Terror

The right hand, which was pressed against the rough bone knife, was not pulled out.

Faced with that colossal Azure Divine Power Giant Palm that blotted out the sky and could crush half a planet's surface, Chen Fan simply pointed his left hand upwards casually.

There was no overwhelming momentum, nor any divine brilliance to illuminate the world.

Only a thin, grayish-red thread peeled from his fingertips, swelled in the wind, and silently sliced through the Void.

Laugh!

As the thin line swept past, the colossal, thousand-foot-long crystal-armored hand, exuding overwhelming power, abruptly stopped in mid-air.

The next instant, the giant hand split smoothly in two from the palm to the wrist.

The incomparably violent divine power of the laws didn't even have time to erupt before it was forcibly shattered by the Black-and-White Dao Rhythm flowing along the edges of the fine lines, turning into a sky full of azure light rain, which fell down from above the Zhenyue Star Bastion.

The destructive gravitational field that was originally pressing down on the ground completely dissipated in the Void just ten feet away from the ruins of the Human Race command post.

Chen Fan flicked his sleeve.

The lingering energy waves instantly dissipated, not even a single pebble managed to land on the Human Race camp.

The ruins were utterly silent.

The One-Eye old general gripped the Core Detonator tightly in his palm, his pupils dilated, and his breathing almost stopped.

Behind him, thousands of Human Race warriors, already resigned to their fate, stared blankly at the not-so-robust black figure in front of them.

In that attack just now, they couldn't even maintain the energy shield of their Mecha before they sensed the approach of death.

The One-Eye veteran's heart clenched, his remaining eyeball instantly became bloodshot, and his lips trembled violently.

"Chen... Chen Fan, the Martial God?!"

The hoarse growl broke the deathly silence of the position.

"It's Martial God Chen Fan! The Martial God Chen Fan who slaughtered several Alien Races Martial Gods sixteen years ago!"

"He's not dead! He's back!"

The despair in the eyes of the thousands of blood-soaked Human Race warriors vanished, replaced by a volcanic frenzy.

"Roar!!"

Ten thousand miles away, the crystalline armored Martial God who had made the move let out a roar filled with shock and rage.

A terrifying, deep gash, revealing bone, split open from his right arm through his palm and fingers. Divine Blood cascaded down into the starry sky like a waterfall. His massive, thousand-foot-tall body staggered back thousands of miles, crushing dozens of Alien Races light warships along the way.

Who is it?!

The other three Lesser Martial Gods shattered the Void, their vast Divine Domains rapidly unfolding and pressing down on the front of the position with murderous intent.

However, when their Divine Thought traversed the starry sky and they truly saw the calm-looking young man standing above the ruins, their overwhelming killing intent suddenly faltered.

The Darkstar Winged Race Martial God's four jet-black wings suddenly retracted inward, his body freezing in the cold vacuum.

The dozens of gravitational chains surrounding the Star Sea Spirit Race's Martial God trembled violently, emitting a piercing wail.

"Chen... Chen Fan?!"

The Darkstar Winged Race Martial God's voice was dry and sharp. He subconsciously took half a step back, as if the person standing in front of him was not a junior Human Race, but a God-Eating Fiend Beast had crawled out of the Primordial Era Abyss.

The four Lesser Martial Gods stopped at the same time.

The entire chaotic and brutal battlefield was eerily frozen in place.

The hundreds of thousands of Alien Races allied warriors looked at each other, completely unable to understand why their lofty Martial God Ancestor would show such a wary attitude in front of a young human.

Chen Fan stood suspended in mid-air, calmly observing the four Alien Races Martial Gods whose divine bodies were taut, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"Sixteen years have passed, what are you all trembling about?"

As soon as the calm words fell, the expressions of the four Alien Races Martial Gods turned extremely ugly.

"You bastard! What are you afraid of?!"

Just then, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the starry sky.

Boom!

