"Worried that the sight of your death in battle would cause panic, so you took the initiative to seal off this battlefield..." Chaos's murky eyes seemed to see through Lin Qiye's thoughts as it burst into laughter. "How long do you think a trick like this can stall us?"
"You can't stop us at all... The moment you die, this curtain will collapse on its own. Your miserable death will still be exposed before everyone's eyes, followed by the sight of those ants being trampled and torn apart!
"With the Commander of the Night Watchmen of Great Xia dead, along with a million people suddenly dying, Great Xia's more than a billion people will sink completely into panic and despair... Tell me, how many hours do you think we'll need to wipe out all humanity?"
As the black tide drew closer, dense cracks spread across the earth. Lin Qiye calmly raised his head to meet Chaos's gaze and said lightly:
"You're that certain I can't stop you?"
"Stop us? With what?" Chaos sneered. "If you wanted to run, we might not be able to keep you here... But if you insist on holding us back, do you believe that even if I don't make a move, these Black Goat spawn and those eighteen Main Gods alone can kill you within three minutes?"
Boom boom boom boom—
Dull tremors rolled in from several kilometers away. The ground beneath Lin Qiye's feet had already shattered into chunks, while billowing dust swept through the sky and countless enormous black silhouettes emerged within it!
"Then come and try."
Lin Qiye stood where he was. The gale swept up sand and dust, lifting a corner of his crimson cloak and exposing his battered, scar-ridden body to the air.
The pitch-black curtain fluttered behind him. Alone,