

The giant shadow of Lin Yan, hanging outside the pass, was like a peerless emperor, quietly watching the four legions gradually disappear from view.

(PS: Happy New Year's Day! Taking a day off tomorrow!)