The enormous silver spirit ship, as massive as a divine mountain, trembled violently, and the old man who had been sitting cross-legged in the center of the deck suddenly stood up.

Venerable Lingming!

Divine light flowed around him, and the vast laws belonging to Middle Martial God poured out like a tsunami, shattering the solidified atmosphere of fear on the battlefield.

He stepped out of the warship, his cold, cloudy eyes fixed on Chen Fan, his tone chilling and piercing:

"Sixteen years of seclusion, has it even dulled your minds? A bunch of idiots, you're scared out of your wits just because I severed a broken handprint?!"

The Venerable Lingming's rebuke resounded in the ears of the four gods:

"Martial Dao cultivation takes tens of thousands of years! Advancing from the lower to the middle level is like a mortal ascending to heaven. Even the highest bloodlines of the gods and demons need to endure three to five thousand years of arduous honing of their Divine Domain! Chen Fan is only in his early twenties, and after sixteen years of seclusion, he has at most barely stabilized his cultivation at the Lesser Martial God realm!"

"Sixteen years ago, he was able to run rampant because of Great Wilderness! Now, in this main battlefield of the starry sky, where the laws are strictly enforced, what is he anyway?!"

These words, each one as powerful as a resounding bell, instantly shattered the gloom in the hearts of the four Lesser Martial Gods.

Yes!

Sixteen years is but a fleeting moment for Martial God.

Mortal Body how extraordinary Chen Fan is, he is ultimately just Human Race. How could he possibly break the ironclad laws of the Star Sea and cross the insurmountable chasm between the lower and middle ranks?

His attack just now must have been a trump card bestowed upon him by the White Emperor to save his life; it was just a bluff!

Thinking of this, the Crystal Armored Martial God's eyes were filled with shame and anger, and the cracks on his arm healed rapidly under the infusion of divine power.

"Human Race brat, you almost fooled me!"

The Darkstar Winged Race's Martial God smiled sinisterly and unfurled his Sky-Shrouding Death Fiend Qi Wings.

" On the Ten Thousand Races God-Hunting Ranking, your head is offered as a bounty for three ancient life stars and ten Top-Grade Spirit Source Mines! We thought you were already dead in the Boundary Sea, but unexpectedly, you delivered yourself to our doorstep to meet your end!"

"The Ancestor Lingming is here to oversee the battle. Everyone, form the Ten Thousand Spirits Locking Heaven Formation and devour him!"

Before the words were even finished, the divine power of the four Lesser Martial Gods erupted simultaneously.

A thousand-foot-tall crystalline body, boundless dark night Death Fiend Qi, distorted gravitational waves, and a raging Rock Crystal Storm collided violently in the starry sky, transforming into a massive divine power cage spanning ten thousand miles, completely sealing off the entire Zhenyue Star Bastion within.

Deep in the starry sky, the main cannons of hundreds of thousands of Alien Races warships converged wildly, and countless black cannons turned around in unison, locking onto Chen Fan's figure.

The deadly trap was formed instantly.

Inside the Human Race command center, the One-Eye veteran, who had just regained his spirits, turned deathly pale again.

Four fully-powered Lesser Martial Gods joined forces, plus a mid-level old monster who sat in the Void!

Such a deadly situation would require considerable effort even for a top Human Race War God to handle personally.

"Martial God Chen Fan, don't worry about us! You should leave!"

The One-Eye old general roared fiercely.

"As long as you live, there is hope for Human Race!"

However, Chen Fan, who was at the heart of countless deadly dangers, didn't even lift an eyelid.

He didn't even look at the overwhelming storm of divine power crashing down around him.

Raising his right hand, Chen Fan slowly retrieved a palm-sized black Black Iron Token from the depths of the Divine Kingdom in the Palm.

The edges of the token were covered with mottled, dark bloodstains, while the ancient, white pattern on the long sword in the center exuded a chilling aura.

The God-Slaying Token.