Kaba’s eyes burned crimson like blood, showing no mercy toward the ordinary civilians in his path. He charged forward, his entire body functioning like a black hole, drawing in countless life auras and ghostly energies to temper into pure power, healing his form.
Suddenly, Kaba seemed to sense something, staring with savage intensity at a structure nearby—it was the core headquarters of the Bru Civilization!
“Kill!” Kaba licked his lips and charged with brutal savagery.
In the sky, the imposing man’s face shifted slightly upon seeing Kaba’s actions. He roared at Ye Chen, “It’s all left to you! What more do you want? Why won’t he stop?”
Ye Chen frowned, glancing over. “You brought this upon yourselves; deal with it.”
“You’re breaking your word!” the imposing man bellowed.
“Oh.”
“…”
Seeing Ye Chen’s utterly placid expression, the imposing man nearly choked to death. Gritting his teeth, ferocity flared in his eyes. “One final warning: make that Pseudo-God realm powerhouse stop attacking immediately! I don’t know how you subdued him, but now that he’s loose, you had better comply!”
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. “A threat?”
“Indeed!” The imposing man lifted his chin, speaking coldly. “Hurry up if you don’t want to die. I’ll give you three seconds. Cross that line, and you’ll be buried with them! Even though killing you will surely cause that Pseudo-God expert to retaliate even more madly, I won’t care about that anymore!”
“Die!” Ye Chen’s expression turned frigid. He raised a hand and swept it out. Golden light, imbued with 0.1 unit of Divine Blood Power, streamed from within him, tracing along his fingers as he pointed toward the imposing man.
Whoosh!
As this finger struck, the very void rippled faintly. The imposing man’s eyes widened in utter astonishment. “How co…”
Thud!
His skull burst open, pierced through by the golden light, spraying brain matter everywhere.
Ye Chen stepped forward, his palm reaching out, activating the True Dragon Art within his body. A ferocious suction emerged from his palm, enveloping the imposing man’s headless corpse. Forces of tearing and extraction refined the Demigod power within the body, channeling it into Ye Chen’s own form, flowing through his acupoints and clearing his meridians.
“Hmm?” Ye Chen’s brow lifted. He felt as if a deeply hidden acupoint within him had broken through, and his entire skeletal structure had transformed, adding roughly 1000 levels of strength!
“I didn’t expect the True Dragon Art to be so marvelous. After only a moment of practice, I’ve already reached the mid-stage of the second layer. Once I break through to the third layer, I will possess a Demigod body!”
A piercing, sharp light shot from Ye Chen’s eyes. He tossed his hand, casually dropping the corpse, which had been wrung out into a mass of rotten flesh. Crucially, the Demigod power had been extracted, and along with it, every function of the body had been integrated into his own, rendering it useless for further extraction of special light matter.
Below, many soldiers watched in stunned disbelief as Ye Chen casually executed a Demigod realm expert. It was almost unimaginable—a Ghost-God realm expert killing a Demigod with a mere gesture?
“He must have some incredibly powerful talisman on him!”
“What kind of technological weapon was that golden light?”
“He looked so composed, but he had a trump card like that!”
All the surrounding personnel were filled with dread, daring not advance further, lest they be mercilessly erased and consumed next.
Survival of the fittest!
The universe was vast and boundless. If resources were distributed equally, everyone would remain mediocre. If they were held by one or two individuals, peerless experts would arise!
To gain resources, one must become strong!
The evolutionary history of humanity had proceeded this way: plundering nature, felling trees, slaughtering livestock—it was only because they were facing different races that they felt no strangeness about it.
Under normal circumstances, Ye Chen would never commit such an act that defied heavenly justice. However, facing imminent existential threats, and needing to protect his own spiritual civilization, he felt no compunction about robbing the Bru Civilization.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the distance, building after building exploded. Kaba raged through the destruction like a maddened demon, finally reaching the core headquarters of the Bru Civilization. Behind him, the other two Pseudo-God puppets, along with the remaining high-ranking Demigod puppets, formed a super legion, crushing everything in their path.
“Die! Die! Die!”
“All of you must die!!!”
Kaba smashed through the main entrance of the building. Inside stood numerous Demigod experts—the high command of the Bru Civilization. These individuals clearly hadn't anticipated Kaba’s sheer madness in storming the headquarters directly. Seeing his blood-soaked face sent a chill down their spines.
“Heh heh heh…” Kaba licked his lips, threw his head back in a wild cry, and lunged forward.
The upheaval within the Bru Civilization captured the attention of everyone on the entire Thunder Roar Plaza. Such a massive event unfolding was being instantly broadcast by the reconnaissance departments of the major civilizations via phototropic telescopes, showing the live feed to all realms.
Everyone watched Kaba’s bloodthirsty, savage appearance, feeling a cold fear grip their hearts. They hadn’t expected such ruthlessness; the enemy had already handed over what was demanded, yet they were still intent on total annihilation!
Five minutes later…
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Kaba, leading his legion of puppets, ascended into the sky. His hair was disheveled, his white bandages stained with blood, the scent of slaughter trailing him, carrying an aura of chilling lethality.
Ye Chen regarded him calmly. “Finished venting?”
Kaba chuckled, his teeth stained crimson with blood, shreds of intestines and flesh caught between them. He didn't care in the slightest and laughed, “Alright, these bastards dared to injure me. They sought their own death. Unless I devour them all, the hatred in my heart won't be quenched!”
“Let’s go!” Ye Chen turned and walked away.
Kaba offered a faint, wry smile as Ye Chen showed no interest in hearing the details. Now that his mind was clear, he dared not disobey Ye Chen, for if the latter ignited the Sealing Star powder on his puppets, the loss would be catastrophic.
