Annihilate the souls simultaneously, leaving not a single one! Luo Feng’s demand was indeed harsh, but this was the first time he had asked the four Generals for assistance, and it was merely a slight effort; how could the four Generals possibly refuse?

“This is easy enough.” “A mere trifle.” “Galaxy, you need only transmit the life auras of these nearly five hundred soldiers to us.” The four Generals paid it no mind; to the vast Jin World, five hundred Law Masters were but a drop in the boundless ocean. Luo Feng nodded, then turned to the golden figure beside him: “All the Law Master soldiers I have located across my various probes will be simulated.

And according to the distribution of the four armies, they will be transmitted separately to the four Generals.” “Yes, Lord Galaxy,” the golden figure replied with utmost respect. Instantly, within the ‘Military Supply Worlds’ formed by the Generals’ Military Supply Rings, streams of soldier figures appeared, each with a distinct aura—all of them Law Masters.

“In total, there are fewer than five hundred. I have 201 on my side,” General Xue Yong of the Eastern Army chuckled.

“My Northern Army has the fewest, just 60.” The four Generals chatted casually. Based on the positions of the four major military camps, most forces that descended into the Cosmic Sea had landed within the Eastern Army’s territory, so naturally, more joined the East.

“There are 443 in total,” Luo Feng looked at the four Generals. “Four Generals, I must trouble you to deploy your Minor Universes… Once all four Generals have locked onto their targets, notify me.

I will transmit messages to all four Generals simultaneously through the communication token. Upon receiving my message, the four Generals may immediately proceed to soul-exterminate the targets directly.” “Good.” All four Generals nodded.

“Then may we commence now?” “Yes, you may begin now.” Luo Feng nodded. The Eastern Army Camp.

General Xue Yong, clad in a silver outer robe, stood high above the entire camp, looking down upon the endless barracks, his eyes cold. “Rise!” With a thought from General Xue Yong, faint, transparent membrane walls began to form in the far distance around the perimeter of the entire camp—immense cosmic membranes...

stretching beyond sight, enveloping the entire barracks. All soldiers within the camp remained oblivious; only the Void True God commanders noticed.

“It’s a Minor Universe.” “It’s the General.” The Void True God commanders of the entire Eastern Army were filled with suspicion, yet they felt no fear. An Eternal True God could form a Minor Universe with a mere thought, granting formidable combat power.

However, relying solely on the mere pressure radiating from the universe itself, it was difficult to slay a Void True God. “Remain still; this will normalize shortly,” that crisp, cold voice resonated in the minds of every Void True God commander.

“Yes, General,” all the Void True Gods replied with profound reverence. But the Law Master soldiers and True God soldiers knew nothing.

“The Eastern Army targets have all been located,” General Xue Yong immediately notified Luo Feng. “The Western Army targets have all been located.” “The Northern Army targets have all been located.” “The Southern Army targets have all been located.” The messages were relayed almost simultaneously by the four Generals.

A Secluded Island. The surrounding lake water repeatedly crashed against the shore, for this lake was immeasurably vaster than any ocean on Earth.

At the center of the island, atop the stone hut’s roof. Luo Feng sat there, a table beside him holding a wine pot, wine cups, and a token.

Luo Feng slowly poured himself a cup of wine and held it up. Through the communication token, Luo Feng transmitted directly: “Execute!” “Execute!” “Execute!” “Execute!” “Execute!” Four messages, received simultaneously by the four Generals.

The four Generals, having deployed their Minor Universes, harbored no mercy for those Law Master soldiers; those who reached their level had undoubtedly weathered countless battles of life and death. “Kill!” “Kill!” “Kill!” “Kill!” The four Generals simultaneously condensed streams of illusory divine power, striking down directly at each soldier.

If they needed to exterminate hundreds of millions or more at once, even the four Generals could not achieve it instantly. But they needed to attack only a few dozen at the lowest, or just over two hundred at the highest—how effortless was this?

Inside the Eastern Army Camp. “The command from the Father God is for us to obtain more Mechanical race inheritances.

Once acquired, our Mechanical race will surely become even stronger.” “But first, we must adapt here and strive to earn military merit.” Two Mechanical race experts exchanged telepathic messages, anticipation gleaming in their eyes. Suddenly, their bodies froze.

Boom! Boom!

They collapsed simultaneously. In the Original Universe, in a distant territory, on a deep gray planet.

