Yang Ying would never have allowed Dao Feng to utter such words unless he was absolutely certain of victory. Currently, they were pursuing Kalagunis, an escalating chase that had already involved jumping through a dozen wormholes, placing them seven or eight thousand light-years from the planet Boyad.

Here was a nebula of colored stardust, a spectacle both bizarre and magnificent, inspiring involuntary awe at the sheer grandeur of nature’s creation.

Kalagunis exchanged only a few blows with Yang Ying before being instantly ensnared by currents of electricity. As time wore on, Yang Ying absorbed a vast amount of combat experience from Kalagunis, manifesting an increasingly dominant pressure. Where Kalagunis could once find slivers of opportunity to counterattack, he was now reduced to merely defending, utterly incapable of striking back.

In the void, Yang Ying flashed forward, closing the distance on Kalagunis, and flung out a spear of lightning aimed at the alien's shoulder. The principles of electricity, along with their intricate and subtle variations, had been completely deciphered by Yang Ying. The current in his hands condensed into tangible matter, obedient as soft clay, ready to be molded into any shape.

Swords, spears, halberds, even the legendary Eighteen Arms—Yang Ying could simulate them all with pure electricity. Beings at the Fourth Level no longer relied on mere light sabers; they could conjure far more formidable weaponry from energy at any moment.

Seeing the lightning spear hurtle toward him, Kalagunis roared, compressing his own malevolent aura into the shape of a great saber, which he swung to meet the attack.

It must be noted that both Yang Ying and Kalagunis were now colossal giants, easily towering over a thousand meters high. The spear in Yang Ying’s hand stretched to twenty-five hundred meters, its shaft thick as sixty or seventy meters—a truly earth-shattering behemoth reminiscent of a celestial pillar. Kalagunis’s saber, while shorter at around eighteen hundred meters, possessed a blade so vast it seemed like a dozen football fields laid end-to-end.

When the spear tip met the saber edge, an explosion of infinite afterimages erupted. In a single second, they clashed countless times, radiating light and heat so intense it rivaled the brilliance of a sun.

Waves of spatial distortion rippled outward; any passing meteoroid that grazed the disturbance instantly detonated into...

“Take this!” Yang Ying retracted his spear slightly, then thrust it down again with ferocious power. The very fabric of space seemed to tear under the tip, accompanied by sharp sonic booms, as the spear point materialized instantly before Kalagunis’s chest.

“Argh!!” Kalagunis bellowed, sweeping his saber in a wide arc. The blade trailed infinite flames, resembling a battle standard, slicing the surrounding space into utter fragmentation.

Boom!

In an instant, light flared blindingly, shattering space itself to reveal a ruptured wormhole, its destination unknown. Such unstable portals were treacherous, filled with spatial rents and unknown pitfalls, where entry often meant immediate dismemberment and being cast into disparate locations.

Yet, Kalagunis gambled—he hurtled straight into the collapsing vortex, attempting to leverage its instability to shake off Yang Ying.

“Dream on!” Yang Ying’s strike had pulverized Kalagunis’s saber, but the lightning spear remained intact. In a flash, he executed a swift reverse strike, piercing directly into the wormhole. A blinding ring of light shot out from the entrance.

Rumble!

The wormhole detonated, ignited by the lightning spear. Kalagunis, mid-transit, was not only halted but violently expelled by the blast wave, flung clear of the portal.

“Die!” Yang Ying hurled the lightning spear at his reeling foe.

Kalagunis, still soaring backward, reacted instantly, conjuring a shield of malevolent flame to intercept the projectile. The lightning spear smashed against it, and both attacks annihilated each other, dissolving into the vacuum.

Yang Ying surged through the lingering embers of the spear and shield, manifesting a lightning sword in each palm, and brought them down in a twin slash toward Kalagunis.

Kalagunis, using the precious moment bought by his shield, regained his composure and unleashed a series of spatial tremors, folding and stretching the intervening space to increase the distance between them.

Space Shield! That was the technique Kalagunis had just used to escape Yang Ying’s previous lethal assault.

“Out of tricks? Using the same move twice, do you think it will work on me now? Be broken!” Yang Ying’s sword light flashed, instantly traversing the countless folds of space, bringing him face-to-face with Kalagunis once more.

Just then, a wormhole spun open, and Feroe shot out. Upon seeing the two giants locked in combat, he convulsed, his form surging upward until he, too, towered at the kilometer mark.

However, Feroe’s power lagged behind Kalagunis’s. While both surpassed a thousand meters, Kalagunis actually measured closer to twelve hundred, whereas Feroe had only just managed to cross the thousand-meter threshold.

“Lord Kalagunis, I am here to assist you!” Feroe swept his hand, scattering a cloud of green motes that solidified into small green arrows, all rocketing toward Yang Ying. Despite their diminutive size, each arrow was forty or fifty meters long—the height of a fifteen-story building.

Yang Ying observed them with his High-Level Spirit Sight and knew that even a brute like a Blood-Bull Zerg Matriarch would be critically injured, near death, from absorbing a single one of those impacts. But Yang Ying felt no concern. He merely pointed a finger at Feroe: “Feroe, you arrive at the perfect time! First, accept my Mind Storm!” A spark of electricity flickered from his fingertip.

