The lingering echoes of Noah Space C’s voice resonated through the void, its tentacles rapidly merging from a multitude into three, each one blazing with an unholy luminescence!

These three appendages instantly coiled around another of Noah Space E’s intact pincers, and a terrifying cracking sound erupted, as if a heavy stone were smashing against bone—once, twice, thrice! The sickening creak-creak sound tortured the nerves until, with a violent snap, that massive pincer was wrenched clean off. However, several razor-sharp spikes suddenly shot out from Noah Space E’s abdomen with a shrieking sound, imbued with such intensity they felt capable of cleaving through time itself, skewering Noah Space C!

Vast quantities of unknown fluid sprayed from the wound, drifting into the vacuum of space. Upon vaporization, it formed immense clouds of black mist, emanating an indescribable, fetid fragrance. Some who inhaled it became drowsy and listless; others felt a sudden, vibrant surge of energy.

It was clear that Noah Space E had suffered a severe blow, yet when Noah Space C attacked again, a mesh-like membrane of light manifested over the opponent's surface, completely absorbing the assault.

"Hahaha!" Noah Space E somehow managed a laugh. "This is the extent of the damage you can inflict, you fool! Do you think the final failsafe set by the Creator to prevent our mutual annihilation could be breached so easily?"

At that moment, Fang Senyan and the other contractors suddenly felt seventeen or eighteen tentacles erupt from the surrounding floor with a whoosh, wrapping them tightly. The tentacles then dissolved into one another, enveloping each contractor entirely. They appeared like gigantic, erect, flesh-red tadpoles—large heads and long tails—but their surfaces were knotted with sinew and covered in pulsating vascular tissue!

Then, an indescribable, immense thrust emanated from within Noah Space C, forcefully ejecting all participating contractors. A stream of viscous, dark-green substance shot out from behind each of them, leaving behind a horrifying line in the vast expanse of space. From a distance, it looked as if countless dark-green threads were being projected from Noah Space C’s hull, plunging deep into the interior of Noah Space E!

"Explanation! Explanation! You are protected by this spatial flesh-and-blood armor. It allows you to survive in space and travel at extreme velocities. You are about to pass through the Creator's Filter on the surface of Noah Space E. The instant you break through, you must maintain a mind empty of all thoughts, absolutely devoid of any hostility, or you will be annihilated."

From an observer’s perspective, high-speed travel might appear incredibly cool, but for the pilot, it was far from pleasant. Fang Senyan felt as if he were riding a motorcycle at over 300 kilometers per hour without a helmet. The air roared deafeningly in his ears, and the scenery dissolved into countless streaks of light!

Hearing the space’s directive, a chill ran through his heart. He hastily closed his eyes, trying to think of nothing, to see nothing. Yet, thanks to Fang Senyan’s profound perception, he could still 'observe' himself from an external, god-like vantage point, plummeting downward like a meteor trailing a long fire tail. Upon contact with the Creator's Filter—which emitted a faint white glow—he shot through without the slightest hesitation!

Of course, Fang Senyan also noted that approximately one-fifth of the group, upon impact, were instantly reduced to a wisp of blue smoke upon touching the Creator's Filter, like moths drawn to a flame, vanishing into the wind without even a cry or scream.

Fang Senyan couldn't help but marvel. This flesh-and-blood armor covering him could traverse the vacuum of space, its resilience surpassing that of ordinary meteorites, and his own strength was completely restrained! Yet, such rugged protection vanished into nothingness before the Creator's Filter. How awe-inspiring must the Creator’s power be!

However, Fang Senyan had little time for reflection. In a flash, he had ripped through the Creator's Filter, treating it as if it were mere air. During the passage, he felt a chilling sensation, as if his entire soul and body had been scanned by something icy and clear, before he was immediately allowed passage.

He sped past the Creator's Filter, his pupils constricting as he watched himself hurtle toward the ground at a horrifying velocity! Fang Senyan was moving at least several hundred meters per second; at that speed, even water below would feel harder than concrete.