Kaba’s eyes burned crimson like blood, showing no mercy toward the ordinary civilians in his path. He charged forward, his entire body functioning like a black hole, drawing in countless life auras and ghostly energies to temper into pure power, healing his form.
Suddenly, Kaba seemed to sense something, staring with savage intensity at a structure nearby—it was the core headquarters of the Bru Civilization!
“Kill!” Kaba licked his lips and charged with brutal savagery.
In the sky, the imposing man’s face shifted slightly upon seeing Kaba’s actions. He roared at Ye Chen, “It’s all left to you! What more do you want? Why won’t he stop?”
Ye Chen frowned, glancing over. “You brought this upon yourselves; deal with it.”
“You’re breaking your word!” the imposing man bellowed.
“Oh.”
“…”
Seeing Ye Chen’s utterly placid expression, the imposing man nearly choked to death. Gritting his teeth, ferocity flared in his eyes. “One final warning: make that Pseudo-God realm powerhouse stop attacking immediately! I don’t know how you subdued him, but now that he’s loose, you had better comply!”
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. “A threat?”
“Indeed!” The imposing man lifted his chin, speaking coldly. “Hurry up if you don’t want to die. I’ll give you three seconds. Cross that line, and you’ll be buried with them! Even though killing you will surely cause that Pseudo-God expert to retaliate even more madly, I won’t care about that anymore!”
“Die!” Ye Chen’s expression turned frigid. He raised a hand and swept it out. Golden light, imbued with 0.1 unit of Divine Blood Power, streamed from within him, tracing along his fingers as he pointed toward the imposing man.
Whoosh!
As this finger struck, the very void rippled faintly. The imposing man’s eyes widened in utter astonishment. “How co…”
Thud!
His skull burst open, pierced through by the golden light, spraying brain matter everywhere.
Ye Chen stepped forward, his palm reaching out, activating the True Dragon Art within his body. A ferocious suction emerged from his palm, enveloping the imposing man’s headless corpse. Forces of tearing and extraction refined the Demigod power within the body, channeling it into Ye Chen’s own form, flowing through his acupoints and clearing his meridians.
“Hmm?” Ye Chen’s brow lifted. He felt as if a deeply hidden acupoint within him had broken through, and his entire skeletal structure had transformed, adding roughly 1000 levels of strength!
“I didn’t expect the True Dragon Art to be so marvelous. After only a moment of practice, I’ve already reached the mid-stage of the second layer. Once I break through to the third layer, I will possess a Demigod body!”
A piercing, sharp light shot from Ye Chen’s eyes. He tossed his hand, casually dropping the corpse, which had been wrung out into a mass of rotten flesh. Crucially, the Demigod power had been extracted, and along with it, every function of the body had been integrated into his own, rendering it useless for further extraction of special light matter.
Below, many soldiers watched in stunned disbelief as Ye Chen casually executed a Demigod realm expert. It was almost unimaginable—a Ghost-God realm expert killing a Demigod with a mere gesture?
“He must have some incredibly powerful talisman on him!”
“What kind of technological weapon was that golden light?”
“He looked so composed, but he had a trump card like that!”
All the surrounding personnel were filled with dread, daring not advance further, lest they be mercilessly erased and consumed next.
Survival of the fittest!
The universe was vast and boundless. If resources were distributed equally, everyone would remain mediocre. If they were held by one or two individuals, peerless experts would arise!
To gain resources, one must become strong!
The evolutionary history of humanity had proceeded this way: plundering nature, felling trees, slaughtering livestock—it was only because they were facing different races that they felt no strangeness about it.
Under normal circumstances, Ye Chen would never commit such an act that defied heavenly justice. However, facing imminent existential threats, and needing to protect his own spiritual civilization, he felt no compunction about robbing the Bru Civilization.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the distance, building after building exploded. Kaba raged through the destruction like a maddened demon, finally reaching the core headquarters of the Bru Civilization. Behind him, the other two Pseudo-God puppets, along with the remaining high-ranking Demigod puppets, formed a super legion, crushing everything in their path.
“Die! Die! Die!”
“All of you must die!!!”
Kaba smashed through the main entrance of the building. Inside stood numerous Demigod experts—the high command of the Bru Civilization. These individuals clearly hadn't anticipated Kaba’s sheer madness in storming the headquarters directly. Seeing his blood-soaked face sent a chill down their spines.
“Heh heh heh…” Kaba licked his lips, threw his head back in a wild cry, and lunged forward.
The upheaval within the Bru Civilization captured the attention of everyone on the entire Thunder Roar Plaza. Such a massive event unfolding was being instantly broadcast by the reconnaissance departments of the major civilizations via phototropic telescopes, showing the live feed to all realms.
Everyone watched Kaba’s bloodthirsty, savage appearance, feeling a cold fear grip their hearts. They hadn’t expected such ruthlessness; the enemy had already handed over what was demanded, yet they were still intent on total annihilation!
Five minutes later…
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Kaba, leading his legion of puppets, ascended into the sky. His hair was disheveled, his white bandages stained with blood, the scent of slaughter trailing him, carrying an aura of chilling lethality.
Ye Chen regarded him calmly. “Finished venting?”
Kaba chuckled, his teeth stained crimson with blood, shreds of intestines and flesh caught between them. He didn't care in the slightest and laughed, “Alright, these bastards dared to injure me. They sought their own death. Unless I devour them all, the hatred in my heart won't be quenched!”
“Let’s go!” Ye Chen turned and walked away.
Kaba offered a faint, wry smile as Ye Chen showed no interest in hearing the details. Now that his mind was clear, he dared not disobey Ye Chen, for if the latter ignited the Sealing Star powder on his puppets, the loss would be catastrophic.