The blood mist had not yet dissipated, Ye Changge's figure, suspended in mid-air, was like an ancient, cold peak. His clothes fluttered without wind, and the faint pressure surrounding him still caused the air currents between heaven and earth to stagnate.
The colossal hand that blotted out the sky slowly retracted, and the remaining golden fragments and blood mist in its palm were dissolved by Power of Formlessness within three feet of him, as if it were not even worthy of touching his clothes.
On the deathly silent battlefield, only the howling wind reflected the utter shock on everyone's faces.
In the Human Race cultivator camp, the white-haired elder slumped to the ground, his withered face filled with wild joy and awe. His cloudy eyes were fixed on Ye Changge's retreating figure. "One move... just one move to kill Dharma Realm Seventh Layer cultivator! Such strength has probably already surpassed the Dharma Realm!"
The young cultivators were dumbfounded. Their previous doubts about Ye Changge had vanished, replaced by almost fanatical worship.
Someone couldn't help but raise their arms and shout, "Senior Ye Invincible!" This shout was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly triggering a chain reaction. Countless Human Race cultivators shouted in unison, and the sound waves Soaring Straight into the Clouds, completely dispelling the previous depression and worry.
In contrast, the Myriad Races Allied Army were shrouded in gloom and despair.
The cultivators of the Metal and Stone Race were furious, their eyes bloodshot. The middle-aged leader trembled, his golden pupils filled with unbelievable rage. "Our clan's prodigy has fallen here! Ye Changge, this is an irreconcilable enmity!" His body blazed with golden light, and he was about to rush forward, but was held back by the old man from another race beside him.
"Don't be impulsive!" The old man's face was ashen, his voice trembling slightly. "You are no match for him. Advancing now will only increase casualties. Ye Changge's strength has probably reached the Dharma Realm Eighth Layer Peak, Non-Self ability to contend with."
" Dharma Realm Eighth Layer Peak!" the middle-aged expert exclaimed in shock, his rage instantly replaced by horror.
This is the strongest fighting force in their Core Universe, a force that hasn't appeared for countless years.
Just then, from deep within the ranks of the Myriad Races, a cold gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Ye Changge.
It was a man dressed in Black Robe, his face shrouded in shadow, emanating a faint aura of death.
He tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest, a cold smile curving his lips, "An interesting Human Race cultivator. I never expected the Human Race could produce someone like you."
The old man in green robes beside him bowed and said, "Ancestor, this child has boundless potential. If we do not eliminate him as soon as possible, he will surely become a great scourge to our clan in the future."
Should we ask the Black Crow Race's patriarch to take action?
The man in Black Robe slowly shook his head. "No need to rush into action."
The Dharma Realm Seventh Layer prodigy of the Metal and Stone Race was like an ant in his hands; the Black Crow Race's methods might not be able to harm him.
Let's see how many cards he still has up his sleeve.
In the center of the battlefield, Ye Changge slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the Myriad Races Allied Army. His indifferent eyes were like sharp swords, and wherever they passed, the alien powerhouses subconsciously retreated, none daring to look him directly in the eye.
"Who else dares to challenge me?"
Ye Changge's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a penetrating power, exploding in everyone's ears like thunder.
These seven simple words, brimming with absolute confidence and domineering power, instantly caused the morale of the Myriad Races Allied Army to plummet.
The few powerful alien beings who had been poised to attack earlier now all concealed their auras, exchanging bewildered glances, none daring to utter a sound.
Even a powerful expert at the Dharma Realm Seventh Layer was killed in one move. For cultivators at the fifth or sixth level of the Dharma Realm to step forward would only be to invite humiliation.
Seeing this, the cheers from the Human Race camp grew even louder, and their morale reached its peak.
Many cultivators had a burning desire in their eyes. With a powerful figure like Ye Changge in charge, they might actually have a chance of winning this war against the Human Race.
Just as the Myriad Races Allied Army were caught in a dilemma, the sky suddenly darkened.
An aura several times stronger than that of the man in White Robe descended from the depths of the clouds, as if the entire sky were about to press down.