A Century of Slaughter, A Millennium of Immortality

He didn't linger long after that, returning directly to his own ship and departing.

Thunder Prison Marquis stared in the direction Yan Ning had left, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

"Milord..."

An Immortal Army Master flew over.

"What do we..."

Only then did Thunder Prison Marquis come back to his senses, taking a deep breath: "Clean up the battlefield immediately and tally the casualties. Gather all the equipment and resources left behind by the demon race."

He looked down at the numerous spoils below and smiled bitterly: "This Demon Flame Marquis sure is generous."

After all, the entire wealth of so many Immortals was no small fortune even for a Marquis-level powerhouse.

Yet Yan Ning hadn't even spared them a second glance, taking only the most important World Ring before leaving.

"Milord, Demon Flame Marquis, he..."

Another Immortal hesitated, speaking up.

"Peak King."

Thunder Prison Marquis said decisively, a glint of reverence flickering in his eyes.

"Absolutely Peak King-level strength!"

The surrounding Immortals gasped upon hearing this.

Peak King—that was the pinnacle of the Immortal realm!

You couldn't find more than a handful of such powerhouses across the entire Fifth Outer Domain Battlefield.

"No wonder he could severely wound Blood Fang Marquis with a single strike and kill so many Immortals at once."

An Immortal Army Master murmured.

"And that was a Peak Marquis burning his divine body."

Thunder Prison Marquis turned to look at the human warriors cleaning the battlefield and raised his voice: "Perk up! We survived this time only thanks to Lord Demon Flame Marquis's timely rescue. Remember this debt of gratitude!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers answered in unison.

Meanwhile, Yan Ning, already far from the battlefield, stood in his ship checking his kill record.

"Forty-nine Immortals, not bad."

He muttered to himself.

"But still far from the target."

Yan Ning took out a handful of World Rings. These were the spoils from hunting down alien Immortals in the Outer Domain Battlefield over the years.

"Smart AI, tally the total harvest."

He ordered calmly.

"Calculating..."

The Smart AI responded immediately.

"Calculation complete, Master."

A light screen unfolded before Yan Ning, listing the gains in detail:

Hunyuan Units Estimated: 13,527,689

G-grade Materials: 42 pieces

F9-grade Materials: 387 pieces

Various Secret Manuals: 128 volumes

Special Treasures: 9 items

"Over thirteen million Hunyuan Units."

Yan Ning nodded slightly.

"Not bad."

Next, Yan Ning continued his slaughter.

Hunt, kill, hunt, kill.

Yan Ning's ship glided through the dark starry sky when the detector suddenly blared an alarm: "Three demon race Immortals detected."

"Just a warm-up."

He murmured softly, his battle blade sliding from its sheath.

Three days later, the combat record updated: Immortals killed, 102.

Year ten.

In a shattered asteroid belt, Yan Ning fought seven mechanical race Immortals alone.

"Yan Divine Codex - Skyburn!"

The mechanical core melted in the flames, kill count climbing to 183.

Year thirty.

Deep within the Zerg nest, Yan Ning was drenched in blood.

Beneath him lay an exquisitely beautiful Zerg Queen.

"Ninth Queen."

He panted heavily, gazing at the nest reduced to scorched earth.

Kill count: 497/10000

Year sixty.

Number of Immortals slain: 728.

Year ninety-five.

Kill count: 998/10000

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, he had already spent a hundred years on the Fifth Outer Domain Battlefield.

Over the century, he ceaselessly hunted Immortals, finally breaking past a thousand kills.

He could be said to have not slackened for a single moment.

Wherever an alien Immortal appeared, there he was.

Essentially, any Immortal he encountered died for certain.

In these hundred years, only two alien Immortals had escaped his hunt.

Both were King-tier Immortals.

When a King burned divine power to flee frantically, chasing them was extremely taxing.

So he simply spared their lives—after all, the mission only required Immortals.

There was no need to waste time and divine power on two of them.

A century of slaughter, and Yan Ning's name spread like wildfire across the entire Fifth Outer Domain Battlefield.

"Have you heard? That Demon Flame Marquis."

"Get lost! It's Demon Flame King now!"

A few alien Immortals whispered among themselves, fear filling their eyes.

"They say he's slain over a thousand Immortals in a century."

"More than that! Three Kings from my race have fallen to his blade!"

On the human side, the name Demon Flame King thundered in every ear.

The first lesson for new recruits was learning the distress signal—in the Yanyue Star Domain, sending a distress signal through the virtual universe meant absolute safety.

"Where the Demon Flame King goes, aliens flee! Immortals can't even run."

This phrase had become an iron law on the battlefield.

The Demon Flame Marquis seemed to have an obsession with alien Immortals—if he spotted one, he would chase and kill them without fail.

One day, Yan Ning's ship docked on a barren planet for resupply.

He sat in the main control room, fingers lightly tapping the metal armrest, producing crisp sounds.

A century of war, over a thousand Immortals fallen by his hand, yet the goal of ten thousand still seemed distant.

"Too slow."

He muttered to himself.

The intelligent optical computer projected a star map at the right moment, marking various alien strongholds across the Fifth Outer Domain Battlefield.

A glint of sharp light flashed in Yan Ning's eyes, his finger stopping on the Zerg nest region marked on the star map.

"Intelligent optical computer, pull up detailed data on Immortal-level Zerg Queens."

He commanded in a low voice.

A series of data appeared on the light screen:

[Zerg Queen: Immortal-level]
[Ability: Mass-produce Immortal-level Zerg warriors]
[Average output per century: 50-100 Immortal-level Zerg warriors]

"Just as I thought."

A dangerous curve lifted the corner of Yan Ning's mouth.

"Instead of chasing Immortals across the stars, I should focus on Immortal Zerg Queens and Immortal Zerg warriors."

Immortal Zerg warriors were still Immortals!

Over this century, he had barely troubled the Zerg Queens, because Zerg Queens—especially Immortal-level ones—were extremely formidable in combat.

Almost all of them had King-level combat power.

He had previously thought it wasn't worth the time.

But now, thinking it over, wasn't this just a mass-production line for farming Immortal warriors?

He abruptly stood up, and his golden battle armor automatically covered his body: "Immediately plan a route to find the most suitable Zerg Mother Queen for enslavement. Also, notify me the moment any news of a Zerg Mother Queen appears!"

"Yes, master."

A glimmer of excitement shone in Yan Ning's eyes.

He had even already envisioned enslaving a single Zerg Mother Queen.

Then having her keep popping out babies for him—no, popping out Immortal Zerg warriors.

Then he would kill them.

Straight into an assembly line of birthing, killing, birthing, killing.

Damn, even a capitalist wasn't this ruthless.

Another few years passed.

On the Fifth Outer Domain Battlefield, near the Yanyue Star Domain, at the edge of the Corrupt Poison Star Domain.

Four human Immortals floated back-to-back in the void, divine power surging around them, grim expressions on their faces.

"Damn it! How did we run into a Zerg Mother Queen!"

A man in silver battle armor gritted his teeth, the long spear in his hand already snapped in two.

"Watch out for her mental charm!"

The only woman in the team warned sharply, blood already seeping from the corners of her eyes.

"My soul defense secret treasure is about to give out!"

Opposite them, a seductive figure stood poised in the air.