Crack! Rumble!

Endless lightning erupted from the void, instantly obliterating Feroe’s green arrows before surging onward toward him.

“Ah!” Feroe dared not delay, flashing away with incredible speed to several hundred kilometers distant, escaping the immediate epicenter of the Mind Storm. Nevertheless, his body was struck by stray currents from the attack, leaving a residual...

At that moment, Dao Feng appeared from a wormhole.

“Do not kill him. I promised Tibuz that he would return alive. This was the condition for the rest of the Tibuz family not to interfere,” Dao Feng stated.

“Agreed.”

Although Yang Ying and Dao Feng were one and the same, and Yang Ying knew exactly what Dao Feng had done, Feroe and Kalagunis did not. Thus, putting on a show for their benefit cost nothing.

Of course, Dao Feng had guaranteed Feroe’s survival, not his immaculate condition. So, reducing Feroe to the brink of death would not constitute a breach of contract.

“Receive this.” Feroe teleported next to Kalagunis, conjuring a long green whip and cracking it at Yang Ying.

“Tricks!” Yang Ying spread his arms, and a deep azure light flared. A massive surge of electricity erupted from his hands, weaving itself into a vast net that swept toward Feroe.

Snap!

Feroe struck the net with his whip, shattering a small portion of the current, but the surrounding tendrils instantly reconnected, and the entire electric web closed in, unshaken.

Dao Feng also entered the fray, his fingers dancing as he launched a relentless barrage of Feedback spells toward Feroe and Kalagunis.

“Not good, move!” Kalagunis and Feroe simultaneously sensed an overwhelming wave of danger. Feroe whipped his long lash into a light screen to block in front of them, shouting for Kalagunis to flee first.

A strange light flashed in Kalagunis’s eyes. He tore open space, punching a wormhole through to the familiar vista of the planet Beihu.

The Feedback spells slammed into the green light screen, erupting in bursts of fire that intensified with frightening speed. Feroe felt his spiritual power draining rapidly; he knew instantly that these flames were consuming the very essence that formed his shield, converting it into fuel to attack him in return.

“Impressive, but don't assume I have no countermeasure!”

Feroe was, after all, a peak Fourth-Level existence, hardened by countless battles. He immediately devised a defense: he rapidly wove layer after layer of light screens with his hands, severing the connection after each one. This prevented the flames of the Feedback spell from tracing the links back to him and igniting his spiritual core—a truly horrific prospect.

“Petty tricks! Against absolute power, such maneuvers are useless! Take this!”

Before the words left his mouth, Dao Feng transformed his body into a streak of electric light and charged, his immense kinetic force shattering all the light screens. Feroe flashed aside, following closely behind Kalagunis as they plunged into the wormhole.

As he entered, Feroe casually left behind a green orb, which detonated violently just as he vanished. The wormhole violently constricted and snapped shut.

He intended to stop Yang Ying and Dao Feng from pursuing, but it was futile. Yang Ying and Dao Feng could determine the wormhole's destination with a mere glance; they had no need to follow. Kalagunis had attempted to destroy wormholes many times before, but it never halted the pursuit, so he had long ceased such useless efforts.

Yang Ying tore open a new wormhole, leading directly to the main base of the Kustar Expeditionary Force on Beihu Star.

Within the base, the Kustar people were already arrayed in full combat readiness. The sky was choked with layers upon layers of warships, numbering over a million, virtually obscuring the heavens. On the ground, Kalagunis’s few dozen disciples commanded hundreds of millions of ground troops, encircling an area spanning a thousand kilometers, with every conceivable high-tech killing instrument primed for a devastating strike the moment the targets arrived.

Yang Ying and Dao Feng emerged from the portal, unsurprised by the massive deployment. Yang Ying had already foreseen this exact scene when surveying the future with his High-Level Spirit Sight.

“Kalagunis, by deploying such an army, have you decided to drag the entirety of Beihu Star down with you?” Yang Ying asked.

“Hmph! Even if you two are peak Fourth-Level, your power is not infinite. You cannot kill every unit here. And a million ships—no, merely ten thousand firing simultaneously—could severely cripple a peak Fourth-Level existence. Confronting a standing army with brute force is not the way of the Fourth Level,” Kalagunis retorted.

“That requires them to actually hit me. Do you think I can’t dodge? However, the chain reaction caused by a single volley from ten thousand ships would be enough to extinguish all life on a planet. It seems you truly intend for everyone on Beihu Star to perish with you.”

Kalagunis sneered, “So what? Now is the moment of life and death; how can we afford to be sentimental and hesitant?”

Yang Ying shook his head. “And yet, even so, it will not stop me from killing you. I have already foreseen the moment of your demise. Today, you will fall.”

“The future is not immutable,” Feroe interjected. “We Fourth-Level beings see the future so that we may react and shift the trend of events. If the future could not be changed, then our ability to presee it would be meaningless.”

“He is correct, Lord Feroe.” Kalagunis stepped forward. “Killing me will not be so easy. My future is mine to command. Fourth-Level beings are not subject to the shackles of fate!”