Skeleton Lord

The system's cold, electronic voice rang in everyone's ears:

"Warning! Unknown high-dimensional creature invasion detected! According to database comparison, codename: Skeleton Marauder."

Quantity: 3,742!

"Warning! Boss-level unit detected! Energy reaction assessment: Mid-stage of the Eighth-Order Immortal Realm!"

Eighth-Level Mid Stage!

The expressions on Wei Changkong and the others' faces instantly turned extremely solemn.

This level of formidable enemy required their former commander to exert all his strength and even pay a certain price to defeat!

Wei Changkong suddenly turned his head, his eyes blazing as he stared intently at Chen Fan, his voice low and suppressed, as if squeezed from his chest.

"Guardian, we... await your first military order!"

That address, "Sir," was full of probing.

However, the humility and calmness on Chen Fan's face vanished the moment the alarm sounded.

Instead, he possessed an absolute calmness that was completely out of character for his age, as if he had the entire starry sky under his control.

He glanced at the Light Screen, his gaze lingering briefly on the largest Skeleton Lord, whose soul fire burned the most intensely, before turning to Wei Changkong and the others. His voice was calm, yet contained an undeniable will.

"Esteemed seniors, please cover my retreat and clear out the remaining troops."

"Leave that lord to me."

What?!

Wei Changkong and the others' pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't give anyone time to react, or even a chance to question.

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into an almost invisible Stream of Light, not tearing through space, but faster than tearing through space, instantly disappearing from the platform.

The next moment, he appeared in the dead silence of the cosmic Void.

Alone.

Calmly, it stood in front of the army of over three thousand Skeleton Marauder exuded an overwhelming aura of death.

Behind them, on the platform of the Central Fortress.

Wei Changkong and the ten battle-hardened veterans were completely stunned.

They stared at that thin, frail figure, their minds blank.

Wei Changkong stared at Chen Fan's thin back.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and he clenched his teeth, uttering two words.

"Madman!"

This is the First Defense Line.

A fourteen-year-old boy, facing an army of three thousand Alien Races and an Eighth-Level Mid Stage lord alone, is simply committing suicide.

Wei Changkong drew his Battle Saber.

A dark red aura emanated from his body and coiled around the blade.

"Form ranks! Clear the flanks!"

He roared fiercely.

The ten veterans scattered instantly.

They moved in unison, weapons drawn, forming a perfect defensive and offensive formation.

They are the Federation's most elite soldiers, and obedience to orders is an instinct ingrained in their bones.

"Keep a close eye on him!" Wei Changkong's eyes were bloodshot as he locked onto Chen Fan's position. "If he falters even slightly, charge with me! Bring him back!"

He was ready to take over the battlefield at any time.

Even if it costs him his life, he cannot allow the Guardian personally appointed by the White Emperor to die on his first day in office.

Deathly energy permeated the Void.

Three thousand seven hundred and forty-two Skeleton Marauder formed a dense formation.

Their bodies were made of grayish-white law-based skeletons, and they held scythes formed from condensed shadows.

The Skeleton Lord in the center was enormous. The eerie blue soul fire in its eye sockets flickered violently as it locked onto Chen Fan, a young and frail Human Race.

The lord opened his jaw, emitting a silent ripple of soul energy.

It raised its Bone Scythe, pointing it directly at Chen Fan.

The three thousand Skeleton Marauder accelerated simultaneously.

The grayish-white bones stretched out in lines, forming a wave of death.

They crushed the meteorite debris along their path, carrying a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the soul, and hurtled straight towards Chen Fan.

Large areas of space were creased by this impact.

The surrounding light was swallowed by the deathly aura, and the Void fell into absolute darkness.

Chen Fan stood still, his expression calm.

Faced with a death wave powerful enough to tear Stars apart, he didn't even change the rhythm of his breathing.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently pressed them against the Void in front of him.

A gray ripple spread out in front of the palm.

There was no blinding light, no deafening roar, only the Annihilation Dao Rhythm of Daoism that stripped away all vitality.

The hundreds of Skeleton Marauder at the forefront crashed directly into the gray ripples.

Bizarre physical phenomena are unfolding in the Void.

Those law-based skeletons that could withstand the bombardment of high-energy main cannons developed dense cracks on their surfaces the moment they came into contact with the ripples.

Immediately afterwards, the bones disintegrated inch by inch, turning into fine grayish-white powder.

The undying flames that flickered in their eye sockets were extinguished completely before they could even struggle.

Hundreds of high-ranking Alien Races vanished completely into the Void without even uttering a scream.

The momentum of the death wave was abruptly cut off.

The Skeleton Marauder behind them instinctively stopped in their tracks.

Fear spread rapidly through their dense network of soulfire.

The Skeleton Lord was utterly enraged.

It sensed the power within that gray ripple.

That was an Origin Source power far superior to the Death Law it controlled.

It abandoned commanding the minions, its massive body blurring in the Void for a fleeting moment.

Space was forcibly torn apart, and the Skeleton Lord appeared directly above Chen Fan.

The enormous Natal Bone Scythe embodies its complete understanding of the Death Law; around the blade, the space is corroded by the will of decay, leaving behind black cracks.

This strike, carrying the resolute determination to annihilate all life, came crashing down.

On the platform behind, Wei Changkong's eyes were bloodshot as he roared in fury.

"Do it!"

His legs were bent, ready to unleash his Qi and Blood and charge forward.

But Chen Fan was faster than him.

Chen Fan neither dodged nor retreated. He simply raised his right hand and met the scythe that was powerful enough to shatter Stars.

Spread your fingers and turn your palm upward.

"Clang!!"

A piercing sound of laws rubbing together echoed through the Void.

An extremely rich emerald green light erupted from Chen Fan's palm.

That is the pure Life Origin.

Life and death collided most directly at this moment.

The Bone Scythe slashed across the emerald green light.

The grayish-white death aura and the emerald-green vitality fiercely clashed, forming a visible energy storm that swept outwards.

Chen Fan held the enormous Bone Scythe in one hand, his body as steady as a mountain. The Bone Scythe remained suspended in mid-air, unable to be pressed down even slightly.

He raised his eyes, his clear gaze reflecting the empty eye sockets of the Skeleton Lord.

"Your Dao Principles... are utter garbage!"

Chen Fan's tone was flat.

The moment he finished speaking, the emerald green light in his palm suddenly reversed.

As life faded, a deep gray instantly took over.

The Annihilation Dao Rhythm surged wildly into the Bone Scythe along its blade.

"Click."

The indestructible Natal Bone Scythe emitted a crisp sound.

Cracks instantly covered the entire sickle, and then the Bone Scythe shattered inch by inch, turning into dust that filled the sky.

The gray color spread outwards, instantly enveloping the entire Skeleton Lord.