The Zeroer's tide of negation was forced back.
The spear in Lin Ye's hand finished taking shape. He did not throw it; he simply let go. The spear flew toward the Zeroer's face on its own, following 370 million trajectories of connecting definitions and tracing a "net" across the sea of stars that covered the entire battlefield.
The spearhead pierced the fissure.
The Zeroer let out its first roar-a collapse at the level of definition. The power of negation erupted from the fissure, no longer an attack, but a "loss of control." For the first time, it could not control its own power.
Lin Ye stood amid the collapsing power of negation, his multicolored eyes calm. "This is the first lesson. You aren't afraid of me. You're afraid of them."
Behind him, the stars of 370 million civilizations lit up at once.
After roaring for three seconds, the Zeroer forcibly stabilized its form. The fissure did not heal, but the power of negation wrapped around it. It had learned-it could not directly negate the "network of connecting definitions," but it could negate individual nodes.
The first wave of precision strikes began. The power of negation condensed into tens of thousands of "Negation Needles," striking precisely at the network's nodes. The Mechanical Civilization's "gear pact" was pierced. Its gears stopped, and all its machines lost the definition of "operation." The Psionic Civilization's "soul chain" snapped, plunging its collective consciousness into blankness. The Data Civilization's "mirror backup" faded. Over ten thousand civilizations dropped out within a second.
"Tuner! It's dismantling our network!"
Lin Ye did not panic. The Zeroer's attack trajectories were tracked precisely-though the Negation Needles were accurate, each needle could negate only one node, and there were hundreds of millions of nodes.
"Prismglass Civilization. Attach your colors to every connecting