192: Battle of the Royal Capital 6

In just a short moment.

All the top The Strong Ones of the Rebel Army who had returned were completely wiped out.

There was no thrilling, protracted battle, no collision between evenly matched opponents, only a... nearly mocking, one-sided crushing and purging.

The battlefield fell eerily silent for a moment.

Whether it was the warriors under Blade Claw or the remaining, trembling Rebel Army, all witnessed this scene that resembled a divine punishment.

Blade Claw stood amidst the newly added remains that represented the strongest power of the Rebel Army, lowered its illusory palm gently, and its golden vertical pupils swept across the entire battlefield.

On the scorched earth, corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed like rivers, and the air was filled with a thick stench of blood and burning.

Its gaze finally landed on the dense mass of the Rebel Army in the distance, which had completely lost its Battle Intent and was like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Those ordinary beasts, those modified fierce beasts, those low-level warriors, and those Transcendents who were barely worth looking at,

Blade Claw watched the scene, which looked like livestock waiting to be slaughtered; in its vertical pupils, that trace of cold excitement gradually faded, replaced by a nearly indifferent weariness.

It seemed that even the slaughter had become dull and tasteless.

It slowly raised that illusory Hand of God.

But this time, it was not pointing at any specific target.

Its palm was directed towards the sky.

"Hum——"

An indescribable palpitation suddenly spread out, centered on the high platform!

The sky seemed to have been pressed with a pause button at this moment.

The clouds stopped moving, the sound of the wind eerily vanished, and only a suffocating sense of oppression remained, shrouding the heart of every living being on the scorched earth.

Immediately after, directly above the high platform, in that dead-silent sky, shadows began to gather.

At first, it was just a faint patch, like ink dropped into water, quickly spreading out.

Then, that shadow became dense and solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, extending downwards!

A silhouette began to appear.

It was the silhouette of... a palm.

A palm so huge it exceeded imagination!

It covered the sky, casting a vast, boundless shadow that completely enveloped the entire battlefield—whether it was the Rebel Army's positions, the phalanxes of warriors under Blade Claw, or even that lonely palace!

The lines of the palm were clearly visible, like mountain ranges and gullies, exuding an ancient and vast aura.

Indescribable energy luster flowed upon it, as if it had condensed the purest will of destruction between heaven and earth.

【Heavenly Punishment】!

This was no longer the Hand of God aimed at individuals, but an indiscriminate... divine punishment covering the entire area!

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen.

On the scorched earth, whether it was the Rebel Army gasping for breath or Blade Claw's disciplined personal guards, all subconsciously raised their heads, staring blankly at the shadow that was slowly pressing down, representing absolute death.

Fear reached its peak.

It was no longer a simple fear of death, but the trembling and sense of insignificance from the deepest part of the Soul when facing a great power that was completely incomprehensible and unresistible.

"No... No..." A wild wolf with a broken front paw lay paralyzed on the ground, looking at the sky, emitting desperate whimpers, defecating and urinating simultaneously.

"What... what is it doing?!" On the other side, a Transcendent of the Rebel Army near the edge of Blade Claw's phalanx, their voice distorted and twisted by extreme fear, "It... its subordinates are also down here!"

"Run! Run quickly!" Someone shouted, as if igniting a powder keg.

The remaining Rebel Army completely collapsed; they fled in all directions like headless flies, trampling over each other, just hoping to escape that shadow that was getting closer and closer.

But where could they run? The entire battlefield was under the coverage of that giant palm!

And the warriors under Blade Claw, although they did not collapse like the Rebel Army, their faces were also filled with horror and... disbelief.

"King... even us..." A battle-hardened Tiger-tribe warrior standing in the front row subconsciously gripped the war blade in his hand, feeling the terrifying pressure descending from the sky, his throat dry, murmuring softly.

The Leopard-tribe companion beside him bumped him hard, eyes stern, signaling him to shut up.

But the Leopard-tribe warrior's slightly trembling claws exposed the turmoil in his heart.

General Black Ape, General Cheetah, General Giant Eagle... these generals who had previously easily dealt with The Strong Ones of the Rebel Army were now also looking up at the sky, their faces pale.

They could feel more than ordinary warriors how terrifying the power contained in that giant palm was; it was a great power sufficient to completely wipe this area off the map!

"King... this is..." General Black Ape spoke with difficulty, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling, but eventually swallowed the rest of his words.

Question the King? That was courting death.

Blade Claw turned a blind eye to all reactions.

Its gaze remained just as indifferent, as if everything below about to be crushed, whether enemy or its own subordinates, was nothing but insignificant dust.

Just at this moment——

"Roar——!!!"

At the end of despair, the maddest courage often breeds.

In the Rebel Army camp, several remaining auras suddenly erupted!

Not to run away, but to... resist!

A jackal covered in blood suddenly poured its remaining power into its wolf claws; it crouched and leaped, like the last unyielding stone, launching a desperate collision towards the huge shadow in the sky!

Although weak, it carried the determination to perish together!

Further away, that one-legged Stone-Armored Giant Bear let out a heaven-shaking roar; its only remaining arm slammed into the ground, earth and stone surged, condensing into a huge, cracked stone spear, and with its last ounce of strength, it threw it towards the sky!

Scattered energy beams, broken Spell totems, and even the most primitive roars filled with blood and hatred...

Dozens, hundreds... the final counterattacks from those dying rebels, like Firefly moving against the current, fiercely charged towards that giant palm that blotted out the sky!

They knew this was futile, knew this was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But they were unwilling!

Unwilling to be crushed silently like ants just like this!

Even if they were to die, they had to let out a final roar!

This desperate and tragic counterattack, in front of the massive Heavenly Punishment, seemed so small, so insignificant.

However, at this moment, they became the only light on this desperate battlefield.

They huddled together, trembling, whimpering, and even began to trample on each other, just to get a little further away from that demonic figure.