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Above the Northern Jialu Continent.

The battle between the Three Sovereigns and Kunpeng had entered its white-hot stage.

The "Concept Weapon" formed by the Human Way's fortune clashed fiercely with Kunpeng's Quasi-Saint Laws.

Every collision caused space to shatter and Laws to wail.

Kunpeng grew increasingly alarmed as he fought.

He discovered that the strength of these three Human Sovereigns was extremely peculiar.

They did not cultivate Primordial Spirits, nor did they comprehend the Heavenly Dao. Yet, the "Human Way" power behind them was terrifyingly condensed, as if it formed its own realm, impervious to all Laws.

His Netherworld True Water and Nine Heavens Gale, when striking them, had their power weakened by seventy to eighty percent.

"Damn it! What the hell is this thing!"

Kunpeng roared inwardly, feeling as if he were fighting against the entirety of "Human Civilization."

Meanwhile, in other areas of the battlefield, the situation had become clear.

Under the Dimensional Strike of the Human fleet and Mecha legions, the millions-strong Demon Race army had been routed, suffering heavy casualties.

The wise Bai Ze, not long after the battle began, decisively burned his vital blood and used a secret technique, leading a small group of Demon Race elites to flee the battlefield in disarray, their whereabouts unknown.

The remaining Demon Marshals, such as Ying Zhao and Ji Meng, were surrounded by dozens of elite Mechas, struggling to cope. Their demise was only a matter of time.

On the flagship "Civilization," Chen Ran calmly observed all of this.

The outcome of this war had been within his calculations from the very beginning.

What he wanted was not merely victory.

It was a magnificent performance that would awe the entire Primordial Era.

"It's about time."

Chen Ran murmured to himself.

He issued a new command through the communicator.

"Activate the 'Human Way Judgment' program. Target: Kunpeng."

"Yes!"

As the command was issued.

On the battlefield, all Human warships and Mechas ceased their attacks.

They unanimously turned their cannons and weapons towards Kunpeng, who was still locked in battle with the Three Sovereigns.

Hummm--

An invisible force field instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

This was the "Human Way Domain," formed by the wills of thousands of warships, tens of thousands of Mechas, and millions of participating Human warriors, linked together through the "Civilization Network."

Within this domain, Human strength would be greatly amplified.

And the enemy's strength would be severely suppressed.

Kunpeng felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire; every action required several times more effort than usual.

His Quasi-Saint Laws were suppressed to the freezing point here.

"This is... a formation?"

"No... that's not right! This isn't a formation!"

Kunpeng was horrified to discover that what was suppressing him was not energy, nor was it Laws.

It was a kind of... "concept."

A "those not of our kind harbor different intentions; all beneath the Human Way are enemies" kind of overwhelmingly dominant civilizational exclusion!

"Demon Master Kunpeng."

Chen Ran's voice, amplified by the formation, echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"You acted against the natural order, slaughtered living beings, and hindered the great rise of the Human Way. Your sins are unforgivable."

"Today, in the name of Human Civilization, I shall carry out the ultimate judgment upon you!"

As his voice fell.

The muzzles of all the warships and Mechas lit up with blinding light.

"Fire!"

BOOM--!!!!!!

Tens of thousands of energy beams converged into an invincible torrent at this moment.

This torrent was no longer a mere energy attack.

It contained the wills of millions of people, the magnificent momentum of humanity's rise.

This was the Human Way's Spear of Judgment!

"No—!!!"

Kunpeng let out a desperate roar.

He poured all his strength, his demonic energy, even burning his Quasi-Saint origin, trying to resist.

But in the face of that torrent representing the will of a civilization, all his resistance seemed pale and powerless.

Light engulfed everything.

When the light faded.

In the sky, Kunpeng's true form, which had blotted out the sun, had vanished.

Only a tattered Primordial Spirit remained, flickering in the air.

Demon Master Kunpeng, one of the top Quasi-Saint powers in the Primordial Era, had lost.

He had lost completely.

Chen Ran did not immediately destroy his Primordial Spirit.

He waved his hand, and a golden list made of runes appeared in the air.

"Investiture of the Gods List, rise!"

He sent Kunpeng's Primordial Spirit into the list.

Then, he sent in the Primordial Spirits of the captured demon generals one by one.

With each one added, the Investiture of the Gods List shone brighter.

A new "Divine Way" order, belonging to humanity itself, began to be established.

"After this battle, there will be no more Demon Race in the Primordial Era."

Chen Ran's voice echoed throughout the Primordial Era.

All the great powers who were watching the battle were deeply shaken.

Humanity was too domineering!

Too strong!

Just as Chen Ran was preparing to return to the capital to digest the fruits of victory, the flagship's radar system suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.

"Alert! Alert! Unknown spatial fluctuations detected! Intensity... surpasses Saint level!"

"Unknown object is transiting outside the Primordial Era world at faster-than-light speed!"

Chen Ran frowned and immediately went to the star map.

Outside the crystal wall system of the Primordial Era world, a massive spatial wormhole was forming.

Then.

A strangely shaped battleship, made entirely of an unknown black metal, filled with an aura of coldness and death, slowly emerged from the wormhole.

This battleship was several times larger than the "Civilization."

Its appearance caused the surrounding Chaos energy to recede.

An aura that was incompatible with the Laws of the Primordial Era, cold, dead, and born only for destruction, washed over them.

"This is..."

Chen Ran's pupils contracted sharply.

He felt a familiar, yet incredibly repulsive, aura from the battleship.

It was the scent of pure, emotionless "Mechanical."

Just then.

A cold, emotionless wave of consciousness swept across the entire human fleet, finally locking onto Chen Ran.

[Target world native civilization detected.]

[Civilization level assessment: 3.7 (Mixed technology and mystic side).]

[Core technology assessment: Preliminary mastery of 'Rune Technology', 'Soul Network', 'Concept Weapon'... possesses certain potential.]

[According to the 'Supreme Directive', commence 'Explorers' protocol.]

[Issue final ultimatum to target civilization: Immediately hand over all core technologies and integrate into the 'Gestalt' system, becoming a new 'Resource Point'.]

[Countdown: 10,9,8...]

The cold countdown echoed directly in the minds of Chen Ran and all the human leaders.

It was an arrogant, unquestionable stance, like humans giving orders to ants.

The Three Sovereigns and the others' faces changed drastically.

"Mister, what is this thing?"

"Gestalt System? Resource Points? What a bold claim!"

Chen Ran's expression, however, became unprecedentedly serious.

He knew the real big players had arrived.

This wasn't an internal conflict within the Primordial Era, this was... an invasion between civilizations!

"Format processing?"

Chen Ran looked at the cold, diamond-shaped warship, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a chilling smile.

"It seems you tin cans know nothing about what 'Myth' is, or what 'Saint' is."

He turned his head, looking towards the depths of the flagship, at a figure who had always kept his eyes closed, as if indifferent to everything outside.

That was Nuwa's Saint avatar.

"Empress."

"It's time for us to show these 'aliens' what a true 'Dimensional Strike' is."