"Trying to flee! ... The man's face was ashen, his huge hand shot out... "Get back here, damn you! ..."

A dense surge of pseudo-divine power erupted from his palm, coalescing into a golden rope that lashed out, snagging fiercely on the rear railing of the Rune Spaceship. The man gritted his teeth, hauling back desperately on the golden tether. Suddenly, he let out a sharp cry, his entire body flushing crimson as two red antennae sprouted from his forehead.

"Blood Ant Superman!"

The man's muscles bulged, his skin overlaying with a shell-like cornea. From his chest and abdomen, grotesque claws extended, distorting him beyond human semblance.

Yet, at this moment, his strength was three hundred times his normal capacity!

Blood Mosquito Superman—the ancient progenitor of the ants—offered a 30x amplification in its first stage, 60x in the second, 120x in the third, and a staggering 300x in the fourth!

Now, in his Superman mode, the man’s power surged like a tidal wave, as if he could uproot Mount Tai with a single hand. The tremendous pull arrested the speeding Rune Spaceship, halting its momentum abruptly. Even with the thrusters firing at maximum output, it could not advance a single inch.

The old Green Rune Man was utterly terrified, unable to help but shriek, "Damn it, what the hell? This works? I... I'm going to..."

The man, pulling on the pseudo-divine energy rope, dragged the Rune Spaceship inch by agonizing inch backward until it was barely a kilometer away.

His body blurred, and he shot forward with incredible speed. In mere strides, he traversed the kilometer gap, arriving before the Rune Spaceship. He raised his fist and brought it down in a devastating blow!

Boom!

The entire vessel shuddered violently, sinking inward under the impact. A hole was punched clean through, delicate instruments shattered, and sparks of electricity erupted.

Just then, a figure burst forth from inside the Rune Spaceship, meeting the descending man head-on with a powerful palm strike, unleashing a torrent of violent pseudo-divine energy aimed directly at his face.

The man recoiled in shock... hastily retreating several dozen feet... and looked up to see a towering, robust figure emerge from the breach in the ship—a Wangwu warrior, with thick brows and deep-set eyes, radiating waves of pseudo-divine power.

"A low-level Pseudo-God," the man sneered upon seeing the Wangwu giant. "You seek death!" He casually slapped out a hand, condensing over a hundred points of pseudo-divine power into a strike that shook the very air, compressing the surrounding atmosphere into an arc as it hurtled toward the brawny warrior.

The robust Wangwu warrior’s pupils contracted... he retreated quickly, unwilling to meet the blow head-on.

"If only the Master would wake up soon," gnashed the Black Snail Worm inside the Wangwu warrior’s mind. "I must hold on!"

At that moment, the man from the Epic Civilization closed the distance, unleashing a barrage of a dozen golden palm prints in rapid succession, sealing off every possible retreat for the Wangwu warrior, pounding toward him like a furious storm tide.

The robust warrior’s face shifted. He channeled the abundant pseudo-divine power within him to meet the first palm print. With a deafening boom, his 80-plus points of power were instantly annihilated. The palm print momentarily faltered but did not stop, closing in again instantly.

The robust warrior was forced backward repeatedly, his back pressed tight against the Rune Spaceship—he had nowhere left to run. Before his eyes, the cold, golden palm prints seemed to encompass the entire world, bearing down upon him.

More!

The palm print struck the Rune Spaceship, causing the whole vessel to tremble slightly and be shoved hundreds of yards away.

The Epic Civilization man’s pupils constricted. He abruptly spun around, looking behind him. Not far away, a milky-white radiance materialized out of thin air, rippling within a distortion. Out stepped a figure in black, holding the Wangwu warrior by one hand, hovering in the air.

It was Ye Chen.

Seeing Ye Chen, the Epic Civilization man gasped, crying out, "Teleportation!"

Ye Chen was clad in black, his nails sharpened to points, and his skin seemed overlaid with faint, protruding ridges. His eyes were cruel and indifferent, his entire demeanor mysteriously potent, as if he belonged to another timeline.

"A Spirit-level powerhouse!" the man from the Azure Poetry Clan thought in terror. "How could a Spirit-level expert be here? Impossible!" Only upon reaching the Spirit realm could one master spacetime and execute instantaneous movement!

A flicker of panic crossed his mind, but he quickly noticed something: Ye Chen possessed no True Divine Power, only a rich concentration of Half-God Power!

He paused, momentarily stunned.

Ye Chen’s expression was detached. He glanced at the man, then placed a hand on the robust Wangwu warrior’s body. His form shimmered, vanishing into thin air. In the next instant, he reappeared beside the Rune Spaceship, his other hand pressed against its hull. His form shimmered again, and he vanished once more.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, only the man from the Epic Civilization remained.

"Where are they?"

"Where did they go?"

"Damn it!"

The Azure Poetry Clan man stared at the empty, silent sky, his face a picture of bewilderment, quickly turning to an ashen fury. He understood that the opponent must have used some unknown method to teleport the Rune Spaceship elsewhere.

He had tracked them all this way, working so hard, only to gain absolutely nothing recently!

"Insolent!" The man gritted his teeth and could only return to report his failure with deep reluctance.

