Subjugation

The ghostly blue soul fire in the lord's eye sockets flickered violently as it desperately tried to resist by activating the Death Law, but all its struggles were in vain before the Annihilation Dao Rhythm.

A flicker of fear and confusion flashed through the soul fire.

"Puff."

The soul fire was completely extinguished.

The massive skeleton collapsed, turning into ashes.

An Eighth-Level Mid Stage Alien Races lord was annihilated, body and soul destroyed.

From the ashes, a dark core slowly fell, which Chen Fan casually caught and held in his palm.

In the Void, the remaining three thousand Skeleton Marauder lost their leader and their formation fell into chaos.

They abandoned their attack and turned to retreat frantically towards the spatial rift they had come from.

In the Void, the remaining three thousand Skeleton Marauder lost their leader and their formation fell into chaos.

They abandoned their attack and turned to retreat frantically towards the spatial rift they had come from.

Chen Fan watched the panicked, fleeing tide of death, his eyes remaining completely calm.

He calmly put away the Eighth-Order Core as if it were just an ordinary crystal, and then spoke indifferently to the receding Void.

"Since you're here, why don't you all stay?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone on the platform behind, carrying a sense of indifference and detachment.

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

Without tearing through space or Stream of Light, his figure simply faded away in place, like a drop of ink dissolving into water.

The next moment, he appeared in the chaotic Void battlefield, standing precisely between the three thousand routed soldiers and the slowly healing spatial rift.

One man against an entire army.

"Roar?"

The Skeleton Warriors at the forefront instinctively let out a soul-piercing roar. They never expected that this seemingly weak Human Race would dare to cut off their retreat.

After a brief period of chaos came an even more violent rage.

Having lost their lord, they reverted to their most primal killing instincts.

Turning around, three thousand gray-white torrents of death once again launched a desperate charge towards that frail figure.

Faced with this scene that would make any Eighth-Order expert's scalp tingle, Chen Fan simply raised his right hand slowly and gently clenched it in the Void.

There was no earth-shattering energy eruption, not even the slightest sound.

An invisible gray ripple spread out from his palm, like ripples on the surface of water.

An Annihilation Domain encompassing the entire battlefield quietly unfolded.

Within this realm, time seemed to be slowed down, and space became as viscous as amber.

The hundreds of Skeleton Marauder at the forefront crashed headlong into this gray area.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Their forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, as if they had crashed into an invisible wall.

Immediately afterwards, fine, spiderweb-like cracks began to appear on the very skeleton of the law that was strong enough to withstand the main guns of a warship.

The burning soul fire in their eye sockets seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, its light dimming rapidly at a visible speed, extinguishing one after another like candles flickering in the wind.

On the platform, Wei Changkong and the ten veteran soldiers had just formed their Battle Formation and were ready to rush out to rescue the person at any moment.

But what they witnessed was a scene they would never forget.

The army of over three thousand skeletons, exuding an overwhelming aura of death, melted away silently like ice sculptures under the scorching summer sun after they rushed into that gray area.

The hardened bones turned to dust, and the undying soul fire returned to nothingness.

It was a silent massacre.

More accurately, it was a higher- Dimensions life form that launched a dimensional reduction attack on lower -Dimensions beings.

Wei Changkong's mouth opened wide unconsciously, his knuckles turned white from gripping the knife hilt too tightly, his throat was dry, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand. He even forgot to breathe.

The ten veterans behind him were all frozen in place, like statues that had been Petrification.

All previous doubts about Chen Fan's age and tests of his abilities seemed utterly pale and laughable at this moment.

After a few breaths.

As the last Skeleton Marauder turned into a handful of Cosmic Dust, Chen Fan released his grip.

The Void that was once filled with the aura of death is now empty and deathly silent.

The once surging army of three thousand has vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Only the slowly closing spatial rift remained, like an ugly scar, proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

Chen Fan turned around and walked back step by step towards the platform of the Central Fortress.

He remained calm, his clothes perfectly straight, as if he had simply swept away the annoying fallen leaves in the courtyard.

Just as his figure was about to land on the platform, Wei Changkong suddenly awoke from his extreme shock.

He took a deep breath, a breath that seemed to carry an electric current, bringing his stiff body back to consciousness.

He forcefully suppressed the turbulent emotions churning within him, snapped his legs together, straightened his back instantly, and gave the most solemn military salute of the Federation Military Headquarters to the approaching young figure!

Make a fist with your right hand and slam it hard into your left chest, right over your heart!

Thump!

That is the oath of military spirit, the absolute submission of the weak to the strong!

Behind him, ten veterans seemed to awaken from a dream. Without the slightest hesitation, they moved in unison, paying the highest respect to their new Guardian with the utmost reverence.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!..."

Ten dull thuds merged into a torrent of iron and blood.

Faced with this unexpected and generous gift, Chen Fan paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The murderous aura that once emanated from him, the air of someone who held the power of life and death, vanished completely in that instant, replaced by the gentleness and humility of a young man.

He did not flinch and accepted the bow without hesitation.

Then, following military protocol, he raised his right hand and returned a standard military salute to Wei Changkong and the others, speaking gently.

"Thank you for your hard work, seniors."

That address of "senior" was like a warm current, instantly dispelling the huge gap and awe in Wei Changkong and the others' hearts caused by the difference in strength.

They are warriors, not believers.

What they needed was a commander who could lead them to victory in the war, not an unattainable god.

Wei Changkong slowly lowered his arm, his voice no longer carrying any probing or complex emotions, only heartfelt respect and conviction.

"Guardian! Please come with me to the Command Center. Your subordinate... will report on the entire situation of the node!"

Thank you for your help.

Chen Fan nodded and followed.

As Wei Changkong led Chen Fan toward the Command Center, his expression turned unusually solemn as he turned around.

He spoke in a low voice as he walked.

"My lord, the Skeleton Marauder... are just hyenas that occasionally fall out of spatial rifts. They're annoying, but not deadly."

"What we at Node Thirteen are truly facing is the pack of wolves entrenched in this Star Domain."