Someone's in for it

The terrifying heat distorted space, making even light appear blurry and uncertain as it passed through the area.

Those ferocious flying Alien Race were instantly ignited by the intense heat the moment they got close.

They transformed into raging fireballs and fell, burning to ashes before even hitting the ground, disappearing without a trace.

Only a few exceptionally powerful Alien Race leaders were able to hold out for a moment longer, but like moths drawn to the blazing sun, they quickly disintegrated and vaporized in their desperate struggle, falling like rain.

The Nine-Flame Golden Crow seemed to transform into a fiery sovereign roaming the heavens, instantly annihilating any being that dared to take to the skies with its supreme divine might.

At the edge of the battlefield, Wang Xuance appeared, his body shrouded in murky, Yellow Springs Death Qi, his face grim.

He glanced at the End of Immortal Path in the distance and snorted coldly, "These Alien Race better not have been caused by Qin Wangchuan."

"Wang Xuance, now that you're here, stop pretending to be so arrogant."

A white shadow flashed by. Zhou Yunyi, relying on the super speed of the pure white wings on his back, easily dodged several attacks and landed not far from Wang Xuance, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

Wang Xuance's face darkened further.

He suddenly waved his hand, and a phantom image of the Yellow Springs River surged forth, engulfing and dissolving the oncoming Alien Race.

"Shut up! I am fighting for Human Race, what does it have to do with Qin Wangchuan!"

Wang Xuance was naturally dissatisfied with Qin Wangchuan, but resisting the Alien Race was his duty.

"Yes, yes, whatever the reason, let's do our best, you two brothers in misfortune."

Zhou Yunyi didn't argue. With a flap of his wings, his figure disappeared again, and the next moment he appeared beside a cultivator in danger, leading him away from the perilous situation. His speed was astonishing.

"Go!" he shouted, grabbing the cultivator's shoulder and intending to use his speed to carry him away from the danger.

Many cultivators below, witnessing this scene, revealed expressions of amazement and admiration.

"It's Lord Zhou Clan First Feather!"

"Such speed! No wonder he's a genius unparalleled in the Zhou Clan!"

"With Young Master around, things are going to be tough!"

Hearing these faint praises, Zhou Yunyi couldn't help but feel a little proud, and he forgot most of the time when he was robbed by the Wen Dao Palace when he went down to the Lower Realm to collect vegetables.

However, just as he was about to unleash his power and flee—

Call out!

A beam of energy, seemingly out of nowhere, happened to be heading straight for his face!

Zhou Yunyi was shocked, and by the time he realized it, there was no way to avoid it!

Boom!

An explosion rang out in the air, Zhou Yunyi's wings were charred black and billowing smoke, and he fell straight down from the sky out of control!

"First Feather!" a Zhou Clan cultivator below exclaimed.

However, during this chaotic fall, Zhou Yunyi landed right on top of a Scythe Demon General had just broken through the defenses and whose aura was exceptionally powerful!

The Demon General was preparing to wreak havoc when he was struck by the force of Zhou Yunyi's fall, and fell silent on the spot.

Zhou Yunyi himself was also dazed and confused after the fall. He got up covered in dust and dirt, feeling lingering fear.

However, this scene took on a completely different meaning in the eyes of other cultivators.

The cultivators who had just fought the Scythe Demon General and felt immense pressure were stunned, then burst into exclamations of astonishment:

"Heavens! It's that Scythe Demon General! Even the ten of us combined can barely hold him off!"

"First Feather actually... actually killed him instantly?!"

"As expected of the Zhou Clan First Feather!"

Zhou Yunyi listened to the flattery around him and looked at the gruesome death of the Demon General at his feet, a fleeting sense of unreal relief rose in his heart, but his gaze suddenly sharpened.

He spotted several familiar scraps of paper scattered beside the Demon General's corpse, slowly dissipating, along with a short paper blade deeply embedded in the ground, now vanishing in a streak of light.

