Guardian Zone

Upon seeing this news, even the usually composed Shen Xuan couldn't help but gasp.

"A deadly natural disaster that occurs every twelve hours?"

"What is the only way out?"

Su Qingyue asked calmly, quickly searching for the key information in the vast amount of data.

She quickly found the answer on the map.

On that vast, dark red map, dozens of faint points of light of varying sizes were scattered about.

[Guardian Zone: A stable spatial fragment left over from the Ancient Era war, its internal laws are self-contained and can withstand the onslaught of Origin Storms.]

How long until the next Annihilation?

Shen Xuan asked in a deep voice.

Su Qingyue slowly uttered a few words: "Six hours."

Six hours.

Time suddenly became incredibly tight.

"A game of seizing territory, huh? I love it!" Tuo Bashan grinned, his fighting spirit surging. He looked at Chen Fan and asked in a deep voice, "Chen Fan, which one are we going to seize? The God Race's? Or the Demon Race's?"

In his view, if you're going to rob someone, rob them of the strongest one.

Chen Fan's finger slowly slid across the map on the Light Screen, passing over the Guardian Zone marked with the Emblems of the Overlord Races such as the golden holy sword of the God Race and the jet-black crown of the Demon Race, his gaze never lingering.

Finally, his finger stopped on a tiny point of light located at the edge of the map, relatively remote, that shimmered with the azure Stars Emblem of the Human Federation.

"We're completely clueless about this place, we have so little information," Chen Fan said, pointing to the point of light. "Let's go rejoin our compatriots first and find out the situation."

I agree.

Shen Xuan nodded immediately.

Su Qingyue and Tuo Bashan exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

"Walk."

Chen Fan spoke succinctly, transforming into a golden Stream of Light and skimming along the dark red earth, hurtling towards the distant and faint blue Stars Emblem on the map.

Tuo Bashan let out an excited low roar, followed by heavy footsteps that caused the ground to tremble slightly with each step, as if a humanoid Primordial Ferocious Beasts was galloping across the Wasteland.

Shen Xuan and Su Qingyue were the last to arrive.

Thirty times the force of gravity is already a significant burden for them.

After all, they had already undergone gravity training before even entering the Blue Star Training Camp, not to mention that they are now strong in the Organ Refining Realm.

Shen Xuan had no choice but to unfold his folding fan. As it swayed, wisps of green breeze swirled around him, gradually dissipating the invisible pressure. However, a fine layer of sweat still seeped onto his handsome face.

"This godforsaken place is utterly devoid of any beauty," he muttered to himself as he sped along. "There's not a single blade of grass, just bare rocks as far as the eye can see."

"This is the kind of place that's perfect for fighting!" From ahead came Tuo Bashan's deep, booming roar, filled with a thirst for battle.

Shen Xuan curled his lip, muttered "barbarian" to himself, and then fell silent, focusing on continuing on his journey.

One hour later.

Without warning, a continuous rumbling sound came from the distant horizon, like muffled thunder.

The ground beneath my feet began to tremble rhythmically and slightly.

"Stop."

Su Qingyue's clear, cold voice rang out. Her icy blue eyes narrowed as she gazed into the distance, "There's a violent energy collision ahead, on a large scale. At least... several hundred units are engaged in battle."

The four exchanged a glance, then, holding nothing back, their speed suddenly increased even further.

Soon, they reached a towering, dark red ridge.

When Shen Xuan saw the view below the ridge, even his nonchalant expression froze instantly, replaced by a gloomy look.

Below the mountain ridge lies a vast circular basin.

In the center of the basin, a blue light shield, about a kilometer in diameter, swayed violently like a candle flickering in the wind.

Above the shield, the azure Stars Emblem representing the Human Federation was dim and lifeless, and the entire shield was covered with spiderweb-like fine cracks, as if it would completely collapse at any moment.

Outside the light barrier, hundreds of Alien Races of various shapes and sizes had gathered in a dark mass!

They were roughly divided into two groups.

One of them was tall and robust, covered in jet-black armor that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, and had two horns on its head. It was the Demon Armor Race, renowned in the universe for its physical defense and strength.

The other side consisted of relatively agile individuals, each with a wolf's head and a human body, their scarlet eyes radiating a strong aura of bloodlust and violence; they were the infamous Bloodfang Race.

The combined forces of the two powerful clans completely surrounded the small Guardian Zone.

Within that precarious light barrier, there were fewer than thirty Human Race Prodigies.

They were all dressed in rags, covered in blood, and their faces were ashen.

Everyone gritted their teeth and persevered, continuously pouring the last bit of their Qi and Blood into the core of the great array beneath them, struggling to maintain the existence of the light shield.

A young man standing at the forefront, holding Broken Sword, looked at the shattering light barrier, a deep and resolute determination and tragic grandeur flashing in his eyes.

"Haha! You Human Race scum, your shells are about to shatter!"

The leader of the Bloodfang Race, a wolf-headed monster standing three meters tall with bulging muscles, laughed maniacally, his voice filled with bloodthirsty pleasure.

"Once we break in, chop all the men up and eat them! The women... hehe, leave them for the brothers, we'll treat them well!"

"Brute!"

Inside the light shield, a female Prodigies trembled with rage, spitting out a mouthful of blood, causing the light injected into the array to dim even further.

"Prepare for... a desperate battle!"

The young man with the Broken Sword let out a tragic and furious roar.

"We, the Prodigies of Human Race, would rather die standing than live on our knees!"

"War!!"

The remaining twenty-odd Human Race Prodigies in unison, their eyes burning with a final frenzy as they prepared for a desperate fight.

On the mountain ridge, Tuo Bashan's eyes turned bloodshot, and he could no longer restrain himself.

His body erupted with an uncontrollable surge of earthy yellow Qi and Blood, like angry billows of smoke, as he roared at Chen Fan in a deep, rumbling voice, "Chen Fan, what are you waiting for! If you don't act now, they'll all be dead!"

Shen Xuan and Su Qingyue both turned their gazes toward Chen Fan.

However, Chen Fan remained unusually calm.

To everyone's astonishment, he leaped off the ridge.

He landed lightly, like a falling leaf, silently at the edge of the basin, no more than a hundred meters from the dark, imposing Alien Races army.

The next moment, a clear voice, not loud, yet seemingly carrying some strange magic, clearly entered the ears of every living being on the battlefield.

Excuse me, could you please tell me how to get directions?

"Excuse me, is this the designated assembly point for our fellow Human Race?"

"We... seem to be lost."

In an instant.

The entire battlefield, once bustling, bloody, and filled with despair and rage, fell into an eerie silence.

Both the Alien Races coalition about to launch a final assault and the Human Race Prodigies to burn their lives in a last-ditch effort were stunned.

All eyes were focused on the ten-year-old child standing on the edge of the battlefield, looking innocent and harmless.

Lost?

Is this some kind of place you'd come to if you got lost?

The wolf-headed leader of the Bloodfang Race was stunned for a full three seconds before the cruelty and bloodlust on his face slowly turned into a mocking expression.

It extended its massive, sharp claws, powerful enough to tear through metal, and pointed them at Chen Fan, as if it had seen the funniest joke. Then, it gave orders to the equally astonished Alien Races army behind it.

"A few more food for the dead have arrived, perfect!"

"Children's meat... tastes the best!"