Watching Zhou Heng continue advancing toward the light-year level even after reaching astronomical-unit scale, the ten million contestants in the main round of the "Vast Star Child Tournament" exchanged looks, seeing helplessness and speechlessness in one another's eyes.
The gap was too great!
This feat alone, which still had the light-year level to go, was beyond comparison with the so-called ultimate "Truth" epic divine abilities they had spent a million grueling years honing.
This fucking thing was on par with "Divine Truth"!
Had they not all been powerful contestants with standing, they would have wanted to plead: Zhou Heng, please, just be human!
"We've lost. There's no chance of turning this around!"
"If he were only at astronomical-unit scale, I might still have clung to a shred of hope, but now... light-year level... how on earth did he do it..."
"Light-year level at level 8001. That's like a baby directly taking on a planet. It's nothing but absurd, exaggerated, abstract nonsense."
"He's about to attack, right? Do you think he can kill everyone in one hit?"
"No shit. Can't you see that the Virus Source Species he released here are about to drain everyone else's attributes dry?"
"Zhou Heng's next sword strike will probably look pretty cool!"
Whether in the spectator stands or the judges' seats of the "Vast Star Child Tournament," everyone stared fixedly at Zhou Heng on the light-year-level arena. At that moment, Zhou Heng almost covered the entire "arena," while the other contestants were like little nobodies, tiny little lumps.
As his body reached the light-year level and he sat upon the light-year-level arena, Zhou Heng lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the ten million contestants in the corner, who were either speechless or helpless. He slowly swung the "Three Holy Swords of Killing Heaven and