Who's Here to Die?

Tianshu Guardian Zone, Council Hall.

The thirty-odd Human Race Guardians remained completely silent.

All eyes were fixed on the enormous Light Screen in the very center.

Within the Light Screen, a wisp of Golden Qi and Blood floated on Chen Fan's fingertip.

The Qi and Blood are completely free of impurities.

An overwhelming, domineering will to suppress everything emanated from the Light Screen.

Wei Yan stood in front of the control panel, his hands resting on the Alloy tabletop, his ten fingers sinking deep into the hard metal surface, leaving clear fingerprints.

Fourth-Turn.

It should be noted that Chen Fan had just broken through to the third stage of cultivation in public today.

In just a few hours, he took down three Primary Guardian Zones and actually broke through again.

Wei Yan's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

The anger in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by extreme panic.

The more terrifying Chen Fan's talent became, the less Wei Yan dared to leave him outside.

Such a monstrous talent should not be exposed to the sight of Alien Races for even a second.

"Chen Fan," Wei Yan spoke, his voice hoarse and filled with deep weariness, "Listen to me this once. Come back."

He abandoned his airs of a commander-in-chief and spoke in an almost pleading tone.

"As long as you live, Human Race has a future. You don't need to risk your life now. Tianshu's defensive formation can hold them off; we have enough time for you to grow." Wei Yan stared intently at the boy in the Light Screen, speaking rapidly, "Sixth-Turn and Fifth-Turn are completely different concepts. They've used their full strength; you can't stop them."

Blackrock Guardian Zone, Plaza.

Chen Fan clenched his five fingers and crushed the Golden Qi and Blood at his fingertips.

He looked at Wei Yan, whose face was full of anxiety, on the Light Screen, his eyes calm and without any fluctuation.

He didn't see this as a crisis. He viewed those two Sixth-Turn Alien Races as perfect cultivation resources.

"Brother Wei," Chen Fan's voice echoed across the square, clear and powerful, "My path wasn't forged by hiding behind others."

Zhang Zhi stood to the side and slightly behind Chen Fan. He looked up at the boy's back.

"It was built upon the corpses of Ten Thousand Races, and nourished by their blood."

Chen Fan continued.

These words struck Zhang Zhi like a hammer blow.

He had been stationed in the Blackrock Guardian Zone for months, guarding it day and night, and his fighting spirit had long been worn down. Chen Fan's words directly tore open the cowardice in his heart.

Xiao Ran gripped the long sword tightly, his breathing becoming heavy.

Tuo Bashan grinned, his Ancient Barbarian Bloodline boiling within him, his fighting spirit soaring to the top of his head.

Shen Xuan opened his folding fan and gently waved it, using it to conceal the fervor surging in his eyes.

Su Qingyue stood to the side, her Mental Power surrounding her, her gaze resolute.

"If I retreat today, my Invincible Momentum will be cracked." Chen Fan looked at Wei Yan and said, word by word, "Dao Heart is clouded, how can you talk about reaching the summit in the future?"

The wind in the square stopped.

"I would rather die in battle than live a life of ignominy in a greenhouse."

Inside the Tianshu Hall, Wei Yan was speechless, choked with emotion. Looking at the resolute expression in Chen Fan's eyes, he knew that no words could sway the young man's will.

This kid's thought process is completely abnormal.

Wei Yan took a deep breath. He raised his right hand and hovered it over the red button on the control panel.

That was a forced teleportation command from the Blackrock Guardian Zone. Once pressed, the array would instantly drain its reserve energy, forcibly pulling Chen Fan back to Tianshu.

He was willing to offend Chen Fan, even destroy Chen Fan's Dao Heart, just to bring him back. Living was more important than anything else.

Chen Fan looked at Wei Yan's raised hand, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over the blue barrier of the Blackrock Guardian Zone, looking towards the gray sky. Deep within the clouds, something was rapidly approaching.

"I'm not talking anymore."

