The dim clouds clustered like balls of grey cotton, countless interwoven barriers dense as an electric net, various deadly weapons and rare treasures lurking in the shadows, releasing surging fluctuations like venomous snakes waiting silently for prey to draw near.

Figures drifted lightly, like wandering spirits, around the critical points of the perimeter barrier of the Demon Blood Star, searching for an opportunity.

Among them were Sloan and Keda, along with Fernandes and several First God realm experts from the Bai family; they had stealthily approached, quietly awaiting the right moment.

Their auras were completely concealed, making them virtually invisible within the grey clouds, not revealing the slightest trace of vital energy.

Sloan and Keda held their breath, their gazes tranquil as still water, their minds engaged in secret calculations.

Surrounding the pair was a crisscrossing mesh of eerie azure lightning, the bolts weaving together into a vast net, creating a bizarre world conjured by thunder and flash, permeated with terrifying electrical currents that made one’s scalp tingle.

Both Sloan and Keda were at the Second Heaven of the First God realm, yet even near the currents, they felt their pores tremble—an instinctive warning sign of danger to their divine bodies.

A tightening gripped their hearts; they immediately grew solemn, daring not to touch the electrical net lightly.

They both turned their eyes towards the direction of the Divine Race warships, ship after ship gleaming with icy metallic light, majestic and severe, like frozen mountain ranges. Gradually, powerful fluctuations of exploding Divine Crystals began to reach them.

Sloan and Keda’s expressions suddenly lit up with joy.

Whoosh!

A pillar of light, thick as an ancient tree, crystalline and brilliant, like a galaxy bursting its banks, bearing wild and pure energy, slammed toward this very spot.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, countless similarly crystalline and thick pillars of light erupted from the Divine Race warships, all glittering brightly, dazzlingly sharp, bringing with them terrifying energy impacts.

The deafening roar of explosions immediately became incessant.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of layers of the Demon Blood Star’s outer barriers erupted in splendid, radiant light. The multicolored brilliance rippled outward like waves in water, causing time and space to seem distorted, making the galaxy tremble relentlessly.

Thousands of Divine Race warships simultaneously spewed out crystalline cannon fire, burning Divine Crystals, consuming materials accumulated by the Divine Race over ten millennia, bombarding the planet with crystal artillery!

The massive Demon Blood Star vibrated with a deep rumble, and fine cracks gradually appeared across its surface. Many warships moored on the ground could not withstand the strain, emitting crisp sounds of kacha, kacha, as if they were about to explode.

Minor leaders from the Medicine Apparatus Pavilion, the Yan Clan, the Jing Clan, and the Divine Light factions roared across the planet's surface in war chariots, all shouting loudly, commanding the warships to hover and instructing them not to remain grounded.

The Demon God Hall shook with a thunderous rumble, and the city structures of Divine Continent City echoed with enormous noise. Many city constructions that were not firmly built collapsed, sending dust soaring, forcing many martial artists to emerge clutching their heads in distress.

Everyone knew that the Divine Race had launched its final, surging offensive; starting today, the most arduous period for the Demon Blood Star had arrived.

The Divine Race warships anchored in the galaxy unleashed endless beams of crystal cannon light, shooting toward the Demon Blood Star like dazzling rivers of stars, painting a scene of magnificent grandeur.

The perimeter barrier of the Demon Blood Star bloomed with strange light, resembling the most beautiful, vibrant fireworks, possessing a heart-stopping beauty.

"Truly beautiful, mesmerizing. The Demon Blood Star is as if encircled by rainbows, a pity... danger lurks everywhere."

"Behind beautiful scenery often lies a fatal crisis. The Divine Race finally lost patience."

"They think they can break the defensive line with warships? It won't be that simple; they must have a backup plan."

Fu Wei, Lin Xin, and Feng Han stood atop the Demon God Hall, their brows tightly furrowed as they murmured softly while observing the brilliant, magnificent colors in the vault of the sky above them.

Beneath them lay the inner hall of the Demon God Temple.

In the inner hall, Shang Chen presented the mirror-like crystal once more, reconnecting the link.

The figures of Sha Yu, Wu Feng, Mo Fu, and Jiao Shan gradually became clear. Upon seeing Shi Yan, they smiled and greeted him, their expressions invigorated.

"How prepared are you?" Shi Yan asked in a deep voice.

"Everything is ready. We only await your command to immediately cast the net," Sha Yu stated.

Shi Yan smiled brilliantly, revealing a row of white teeth, and said, "It's time to act."

"Understood! Haha!"

Sha Yu, Wu Feng, and the others burst into joyful laughter, displaying an eagerness to start, as if they had waited for this moment for a very long time.

Since entering the Ancient Continent, they had been suppressed by Mia, Philip, Heg, and the new generation leaders of the Divine Race. In their respective star regions, they were the protagonists, but in the 'Wasteland,' they were all supporting characters; many talented individuals like them had been killed by the Divine Race.

Fortunately, they had encountered Shi Yan...

Otherwise, all of them might have ended up as mere sacrifices to sustain the Divine Race's power for another ten thousand years!

This was absolutely intolerable!

From the moment they escaped the 'Wasteland,' every single one of them had secretly sworn to take revenge on the Divine Race, to teach them a bloody lesson.

Surprisingly, every one of their elders supported them, and even many juniors who usually looked down on them cooperated astonishingly well.

They held all the advantages—the right time, the right place, and the right people. This battle would allow them to slaughter to their hearts' content, ensuring that from this engagement onward, the Divine Race would truly fall from its pedestal.