This was the Mosquito-Snail race’s sacred land, the ‘Progenitor Star.’ “Progenitor.” “Progenitor.” “Progenitor.” A group of Immortal Gods, Sector Lords, and even six Universe Venerables—fewer than a hundred in total—all knelt in submission, listening to the Progenitor’s teachings. “You are all the core of my Mosquito-Snail race, the future hope of our people.

I have found a portion of precious, mysterious inheritances from a distant, dangerous place. Relying on these, our Mosquito-Snail race will certainly grow stronger.

I shall now transmit them to you,” spoke an elder seated cross-legged, covered in black, wrinkled skin, with two tough antennae protruding from his forehead. “Absorb them carefully; contemplate deeply.” Immediately, his divine power split into multiple portions and was transmitted to the most elite members of the race.

As one of the powerful races in the Original Universe, though far inferior to the peak races, when passing down inheritances, some precious legacies were simultaneously transmitted to many strong individuals. This guarded against the race suffering a major decline should several top existences perish.

Just as the transmission proceeded— The Mosquito-Snail Progenitor’s eyes flashed with a trace of terror, and then, silently, its life aura rapidly weakened and vanished. The core experts of the Mosquito-Snail race, who had been immersed in the inheritances, opened their eyes in confusion.

But upon sensing the Progenitor’s life aura gone, especially realizing that some life-saving treasures bestowed by the Progenitor had become ownerless... “Progenitor…” A piercing wail echoed.

The entire Mosquito-Snail race descended into chaos. Without the Progenitor, their status would be greatly diminished; they would no longer be qualified to occupy such a vast territory.

But how could their Progenitor, so powerful and possessing clones, perish so easily? In the Original Universe, within a void region.

“How dare they defy my command? Our race has already joined the coalition camp, and these weak races are nothing; how dare they disobey?

Disciple, you must depart immediately and strike personally; destroy that Huage race!” A strange, monstrous beast with three beautiful heads, yet speaking with a hoarse voice, hovered in the void, the surrounding space rippling with endless waves. Not far away, another tri-headed beautiful beast was prostrating.

“Yes, Master—” The prostrating beast suddenly looked up in shock, seeing the magnificent existence hovering in the void rapidly losing its life aura. Its multiple heads drooped, tumbling down to float aimlessly in the emptiness, utterly devoid of breath.

“Teacher, Teacher.” Some Universe Masters died silently; some perished in full view of others; some saw their God’s Avatars dissipate; some watched their clones collapse. Among them were leaders of entire races, or high-ranking officials within those races.

The Jin World. Luo Feng held his wine cup and took a sip, his gaze distant, vaguely observing scene after scene unfold.

These were scenes of alien race cultivators screaming before being massacred en masse... There were also scenes of alien races migrating and fleeing...

With the fall of Universe Masters, especially those races that had only a single Universe Master, the fate of those races would become incomparably tragic following the demise of their top expert. They could no longer remain in their original territories; they lacked the strength.

A miserable destiny awaited them. Luo Feng saw another set of images...

These showed the human territory, where billions of ordinary lives on planets wept tragically, mothers clutching children only to vanish into nothingness in an instant. They showed countless planets in the human territory being conquered, with vast numbers of people fleeing...

“Too many.” “This is how it is between races,” Luo Feng murmured, swirling his wine cup. “When I was weak, those alien spies, upon discovery by our humans, would often self-detonate, destroying a planet and countless lives of our people.” “And those four peak races, in order to carve out territories beyond the domain to use as battlefields, directly swept through and destroyed the races surviving there.” “War!” “Survival!” Luo Feng whispered, for survival, any cruelty could be enacted.

In truth, this was already the best outcome. If this simultaneous extermination of so many Universe Masters had not instantly plunged the entire coalition camp into extreme weakness.

Especially those races—upon realizing their leaders had fallen, they would naturally migrate and flee, paradoxically preserving the maximum amount of their race’s strength. If they had truly fought the humans to the end, by the time humanity grew stronger, the consequence would not have been merely killing a Universe Master, but directly slaughtering their entire races.

Of course... Even though this was the best possible result now, for those races, their future was inevitably bleak.

They would have to run, and might even face attacks from other enemies. “Galaxy, all targets are dead.” “Galaxy, all targets are dead.

Some lacked souls, but they were killed just the same.” “Galaxy, not a single one left.” The four Generals relayed their reports consecutively. Luo Feng’s heart trembled slightly.

Finally, finally... the long-awaited outcome.

Yet, there was no joy on Luo Feng’s face, only a trace of cruelty in his eyes. He poured another cup of wine, raised it, and turned his hand, letting the liquid spill out...

Luo Feng stared at the spilled wine and murmured softly, “For my human race, you all deserve to die!”