With a deafening BOOM, Fang Senyan’s impact carved an astonishing crater into the earth! The edges of the wound convulsed and writhed unnaturally, oozing a pale-yellow fluid. The ruptured surface revealed matter that was a hybrid of flesh and metallic texture. The flesh-and-blood armor that had encased him contracted, clinging tightly to his body. It now resembled ancient gladiator armor, protecting only the chest, lower body, and throat, but its surface emitted a soft radiance, subtly counteracting the surrounding environment.

Fang Senyan stood up, shaking his head, and suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity. He hadn't noticed it looking down from above, but now, standing on the ground, he recognized the layout: wasn't this the Trading Hall of the spatial hub? His heart tightened:

"Have I actually entered the interior of the opposing Noah Space M?"

Soon, Fang Senyan confirmed his suspicion. Small doors along the nearby walls slid open, and several contractors charged out, roaring. They shone with a soft white light, whereas he himself was emitting a glaring red light!

"You have entered the interior of Noah Space M! The power imbued in the flesh-and-blood armor you wear will resist the will of Noah Space M! Preventing you from being annihilated by it!"

"Your mission is destruction! Slaughter! Destroy everything visible and slaughter every being that does not belong to this space!"

"Combat between you and the contractors affiliated with Noah Space M will follow the rules of engagement in a normal world."

"Due to the Gaia principle, although you may encounter contractors higher than the Fierce Epoch level here, their attacks against you will be weakened. Conversely, if you attack a contractor not belonging to the Fierce Epoch, your attacks will tend toward inefficacy."

Fang Senyan hadn't fully processed these prompts before he was locked onto by several incoming contractors who immediately launched a furious assault. However, Fang Senyan’s current strength had indeed reached an astonishing level. His base attributes were already several times that of his peers, he was protected by the true luck skill reserved for protagonists, he wielded a high-tier Legendary weapon, and he wore the Bloody Major General’s battle armor!

Therefore, he grit his teeth and barreled straight through their attacks. His charge was utterly brutal and imposing, like a heavy tank rolling over everything. Amidst the swirling smoke, Fang Senyan shouldered aside a defending MT holding a shield, then swept his sword in a great arc. With a grating clash, he sliced an opening across the enemy’s arm before rolling forward.

The shielding MT, preparing to pursue, suddenly choked, his eyes bulging, letting out a loud, racking cough that grew from light to agonizing. Though he clutched his throat, the sound became heartbreakingly desperate, morphing from coughing into violent retching. Shocking amounts of bright red and clotted matter were expelled. The MT slumped, paralyzed, only hearing the screams of his teammates. The wound inflicted by Fang Senyan had rapidly begun to rot and fester, exposing the white bone beneath!

At this point, Fang Senyan’s power was completely beyond the ability of these few Raiders to resist. Just then, taking advantage of a momentary lapse in Fang Senyan’s focus, a dark shadow leaped from the corner’s gloom, sweeping a dagger across as Fang Senyan was mid-attack!

The strike was ghost-like, filled with an unearthly virulence!

Fang Senyan neither dodged nor evaded. The Twin Serpent Rings on his fingers flashed, and an illusion of the King Ruler of the Gondorian Royal Lineage manifested, forming a brilliantly shining golden mirror—the King's Shield of the Ring of Barahir!

The dagger struck the mirror, which shattered instantly with a piercing screech. Sparks shot out two or three feet long, yet the dagger still managed to wound Fang Senyan. However, the muscles around the injury immediately convulsed and twisted together, attempting a forced, violent healing, though the area around the cut continued to flicker with phantom images of the dagger, relentlessly slicing.

Naturally, the damage reflected by Fang Senyan’s Legendary equipment was not easily sustained. A muffled groan echoed from the darkness, followed by receding footsteps. However, a shower of dripping blue light, sparkling with ethereal luminescence, began to spill onto the ground, possessing a cruel beauty.

Seeing this, Fang Senyan acted without hesitation, giving immediate chase! What was he thinking? Only Legendary equipment could shatter the King's Shield. This opponent was clearly brimming with valuable spoils; there was no way he could be allowed to escape!