He Showed Off Again
Only...
Under the dazzling light of these three, Chen Fan's presence seemed somewhat out of place.
He kept his hands in his pockets, looking languid, like an old man taking a leisurely stroll after dinner, slowly following behind the three of them.
Any Demon Locust that attempts to bypass the defenses and rush towards him, whether it is an elite body comparable to the early stage of the Golden Body or a blood-red larva that can corrode divine light, will be silently annihilated as soon as it gets within three feet of him, like snowflakes exposed to sunlight.
It was as if an invisible rule had directly erased it from the very level of existence of this universe.
He did nothing, yet it was as if he had done everything.
"What... what is that?"
Lei Pojun, who was fighting a bloody battle with the three elite Demon Locusts, finally managed to get a moment's respite by piercing his opponent with a single spear thrust.
He glanced instinctively at the flank, and then froze.
He saw Tuo Bashan charging through the army, saw Shen Xuan standing unscathed amidst Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood, and he also saw... Chen Fan taking a stroll.
A sense of absurdity and powerlessness, even stronger than when Chen Fan had annihilated his enemy with a flick of his finger, surged like an icy tide, instantly overwhelming his proud warrior's heart.
They fought with all their might, burning their Origin Source, even prepared to perish at any moment, just to barely hold onto the front line... In the face of those people, it was as fragile as a joke.
So, we were... just warming up?
Not only him, but also Xiao Wuming, Luo Shenyue, and all the Federation's Prodigies struggling in blood and fire noticed that battlefield with a completely different style.
The huge psychological gap made many people slow down their actions.
At that very moment, a sudden change occurred!
"Hiss!!"
A piercing screech, filled with boundless rage and terror, suddenly erupted from the massive mothership, as large as Stars, behind the Demon Locust army.
That was the collective will of the Demon Locust Clan.
It finally noticed the creature that was constantly wiping out its soldiers.
The next second, a scene that sent chills down everyone's spine appeared.
On the battlefield, all the Demon Locusts, regardless of who they were fighting or where they were, simultaneously abandoned their readily available prey.
They turned around, their scarlet compound eyes fixed intently on the boy who was strolling leisurely with his hands in his pockets.
Like all rivers flowing into the sea, like moths drawn to a flame.
Hundreds of thousands, millions... an endless stream of Demon Locusts, from all directions, formed a dark green death wave that obscured all starlight, sweeping towards Chen Fan alone with a fearless determination!
"Chen Fan! Get out of the way!"
For the first time, Luo Shenyue's usually cold voice carried a hint of urgency.
Faced with this despairing scene that could instantly reduce any Golden Body Realm expert to dust, Chen Fan finally stopped.
He slightly raised his head, glanced at the surging, dark green ocean, and remained calm.
"Well..."
He sighed softly, and in the live broadcast room across the entire universe, under the almost breathless gazes of all the Prodigies, he slowly...
He pulled his right hand out of his pocket.
Then, facing the locust plague that was devouring everything, he gently made a grasping motion in mid-air.
In an instant, the phantom of an ancient and enormous Great Furnace flashed past behind Chen Fan.
It happened so fast that almost everyone thought it was a hallucination.
The boundless army of Demon Locusts was swallowed whole by that phantom.
The illusory image of the Great Furnace came quickly and left even faster.
When it disappeared, so did the dark green, deathly ocean that obscured the starlight.
And that maddening shriek that could pierce the very Divine Soul.
The world has never been so quiet.
The Starry Battlefield was utterly silent.
Lei Pojun, charging at the forefront, still maintained his muscular physique, throwing his spear with all his might, but in the Void before him, there was not a single enemy in sight.
A look of bewilderment crossed his face.
Not far away, Xiao Wuming's Heavenly Sword, suspended above his head, was poised to strike with its Sword Intent, but it had lost all its targets, appearing somewhat comical in the silent universe.
All the Prodigies who fought valiantly were frozen in place.
They were like a group of puppets whose pause button had been pressed; their brains had completely shut down, and they were unable to process what was happening before them.
In this eerie silence, a barely audible voice softly rang out.
"Belch."
The sound was soft, even carrying a hint of contentment.
Everyone's gaze instinctively turned towards the source of the sound.
Chen Fan casually withdrew his right hand, lazily put it back in his pocket, and even slightly turned his head, as if savoring something.
His expression didn't seem like he had just devoured a fleet capable of destroying Star System; it was more like... he had casually swatted a buzzing fly.
At the same time.
After several seconds of absolute silence, the countless live-streaming rooms across the four Star Systems of the Human Federation were filled with the news.
The live chat is back.
But what returned was only a symbol.
[????????]
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An endless stream of question marks, like an information storm, instantly flooded all the screens. The sheer density of these questions even caused the Federation's top-tier central Optical Brain to experience a 0.1-second lag.
"There's... there's no more fighting."
In a fit of rage, Lei Pojun thrust his Thunder Spear into the empty Void, the violent lightning exploding into a lonely ball of sparks.
Then, under the astonished gazes of countless people, this two-meter-tall burly man suddenly sat down on the cold starry sky, holding his head in his hands, his face filled with utter despair.
However, for many more Prodigies, after recovering from that sense of absurdity, the immense joy of surviving ultimately overwhelmed everything else.
"We... we survived?"
Someone asked that question in a trembling voice, choked with sobs.
The next second.
"Ah! We survived! We survived!"
Emotions suppressed to the extreme erupted like a volcano.
Cheers, shouts, and roars of relief mingled together, transforming into a wave of ecstatic joy that swept across the entire platform.
They weren't celebrating a victory.
They were simply grateful to be alive.
This purest emotion instantly ignited the entire Federation's Star Network.
We won!!
"Holy crap!!"
"What is that? What the hell is that?!"
"Chen Fan!! Chen Fan!! Chen Fan!!"
Countless people jumped from their seats, raising their arms and shouting, the frenzied roar almost lifting the dome of every city.
Beside Chen Fan, Shen Xuan helplessly waved his folding fan, looking at the group of peers who were crying and laughing, and then at the few lively characters beside him, he could only smile wryly.
"Sigh, he got me again."