Chen Fan interrupted Wei Yan.

Wei Yan pressed down with his finger, about to touch the button.

The takeout has arrived.

Chen Fan acted first, reaching out and slapping the cut-off button on the Annihilation Stele Tablet.

"Snap."

The Light Screen went out instantly, turning into a snowflake.

Inside the Tianshu Hall, Wei Yan's finger was pressed on a red button.

Screen notification: The array connection in the target area has been broken.

"Bang!"

Wei Yan shattered the Alloy table in front of him with a single palm strike.

Fragments slammed into the walls, creating craters. The Guardians inside the hall fell silent in fear.

"Damn it! That little bastard!" Wei Yan roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he turned to shout, "Ling Feng!"

Ling Feng stepped out of the ranks, his expression cold and stern.

"Bring all available high-level combat forces from Tianshu! Provide full-speed support to Black Rock!" Wei Yan gritted his teeth and issued the order, "Save Chen Fan at all costs!"

"Yes!" Ling Feng nodded, turned around and rushed out of the main hall.

Dozens of high-ranking Guardians followed closely behind, transforming into Stream of Light and soaring into the sky.

Blackrock Guardian Zone.

The sky darkened completely. The thick clouds were forcibly torn apart.

Seven terrifying auras descended from the sky, crashing directly into the blue barrier of the Guardian Zone.

"Buzz!!"

The barrier flickered violently and emitted a piercing alarm. Cracks appeared at the base of the Annihilation Stele.

The immense pressure pierced through the barrier and landed on the square. The Bluestone Slabs on the ground shattered inch by inch, turning into dust.

Shen Xuan groaned and his legs buckled abruptly.

He stuck the folding fan into the ground to support his body, and activated the Azure Sky Swordheart Art to its fullest extent. Sharp Sword Qi surged from his body, cutting through the descending pressure.

Tuo Bashan's bones cracked and popped, and ancient Barbarian Clan patterns appeared on his skin. He stood upright under the pressure, his feet leaving two deep craters in the ground, staring intently at the air.

Su Qingyue's face turned pale. She had just released her Mental Power to investigate when she was forcibly forced back into her Sea of Consciousness by this oppressive force. She bit her lip, using the pain to stay awake, and used the "Nine Nether Spirit-Congealing Record" to protect her mind.

Xiao Ran and Zhang Zhi drew their weapons, took a step forward despite the heavy pressure, and stood in front of Chen Fan.

Seven figures hovered in mid-air.

The two people at the very front had an aura that dominated the entire room.

The Alien Races on the left was burly and surrounded by a thick aura of blood.

Blood vapor churned in the air, emitting a nauseating, rusty smell, and the surrounding space distorted under its corrosive influence.

Blood Prison Clan's top Prodigies, Xue Dingtian!

The Alien Races figure on the right was thin and wiry, his entire body blending into the shadows. The light was completely swallowed up where he stood, leaving only a dark outline.

Prodigies Ye Xiao, a top prodigy of the Shadow Demon Race.

Five Alien Races Experts at the Fifth-Turn spread out behind them, occupying various positions and completely blocking all escape routes from the Blackrock Guardian Zone.

Seven pairs of eyes were fixed on Chen Fan below.

His gaze held the indifference of someone looking at a dead person.

Blood Butcher looked down, a cruel smile curving his lips.

He didn't rush to make his move; he was savoring the moment of his prey's despair.

Chen Fan reached out and pushed Zhang Zhi aside, who was blocking his way.

He stepped to the front.

The overwhelming pressure descended upon him, yet it did not stir up the slightest ripple.

The White Jade Bone inside his body emitted a faint light, dissolving all the pressure.

His back was ramrod straight, and the hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind.

Chen Fan looked up at Blood Butcher and Ye Xiao in mid-air.

He grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth, his smile radiant.

"You two," Chen Fan spoke, his voice piercing the air pressure and carrying clearly to the heavens, "Who will come down first to face their death?"