This thing... the only Soldier Puppet Technique are Zhao Lingyun and Qin Wangchuan, and Zhao Lingyun is on the far left, so it's obvious that this was Qin Wangchuan's doing.

The truth was revealed in an instant.

Where did his divine power descend and kill this powerful Demon General?

It was clearly his own bad luck that caused him to fall and, by sheer coincidence, knock the Demon General off balance, causing his vital points to strike the Paper Soldier Blade Edge that Qin Wangchuan had laid out beforehand or that were left over from the battle!

This Demon General was essentially "pushed" into the blade by him, dying a truly humiliating death.

However, how could Zhou Yunyi possibly bring himself to say any of this?

He quickly straightened his robes, stood with his hands behind his back, trying to appear calm, as if everything that had just happened was the result of his careful calculation.

He coughed lightly and said calmly, "Ahem... A Demon General is not worth mentioning."

Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with even greater admiration.

Zhou Yunyi forcibly suppressed his wildly beating heart, maintaining a calm and composed expression on his face.

With a gentle flap of his wings, he once again transformed into a white shadow, darting across the battlefield. This time, however, his flight path was noticeably more erratic and cautious.

Meanwhile, the legend of "Zhou Clan First Feather instantly killing the Demon General, a skill that has been kept hidden" spread among the cultivators.

As these Imperial Clan Prodigy Divine Ability, the originally critical battle situation instantly stabilized.

Qin Xuanji sat casually on a broken rock, looking up at the sky.

Above the dome, the Qin Clan's Sky Patrol Warship wove a dense network of firepower, while the Nine-Flame Golden Crow was like a moving natural disaster, turning the entire airspace into a scorching Purgatory.

"Looks like we won't be involved." He said with a hint of lazy teasing.

That Sky Patrol Warship was only a half-finished product; they were so focused on mounting cannons that their armor was very thin.

But Qin Qingzheng, standing proudly at the bow of the ship, made up for this perfectly.

Any ranged attacks, strange spells, or even surprise Alien Race that dared to approach the warship were all cut down by her sword.

Fifth Dao Child Qin Qingzheng, possesses Companion Spirit Sword capable of severing all laws.

As the gaze fell upon the front lines of the battlefield, the roars of Chu Wujiu and his companions, along with the whistling of weapons cutting through the air, filled the air.

The Imperial Clan's Prodigy Divine Ability, routing the surging Alien Race.

There might not even be enough to kill?

"Second Brother, the situation is good, but if it continues like this, I'm afraid it won't be good."

Beside him, Qin Kuangge stood with his arms crossed, his thick brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on the slowly expanding, distorted Alien Domain Gap in the distance.

The dark purple, Alien Domain Aura, like ink dripping into clear water, relentlessly eroded the surrounding space, causing the World Barrier to groan under its strain.

"The invasion from the Foreign Lands is intensifying, and the breach will only widen," Qin Kuangge said in a low voice. "What's coming now are just some rabble; we'll be in trouble once this passage is stable enough to support the real 'big guys'."

His words carried a heavy weight of pressure; the victory before him seemed like nothing more than the calm before the storm.

The real test is yet to come.

After all, you can't kill all the Alien Race.

Behind them, Qin Miaoyan gently nudged Qin Zhaoer, who was standing beside her with her lips tightly pursed, a playful smile playing on her lips:

"Oh, Ninth Brother is in trouble. As his older sister, why don't you go and lend a hand?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhaoer coldly cast her gaze into the distance.

A familiar figure appeared, swiftly cutting through the chaotic battlefield and heading towards the Core Region where Qin Wangchuan was located.

Qin Zhaoer withdrew her gaze, letting out a very soft, cold snort, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible awkwardness:

"Hmph, since someone's already rushed over there in such a hurry, why should I go and join in the fun?"

The expression on his face was different from others.

Li Qingluan's expression was icy cold. Her usually beautiful and refined face now seemed to be frozen with ancient ice. Her phoenix eyes no longer held the gentleness or liveliness of the past, but instead burned with an almost tangible cold rage!

Someone's going to be in trouble!