The Might of the God-Beating Whip

Zhou Qing's Yang Spirit manifested in the starry sky, his face icy cold.

He wasted no words. His divine sense transformed into a vast Dao Sound that shook through the cosmic void:

"Withdraw now, and I won't pursue this."

"Withdraw?" A mocking fluctuation came from the being on the magic planet. "Against a mere cultivator who has only just entered the Void?"

"You don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!" The divine sense within the bronze palace snorted coldly. "I am at the perfection of Refining God to Void. Crushing you would be like crushing an ant!"

"Logical assessment: eliminate highest-threat unit. Occupation efficiency increased by 97.3%. Execute." The information stream of the mechanical civilization was cold and efficient.

In the next instant, three terrifying attacks crossed the endless starry sky, locked onto Zhou Qing's Yang Spirit, and came crashing down!

One was a dazzling torrent of magic that tore through space, containing the might to destroy stars.

One was a bronze giant palm that blotted out the sky and covered the sun, its palm lines like ravines, carrying a domineering force that could suppress the universe.

The final one was a pure-white disintegration beam that annihilated all matter and energy in silence, fired from a colossal mothership in a distant star region, a vessel comparable in size to the moon.

"You're courting death."

Zhou Qing's gaze turned cold.

If he had been on Earth, he would still have had to worry about cause and effect and Karma, and would not have dared to fully release the power of his Yang Spirit.

But here, most of the star river was made up of desolate ancient stars, with no living beings present, so he did not need to worry about the influence of cause and