Running Away a Second Time Wouldn't Be Any Fun

His nonchalant tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter, made the hearts of the Martial God Qingshan and the others pound wildly, almost leaping out of their throats.

Miscellaneous fish?

Those were genuine Lesser Martial Gods! In countless past eras, any one of them would have been enough to make their Human Race team pay a bloody price!

After speaking, Chen Fan turned around, his cold gaze falling once again on the Skeleton Martial God, who was severely injured and on the verge of death, and didn't even have the strength to escape.

The latter's eyes were filled with pleading and fear, and his Divine Thought fluctuations conveyed intermittent pleas for mercy.

But Chen Fan remained unmoved.

He snapped his fingers.

A gray divine light, formed from the Annihilation Dao Principles, disregarded the distance in space and precisely entered his brow.

The Skeleton Martial God's body stiffened abruptly, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes quickly faded.

Subsequently, under the shocked gazes of Martial God Qingshan and the others, this powerful Alien Races Martial God silently and completely decomposed into the most primitive particles, from his Divine Soul to his body, from his Dao Fruit to his Origin Source, and vanished into nothingness.

It was as if he had never existed in this world.

As the Skeleton Martial God perished completely, a faint yet incredibly brilliant and sacred golden light emerged from where it had vanished.

That was the manifestation of the plundered Race Fortune from the Land of Hongmeng!

Chen Fan reached out and beckoned.

The ray of golden light, like a weary bird returning to its nest, obediently flew into his palm and then merged into his body.

Boom!

The moment the golden light entered his body, Chen Fan shuddered.

He clearly sensed that a mysterious and powerful force, following some kind of unseen causal connection, traversed endless time and space and surged into the Fortune River of the Human Federation!

At the same time.

The Human Race Territory, far beyond the reach of countless stars.

Whether in the bustling core world or on the border defense line where blood and fire intertwined, countless Martial Artists of the Seventh Rank and above who were in seclusion, cultivating, or fighting suddenly opened their eyes at the same time!

"Um?"

"This... this is..."

They sensed that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to have become more active and purer in that instant!

Although this change was extremely subtle and imperceptible to ordinary people, it was as clear as a light in the dark to these powerful individuals!

Some bottlenecks that had plagued them for hundreds, even thousands of years, showed signs of loosening in this sudden change!

"Is this... divine protection for our Human Race?"

This thought, both surprising and perplexing, simultaneously arose in the minds of countless powerful individuals.

In the Land of Hongmeng, amidst blood-red ruins.

Chen Fan carefully sensed the subtle change—the closer his connection with Human Race became after receiving that Fortune —a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He slowly turned around and looked at the seniors, including the Martial God Qingshan, who were still in a state of great shock and speechless for a long time.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

"Seniors, warm-up is over."

"From this moment forward, we are hunters!"

Everyone's bodies trembled slightly.

After the initial shock, a torrent of scalding heat suddenly erupted from the depths of their parched hearts!

That wasn't Qi and Blood, nor was it their Origin Source; it was the fighting spirit that had been suppressed for countless eons and long forgotten by them!

Frustrating!

This is so frustrating!

For millennia, in this blood-soaked meat grinder, they were like a pack of rats hiding in the gutter. Every time they peeked out, they were met with encirclement and merciless mockery from a united front of Alien Races. They could only watch helplessly as one comrade after another burned themselves out in despair, buying a moment of respite for their successors.

But today, everything is different.

As the Martial God Qingshan looked at Chen Fan, the ancient sorrow and helplessness in his cloudy old eyes were rapidly fading away, replaced by a flame large enough to start a prairie fire.

He didn't speak, but exchanged glances with the other Human Race Martial Gods, and then they all spoke to Chen Fan.

"Then... let's fight!!"

Chen Fan's expression turned solemn.

"The glory of Human Race has never been earned by kneeling. From this day forward, we will stand tall and reclaim everything we have lost, a hundredfold, a thousandfold."

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the desolate, blood-red ruins, and his boundless Divine Thought once again surged forth without reservation!

This time, it's not a declaration of existence, but a proactive... search for the enemy!

Buzz!

His Divine Thought swept across billions of miles of Void like a tidal wave, and countless fragmented pieces of information about the laws flooded into Chen Fan's mind.

He completely ignored the presence of those weak and isolated individuals.

His target is those Alien Races that have gathered together!

Suddenly, Chen Fan raised an eyebrow slightly.

At the edge of the area covered by his Divine Thought, he caught a glimpse of a familiar aura.

It was that bloodthirsty Martial God who had just fled for his life from his clutches!

At this moment, he was gathered with three other Alien Races Martial Gods.

"Found it."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Chen Fan's lips.

Without uttering any unnecessary words, he waved his sleeve, tearing open the space in front of him and stepping in with the Martial God Qingshan and the others.

Meanwhile, hundreds of millions of miles away, behind the ruins of a shattered continent.

The blood-qi Martial God who had just escaped was still shaken, his divine body trembling slightly.

"Listen! That Human Race... is a devil! A real devil! We must leave here immediately and inform Lord Moshi!" He roared at his three companions with an almost screaming Divine Thought.

However, he was met with undisguised sarcasm in response.

"I think you've been scared out of your wits." A Martial God whose entire body was made of black Crystals sneered, "A Human Race, no matter how strong, how strong can he be?"

"Exactly! One blow severely injured Haishan, scaring you and Yingci away? Who would believe such nonsense!" Another Alien Races Martial God, shaped like a mantis, chimed in, his compound eyes filled with greed.

Blood Butcher trembled with rage, about to defend himself.

However, at this very moment...

An indescribable, terrifying killing intent, like the freezing ice of the Nine Netherworlds, descended without warning and instantly enveloped the area!

The space rippled outwards like waves on water.

Chen Fan and his group slowly emerged from the crowd.

When Blood Butcher saw Chen Fan's calm and expressionless face, it was as if his Divine Soul had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, leaving him completely blank.

"He... he's here..."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when, almost instinctively, he burned his life Origin Source and turned to try and escape into the Void once more!

However, a hand moved faster than he could, gently pressing down on his shoulder.

It's Chen Fan.

He had somehow bypassed everyone and appeared silently behind Blood Butcher.

"Running it a second time is pointless."

Chen Fan's voice was very soft, but it made Blood Butcher as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body stiffened, and he couldn't muster even the slightest bit of strength.