The myth of the Divine Race's unbroken victory would be shattered by them, and they would become witnesses—and direct participants—in a new history!

This made their blood boil!

The Divine Race warships, like dragons spitting fire, relentlessly bombarded the Demon Blood Star. Numerous Divine Race members also executed profound techniques and activated their altars.

Ice spikes rained down like hail, flames surged like a sea, lightning struck like threads, and light shot down like meteors; myriad profound arts were spurred forth, all slamming into the Demon Blood Star.

The Demon Blood Star’s barriers were being depleted. The hundreds of layers of defenses were gradually being breached. At this time, the dazzling sky of the Demon Blood Star was filled with hovering warships.

"Any barrier or shield in this world draws its source from energy. A barrier without energy is like thin paper—easily pierced,"

Fick commented expansively, his gaze cool and detached, stating calmly, "The impact and bombardment against a barrier is, plainly put, draining its energy foundation. Once the barrier seal lacks energy support, it means the defense line is completely broken."

He elegantly raised a goblet of wine, took a sip of crimson liquor, and smiled, "We have time. My clan has sufficient wealth and military might. Conquering the Demon Blood Star is merely a matter of time."

Lannott and Bai Can smiled and nodded in agreement.

Whoosh!

A unique disc-shaped war chariot of the Shadow Race zipped over, suddenly docking near the edge of the circular platform. The Shadow Race member, ignoring the guards' questions and attempts to stop him, shrieked out, "Clan Leader! We have a situation! It’s extremely serious!"

Fick’s face darkened; he waved his hand, "Come here!"

The Shadow Race member abandoned the chariot and shot over like lightning, kneeling on one knee in supplication, "Clan Leader, our perimeter patrol discovered numerous warships. Those warships... they absolutely do not belong to the Marya Star Domain!"

Fick, Lannott, and Bai Can’s expressions shifted drastically.

"How many warships?" Fick roared.

"Tens of thousands! Innumerable, densely packed martial artists—they... they have surrounded us!" The Shadow Race member kept his head lowered, not daring to look at the changed faces of Fick, Lannott, and Bai Can, feeling fear and unease.

"Investigate immediately! We must clarify their identity and origin!" Fick bellowed.

The Shadow Race member quickly retreated, hastily getting back into the disc-shaped chariot and flying away to continue contacting his kinsmen for reconnaissance.

"They must be martial artists from other star domains. In the Wasteland, Shi Yan held immense prestige, and many leaders from various major star domains regarded him as their head," Mia suddenly said in a cold voice.

Philip nodded heavily. "Those people... they were not entirely purged and bear deep enmity toward our clan. Now that they are all free, they dare to act against us—truly audacious!"

Mia and Philip had been involved in everything in the Wasteland. They knew well how Shi Yan had forged connections with the young elites of various star domains through the trials of the Wasteland. Because he obtained the Origin Fruit, his prestige was momentarily pushed to its peak.

For tens of thousands of years, a saying had circulated throughout the vast starry sea: The race that possesses the Origin Fruit is destined to dominate the starry sea for ten thousand years!

The strong powers of all star domains firmly believed this saying.

Abundant facts proved this: the reason the Divine Race prospered back then, and why they remained so mighty now, was because the Divine Race ancestors merged with the Origin Fruit ten thousand years ago, leading the masses to expel the Bloodthirsty lineage and thereby replace them as the overlords of the starry sea.

Ten thousand years later, Shi Yan seized the Origin Fruit. Did this mean the Divine Race would be replaced?

"Damn Heg!" Fick cursed fiercely. "If he had secured the Origin Fruit, would those people dare to harbor rebellious thoughts? This is truly troublesome now. They must believe our clan is declining, which is why they are rising up! We absolutely cannot lose this battle, or everyone will believe the saying about the Origin Fruit is true, and even more people will challenge our authority!"

Lannott nodded calmly and decisively said, "I will contact the clan immediately."

"Yes, you must explain the severity of this situation!" Fick urged.

Lannott suddenly sat down and took out a strange stone block imprinted with the twelve house emblems of the Divine Race, pouring his soul consciousness into it...

He suddenly opened his eyes, his expression aghast, and shouted, "The passage to the Ancestral Star is sealed!"

Fick, Philip, Mia, and the others all looked shaken.

They understood what this meant.

Unless there was no spatial passage connecting the Marya Star Domain and the Ancient God Star Domain, such a situation would not occur. The inability to establish a connection now naturally meant the spatial passage via the Shadow Prison Abyss had been sealed and solidified once more.

The enemy clearly had no intention of letting them return to the Ancient God Star Domain alive.

"Insolent, lowly race! How dare they challenge my clan's divine might!" Lannott hissed low, suddenly chanting a cryptic spell. Traces of blue-black lines gradually crept over his face, and thin black filaments appeared in his pupils, like minute poisonous snakes.

As he chanted, beads of blood seeped from his body, his physical form rapidly paling, his essence, spirit, and vitality withering like a dying flower.

This was a secret curse of the Divine Race, similar to secret arts like Purgatory Burning; it forcibly generated a strange energy by consuming the essence and vitality of the physical body.

That energy could penetrate beyond domains!

A beam of grey-black light flew from Lannott's brow, injecting into the strange stone. Lannott’s soul intent seemed to pass through overlapping layers of the void, suddenly locating a presence within an ancient temple on the Ancient God Continent.

"I am Lannott, Clan Leader of the Fernandes family. I have encountered trouble. I request an audience with the elders to detail the situation..."