The people on Earth all let out a sigh of relief.
The Servant Races of Apocalypse had suddenly been reduced to ashes.
Hua Yin dropped onto the ground. She had no strength left at all. She felt that if this went on a little longer, she would have been swallowed by a blind monster covered in mouths.
" You Xin... are you all right?" Hua Yin asked, looking at the bloodied You Xin beside her.
You Xin's body was recovering. Flesh Regeneration caused granulation tissue to sprout from his mangled limbs and organs, rapidly knitting them back together. This was the effect of Emperor Yan's inherited traits.
"I won't die... Looks like Mo Qiong succeeded." You Xin stood up and smiled.
Hua Yin sighed. "This... counts as a success, I suppose. At least we wrecked those cubes."
"Their equipment was just too good—supersonic flight, energy weapons, force-field defenses... What was the point of all our years of hard training? The fragile human body is still no better than an ant!"
She was deeply unwilling to accept it. Ever since Extreme Island, she had trained herself relentlessly.
Hua Yin had an exceptional talent for combat. During the battle to besiege the Little Brotherhood, she had fought ten against one and even learned the assassin's Movement Technique of using blind spots on the spot.
She had been born small and had to put in far more effort to catch up with the male members. Even You Xin, whose muscles and nerves were naturally more developed than other people's, had been unable to beat her. By now, she had finally surpassed eighty percent of the male members—but what good did it do?
With a little genetic modification, the Apocalyptians had transformed a group of savages—beastlike monsters—into beings capable of surviving in space, with