Huanlong: Everyone, We Made a Perfect Escape, Right?!

"Oh! So there were that many Void Rangers hiding after all? But... that was only normal. What kind of Emanator knowingly lacked the strength and still charged into the formation alone?"

"Antimatter Legion... Let me check my arsenal... Oh, found it."

Amid quiet murmurs, the weapons carried by the Champions began to change, shifting from configurations designed for high-intensity individual organisms to ones designed for the Antimatter Legion.

But just as everyone prepared for battle, a baleful aura that pierced deep into their souls enveloped them. 1000 slowly raised her head and looked toward the densely packed Void Rangers in the sky.

She said only three words, her tone calm and utterly flat:

"Let me handle it."

After a brief silence, the guards around her began to retreat. With appreciative looks, they withdrew to the rear and lounged beneath the Jianmu.

And so, 1000 began walking forward alone. Her usual carefree demeanor transformed into one brimming with killing intent. She swung the Phase Weapon in her hand grimly, carving bursts of whistling air and spiraling sword winds through the sky.

The Void Rangers seemed intimidated by that eerie presence. Their movements stiffened, and they fell increasingly silent, which only further highlighted the overwhelming force of the sword dance and its piercing cries.

1000 began her slaughter, charging into the formation alone. Her speed grew faster and faster as her longsword swung, sending great sprays of fragments flying among the Void Rangers.

She entered a legendary state known as transcendence.

Once one entered that state, every thought became a thought of killing.

Light and shadow intertwined as she shattered every Void Ranger before her. If she had once fought as she pleased, then now she had clearly crossed the boundary between divinity and demonic nature, turning this battle into an outright