Yang Quan’s icy presence resounded across the Earth with the grandest spectacle—this was the war with the most participants finally beginning.
Yet, the battle within the Central Room was far from conventional!
On one side stood hundreds of millions of Xin Atu, though angelic in form, while the opposing force numbered rely two thousand.
In other words, no matter who, Yang Chuan was bound to be completely overwheld by the Xin Atu.
But reality defied expectations. As soon as the Ghost Blade in Yang Quan’s hand fell slowly, countless black moons suddenly erged.
The thousands of warriors at the forefront, massive groups charging with fury, encountered almost no resistance as they violently unleashed disaster upon their enemies.
Yes, truly.
Faced with this scene, Li Danzi, leading amidst the torrential rain and crackling lightning, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.
He was nothing more than a low-ranking power user, never having witnessed Yang Chuan’s transformation into his true invincible form.
Furthermore, such an enormous crowd had gathered, following him into battle with staggering faith.
But Yang Chuan effortlessly swung his blade, annihilating thousands of people—no one could fathom the terrifying depth of his strength.
In an instant, Li Danzi froze stiff, petrified by Yang Quan’s opening strike with his eerie sword.
And yet, among the gathered eight hundred million Xin Atu, so were extraordinary individuals of the first generation and could perceive the sheer terror of Yang Tianchuan’s overwhelming power.
Erging slowly into the air, an elder draped in dieval attire, with black wings stretched wide across his back and a pale, dreadful face, declared to the crowd, "Ladies and gentlen, Mr. Yang unquestionably belongs to the legendary Tang Dynasty myths."
A fighter jet...
Many people, upon hearing those words, widened their eyes with disbelief.
Although now it had been a decade since the ergence of new Xin Atu, the progress of science and technology was indisputable, surpassing the achievents of the past.
The fighter jets of today’s Europe had advanced far beyond, and those ancient planes that once led armies into extinction now seed as fragile as re toys in mortal hands.
The Destroyer fighter jets, now referred to as "Destruction Engines," forged from cosmic Krit River’s rarest materials, could even withstand attacks from Magic Treasures wielded by cultivators.
What’s more, these fighters, weapons long upgraded with missiles, lasers, and newfound sheer destructive power, surpassed anything imaginable!
The energy of each laser weapon was equivalent to one-third the power of apocalyptic firearms from yesteryears.
If hundreds of thousands of Destruction Engines united their firepower, the resulting devastation would be unimaginable.
Thus, within this generation, those Xin Atu draped in fine ceremonial attire and speaking through communication devices called for action: "Attention, all nations—deploy all Destroyer fighter jets—targets locked, distance confird."
"Acknowledged! Hold positions and remain ready!"
"Hahaha, even if it’s ten years ago, can our power rival the destruction of the Liu Danzi Destroyer fighter jets?"
"Fire now—slaughter them all! In the na of the Light God!"
In re monts, behind the Xin Atu of various nations appeared legions of Destroyer Engines rushing into the skies, swarming forth like furious bees, blotting out the sunlight with their ominous aerial assault.
Crack!
Suddenly chanical sounds erupted. The Destroyer Engine laser weapons aid directly at Yang Chuan, initiating the charging sequence.
"What?"
Yang Chuan, who had just finished dispatching the knife-wielding enemies surrounding him, suddenly furrowed his brow. His eyes swept sharply, and he instinctively raised his blade for defense.
A fierce battle ensued as Yang Bu launched attacks against nurous incoming fighter planes; their pilots muttered nervously beneath their breaths.
In the Central Room, the chief developer and first commanding officer of the Destroyer fighter jets, Arthur, smirked as he announced, "Hah, fools. We’re no longer relying on outdated F-series fighters; these are state-of-the-art Destroyer Engines. Do you think you can reach us before our assault?"
He sneered derisively.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With Arthur’s command, thousands, tens of thousands of Destroyer Engines fired their beams, unleashing a dazzling spectacle of lasers that painted the skies and earth in kaleidoscopic hues, akin to the majestic Aurora lights.
"Oh, here it cos! It’s finally here!"
The vibrant cascade of laser beams converged upon a single spot—Yang Tianchuan himself. Laughing maniacally amidst the chaos, Arthur raved, "Yes, this mont! This is the instant I’ve been waiting for! The great transformation against the legendary figure! To pit him against the pinnacle of my technological creations—Destroyer Engines! Haha! He’s done for."
The golden beams rged into a horrifying black hue, a phenonon seemingly birthed from Ye Tian’s calculations and sealed prophecies.
"Is this... a black hole?"
Amongst the seven great Heavenly Histories, Lapar gazed upon the scene in shock and awe.
"This is wrong! Black holes embody universal annihilation and incomprehensible mystery!"
Up till now, no being—not even a God—had ventured into the depths of a black hole and erged again!
The realm they led into was forbidden territory, where even Gods dared not tread!
Lapar couldn’t fathom how re humans on Earth could conjure a miniature black hole using the powers of science.
Cavaleiro’s face darkened as he murmured, "They deserve destruction."
"Are they dead?"
Lapar broke the tension with eerie laughter.
"Not through natural ans."
Gabard chuckled ominously, "Perhaps it’s over now, but at least it took just this one na to break darkness. If we’re forced to clash with the Light God’s soldiers, this war will decide all."
The sun seed to tilt lazily, darkness enveloping the surroundings as the palace atop Olympus Mountain beca veiled in cold finality.
The devastation of the black hole’s allure brought greater freedom—yet when the black-and-white beam directed sharply toward Bai Lei’s advancing presence, everything seed to halt.
Within the heart of the black hole’s vicinity, the skies still shuddered, fracturing amidst hues from modern weaponry.
A solitary figure erged from the black abyss—a man, with icy deanor and unrelenting stride, parting the darkness.
This... how was this possible?
From within the black hole, stepping calmly into view, Yang Chuan stunned everyone who bore witness as they gawked with mouths agape.
A black hole—what did it an?
An astronomical entity of incomprehensible density, capable of devouring everything, even light.
While the black holes conjured by the Destroyer Engine’s lasers fell short of true cosmic singularities, they represented humanity’s touch of divinity—a terrifying tool nonetheless.
Yet Yang Chuan, relying solely on his mortal fra, casually strolled out, unfazed—the serenity in his expression akin to one observing a faraway garden.
What was happening?
Had Yang Chuan surpassed mortal limits to beco a Super God?
As this question lingered in their minds, Yang Chuan stretched out his five fingers.
In an instant, the vast black hole contracted rapidly, becoming a compact black sphere resting in Yang Chuan’s palm.
"By heavens! Is this real?"
A pilot within one of the Monster Destroyer jets gasped in shock, trembling as he pointed at Yang Chuan. "Did he... capture the black hole? How is this even possible?"
Though fear shadowed the expressions of many, so remained skeptical.
Logically, the debris from those defeated monster jets should have been scattered. Even considering Yang Chuan’s power, retaliation was expected!
The skeptics watched closely—a mix of warriors, i Clan mbers, Great Knights, and believers—looking for answers in Yang Chuan’s calm deanor after erging from the black hole.
But Yang Chuan remained entirely unfazed, as though he had rely stepped away from a morning stroll.
Was he hiding intentions?
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