Just as countless question marks surfaced in the depths of Meng Chao's soul,
the Ancient Battlefield before his eyes underwent another astonishing change.
Tens of thousands of Crystal Butterflies dancing through the air all adjusted their wings to a subtle angle.
Countless patches of dazzling, multicolored light appeared upon their wings and converged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The patches of light grew brighter and brighter, until they resembled a surging Ocean of Light.
One Crystal Fortress after another slowly rose from the ground, ascending beyond the atmosphere and joining the Crystal Matrix.
Below the atmosphere, there were scarcely any "ancients" left.
A silent horn shook the entire galaxy.
The Ocean of Light erupted.
Thousands upon thousands of thick pillars of light, like thousands upon thousands of swords wreathed in arcs of electricity and heated to thousands of degrees, stabbed viciously toward the planet covered in tentacles and flagella.
Huge balls of light immediately swelled across the planet's surface, like translucent tumors.
Every Flesh Tower, every Primordial Ferocious Beast that surged forward to form those towers, every colossal nest that bred the Primordial Ferocious Beasts, and everything buried deep underground that linked all the nests, resembling nerves and a brain—all of it burst into flames beneath the ravaging infinite radiance.
The scene reminded Meng Chao of a mischievous child using a magnifying glass to focus sunlight and set ants ablaze.
Of course, the scale of this incomparably cruel game was hundreds of millions of times greater than burning ants with a magnifying glass.
Under the blaze of infinite radiance, the Carbon-Based Life on the ground was swiftly slaughtered to extinction, reduced to ashes without leaving even the slightest remnant behind.
Even the seeds of life buried deep underground were exterminated by ninety-nine percent.
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