Get Out Here!

Inside the bridge of the Thirteenth Node warship, the main control Light Screen was covered with countless red dots, like an endless swarm of blood-red locusts, completely engulfing their lonely warship.

Tens of thousands of the Shadow Clan warships formed an impenetrable steel canopy. The psionic main cannons at the bow of each warship were gathering a terrifying light, and the terrifying energy fluctuations caused the surrounding Asteroid Belt to begin to collapse silently.

"This... this is practically all the Shadow Clan's possessions here."

An old soldier swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

Despite his almost blind faith in Chen Fan, Wei Changkong still felt a chill run down his spine as he witnessed this war machine, which had been in operation for thousands of years, running at full speed.

This is no longer a gap that tactics can bridge; it's a pure crushing defeat in terms of numbers and strength.

Just then, a cold Divine Thought, like a poisoned blade, swept across the entire battlefield and finally pierced precisely into the bridge of the Thirteenth Node.

"A bunch of rats who've been hiding in tortoise shells for three hundred years dare to set foot in the sacred Shadow Domain?"

On the Shadow Clan flagship, a tall, slender figure N a terrifying aura of the Eighth-Order Late Stage slowly rose into the air.

He was clad in Battle Armor shrouded in shadow, his face hidden in a blurry veil, only his scarlet eyes revealing boundless savagery.

His name is Ying Kong, one of the three Eighth-Order leaders of the Shadow Clan in this area.

His Divine Thought swept across the warship without restraint, finally settling on the white-clad figure in the center of the bridge, whose aura was so peaceful it was almost mortal.

"Eighth-Order Peak... Interesting."

A hint of amusement flickered in Ying Kong's mind, which quickly turned into a sinister grin.

"Human Race is truly lacking in talent, sending such a callow youth to his death. Very well, the ancestor is currently asleep; your head will be perfect for pleasing him!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ying Kong made a sudden attack!

He held the sky up with one hand!

In an instant, the shadow energy of the entire Star Domain seemed to hear the king's call, transforming into billions of black torrents that frantically converged in his palm.

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic, jet-black claw, large enough to blot out the Stars, materialized out of thin air.

On the giant claw, Vengeful Souls roared, and countless broken laws intertwined to form eerie patterns. Wherever it passed, space was torn apart into countless hideous black cracks.

The destructive force that crushed everything made Wei Changkong and the others freeze, even their breathing stopped.

"Lord Garrison Envoy Commander!"

Wei Changkong exclaimed in surprise, for the power of this attack had already surpassed the realm of ordinary Eighth-Order Late Stage!

Chen Fan simply raised his hand calmly and gently patted his shoulder, his voice as gentle as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.

"Just watching is fine."

"Today, I will avenge you for the blood debts of three hundred years."

The moment he finished speaking, Chen Fan's figure had already disappeared from the bridge.

The next moment, he took a step forward, standing alone in the cold, desolate Void of the universe.

Clad in pristine white, with her black hair slightly tossed, she stood alone, facing the colossal, world-destroying shadow claw.

Faced with that overwhelming, ferocious power capable of shattering Stars, Chen Fan slowly raised his right fist.

Deep within his Dantian, the Life-and-Death Dao Blood surged like a river, emitting a thunderous roar that shook the Divine Soul!

The physical strength of the Eighth-Order Peak cultivator was pushed to its limit!

One punch, thrown!

A dazzling golden fist-shaped beam shot into the sky from his fist.

Within that fist's aura, the gray Annihilation Dao Principles and the emerald green Life Dao Principles, like two Primordial Era dragons chasing each other, coiled and intertwined, ultimately transforming into a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene of the Life-and-Death Cycle!

Boom!!

The golden fist and the pitch-black giant claw collided violently in the starry sky under the watchful eyes of everyone!

No sound!

Because the speed at which sound travels is far slower than the speed at which destruction itself occurs!

A visible circular shockwave spread wildly in all directions at a speed exceeding the speed of light.

Hundreds of the Shadow Clan small warships along the way were not even qualified to explode under this terrifying impact. Their Alloy armor and even the energy cores that powered them were decomposed into the most basic Cosmic Dust in an instant!

In the starry sky, a void, spherical cavity appeared!

The once invincible, jet-black giant claw, upon contact with the golden fist's aura, groaned in agony, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, unable to bear the weight any longer.

The stalemate lasted less than a breath!

The golden fist light was unstoppable, tearing apart layers of shadow laws with overwhelming force, piercing through the giant claw that blotted out the sky, and detonating it completely!

"Puff!"

On the Shadow Clan flagship, Ying Kong's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, an uncontrollable look of horror appeared on his face.

Without a second thought, he immediately activated his Immortal Domain, with countless shadow laws transforming into layers of shield walls in an attempt to resist.

However, that fist strike that symbolized the Life-and-Death Cycle contained not just simple power, but the crushing power of the Dao!

It completely ignored all defenses at the level of laws, drawing a straight golden trajectory in that absolute nothingness, and imprinted itself fiercely on Ying Kong's chest.

"Click... click..."

Ying Kong's indestructible Shadow Battle Armor, along with his proud immortal body, shattered into pieces like porcelain struck by a giant hammer.

The immense, indestructible Origin Source overflowed wildly outwards.

Just as his Divine Soul was about to leave his body and escape, a white-clad figure appeared before him like a ghost.

Chen Fan spread his five fingers and casually gripped his dissipating Divine Soul. His eyes were as cold as unyielding ice, and he parted his thin lips to utter two words.

"Too weak."

From the palm of his hand, the gray Annihilation Dao Principles was slightly released.

"No!!"

Ying Kong's Divine Soul let out a final, terrified roar, and then, along with his mangled body, was completely erased from this universe, leaving not a trace.

An Eighth-Order Late Stage core, gleaming with a terrifying light, floated silently in Chen Fan's palm.

Chen Fan casually put away the core, his gaze calmly piercing through the layers of the Shadow Clan fleet, looking towards the deepest part of the lair.

His calm yet resounding voice, capable of echoing throughout the entire Star Domain, boomed out with boundless coldness:

"The Shadow Clan's old dog, eight months old."

"I've come to collect the debt."

"What, you send these useless cowards out to die, while you yourselves are going to cower like turtles?"

"Get out here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

In the deepest part of the Shadow Clan's lair, in a forbidden place shrouded in endless darkness and ancient laws, a pair of eyes filled with boundless rage and killing intent slowly opened.

The will of Ninth Tier powerhouse is about to descend!

Rumble!!

In an instant, an extremely surging aura suddenly enveloped the entire Cosmic Star River.

"Who do we have here? It's that Human Race cub I almost killed a few months ago!"

The deep voice echoed, causing ripples to spread throughout the surrounding space!