In the turbulent spatial flow layers, spatial storm-like rents swept past like hurricanes, powerful enough to annihilate any creature below the Spirit level. Ye Chen swam through them like a fish navigating water... traversing the chaotic layers with ease... the Rune Spaceship and the Wangwu warrior safely stored within his Rune Space.

"As expected of the Heavenly Beast Superman; he can pierce space itself! All spatial barriers are open to me!" Ye Chen felt an overwhelming surge of excitement. "Seals, barriers—they are all useless to me. Even Pseudo-God level spatial locks cannot impede me!"

"I wonder, when my strength increases further, if I can jump directly to Earth?"

"In my current Heavenly Beast Superman Stage Two state, I have 500x speed amplification, 300x power, plus other boosts. Most importantly, I can traverse space... I can instantly teleport anywhere within a 10,000-kilometer radius!"

Feeling the immense power of the Heavenly Beast Superman transformation, Ye Chen was ecstatic. His figure flickered, shooting out from the spatial storm. A few blinks carried him tens of thousands of kilometers.

"Superman mode has 120 seconds remaining!"

Ye Chen murmured to himself, glancing at the nearby Azure Water City. A thought struck him: "If I jump directly inside, I can reach the spatial jump point immediately, but..."

"The Fengyue Clan, the Scarlet Demise Gate..."

A sharp, cold light flashed in Ye Chen’s eyes. His figure suddenly flickered, appearing before Azure Water City. Then, with one more step, he vanished, reappearing the next second in an unobserved corner of the city. He merely flickered, so quickly that even a Pseudo-God physique would struggle to detect him due to the sheer velocity.

At this rate of traversal—averaging one jump per second—he covered 100,000 kilometers in ten seconds!

After more than ten successive jumps, Ye Chen arrived before a grand, majestic, and imposing architectural complex. He did not pause; his form flickered, landing in an unknown corner inside the building, bypassing the structure's detection systems entirely.

Ye Chen spent two seconds in the chaotic spatial layer. Through his spatial senses, he felt as if countless flat planes of space surrounded him, navigable at will. The planes in this ancient world were the most solid; using his spatial intuition, he could easily perceive everything within a 10,000-kilometer radius.

"Treasure Vault!" Ye Chen suddenly sensed a sealed stone chamber beneath the grand structure. It was heavily guarded, with two elders seated motionlessly at the entrance, radiating mysterious fluctuations—both were clearly High-Tier Pseudo-God experts!

Rumor claimed the Fengyue Clan leader was a High-Tier Pseudo-God, but he never expected two such terrifying experts were guarding the treasury in secret!

Ye Chen could feel the chasm of difference between a Half-God and a Pseudo-God—it was an insurmountable gulf. If he had enough time to fully cultivate the Heavenly Dao Scripture, he might stand a chance; as it was, he stood no hope.

He did not hesitate. His form flickered, directly crossing space, rendering layers of rigorous defense utterly meaningless, until he stood inside the stone chamber.

The chamber was vast, filled with piles of items: dilapidated ancient warships, enigmatic calligraphy and paintings, swords and weaponry, floating rivers of elixirs, and scriptures fluttering freely in the air...

Mountains of Pseudo-God Stones and Half-God Stones!

Ye Chen’s eyes burned as he perceived these treasures through space. He mentally checked the timer—102 seconds remaining for Superman mode. He wasted no more time. His hand swept out, tearing open the Rune Space. Divine power churned within him, coalescing into a black hole that began greedily drawing the contents of the stone chamber into it.

This black hole materialized from nothingness, eerie and occult. The intelligent systems installed in the chamber detected the anomaly and immediately triggered an alarm.

"Alarm, Alarm!"

"Intruder detected!"

The alarm rang out from beneath the earth, spreading across the compound. Instantly, the entire Fengyue Clan erupted into chaos, including the two impassive elders at the doorway, who snapped their eyes open, expressions etched with horror.

"An intruder?"

"How is that possible? We have guarded this place diligently for ten thousand years without ever seeing an outsider discover it!"

The two elders were shaken. The passage leading here was laced with traps and mechanisms from numerous civilizations—the mechanisms of the Puppet Civilization, the Mechanical Civilization, the Epic Civilization, the Mythical Beast Civilization, and other major technologies. Anyone unaware of the layout, without a precise map, faced certain death, even a High-Tier Pseudo-God!

Most critically, the defenses could hold off a Spirit-level expert for a brief period!

That moment was enough for them to scoop up the treasures in the stone room and escape into a secret refuge. The corridor walls were lined with spatial confinement devices designed to prevent Spirit-level experts from teleporting in.

Yet, they were suddenly alerted to an intruder!

Rumble~~~

The two elders did not hesitate, forcing open the stone door. They instantly saw a massive black hole suspended in mid-air, frantically consuming everything in the chamber. The river of elixirs flowing through the air automatically flew into the black hole; weapons and armor from the floor were sucked in, as if into an endless void.

"This... uh..." The two elders were stunned speechless.

Ye Chen stood beside the black hole, his form nearly ethereal. He frowned slightly, seeing the two elders rush in. Instead of fleeing, he scooped up a large pile of boundary-stabilizing stones from the floor and tossed them into the Fire Civilization Space!