Chapter 1704: Resolved!

Chapter 1704: It's Resolved!

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Whether it was the forces of the Supreme Great Cosmos or the armies of the Delusional Race, they all stared in stunned silence at the twelve transcendent will-level warriors now lying lifeless in Zhou Zhan's hands.

Did they missee?

Could it be that merely by clenching his fist, those twelve towering, invincible will-transcendent warriors had perished?

Are you playing with ants like that?

Immediately afterward,

the soldiers of the Supreme Great Cosmos erupted in cheers, their morale surging dramatically—boosted by no less than tenfold.

And the result of this surge was that, despite their vastly inferior numbers compared to the Delusional Race, their average strength being far below that of the enemy, and even though they held only a slight edge in equipment,

they still treated the vastly superior Delusional Race armies like dogs, charging and fighting with unrelenting ferocity.

No fear of life or death whatsoever!

They all understood this deeply within their hearts.

Their top-tier warriors had already fallen—what could they possibly fear now?

Just a bunch of doomed, inevitable losers.

Now was not the time to spare them; if they didn’t strike now, there might never be another chance.

With their confidence surging, they launched their attack—fueled by resentment and vengeance, leaving no mercy, no restraint, throwing away every card in their arsenal.

They felt no regret or hesitation.

Once they had crushed these fools, the spoils they would claim from them would more than compensate for their losses.

In contrast,

the Void-False Clan, upon seeing their own top warriors utterly no match for this so-called "Lord of the People," experienced a sudden and drastic collapse in morale.

The consequence was that they scarcely desired to fight anymore, their mastery of laws used less frequently and with diminished speed.

Gradually,

some of the frontline soldiers from the faction of Illusory Beings began to retreat.

When they fled, those behind seeing them run panicked, and in haste, followed suit.

Thus,

the vanguard became the rearguard.

More and more soldiers from the Illusory Beings began to flee backward.

In the end, it became a full-scale exodus involving the entire army of the Illusory Beings.

They wailed and screamed, roaring toward the distant horizon, terrified that even a single moment's delay in their escape would cost them dearly.

The supreme beings of the Highest Cosmic Realm stared upon this scene, utterly stunned.

No… is that it?

Not long ago, were they not deeply troubled, wracked with concern over how to deal with these very enemies before them?

Even the morale of their forces had begun to waver.

How could the situation have shifted so abruptly, so dramatically, now?

The enemy—instead of fighting to the last—had simply fled?

Absurd!

A profound absurdity surged through their wills, flooding their consciousness.

As they thought this, they all instinctively turned their gaze toward Zhou Zhan, standing at the highest point, calmly observing the battlefield below with an unshakable stillness and serene composure.

In that instant, their minds reached a unanimous conclusion.

It was the Celestial Sovereign of the People!

It was the Great and Mighty Emperor Sovereign, His Highness, who, with a single act of might, shattered and frightened the entire host of the Deluded Clan!

Without the Emperor Sovereign of the People, this victory could never have come so easily.

"Emperor Sovereign of the People!"

"Emperor Sovereign of the People!!"

"His Highness, Emperor Sovereign of the People!"

Behind the Heavenly Punishment King, the countless masters of Supreme Will erupted in fervent, reverent cheers—like a flock of zealous devotees chanting the name of their divine being.

Chunqiu, the Master of Law, and Wan Xie, the Master of Evil, watched this scene with a quiet sense of reflection.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Punishment King's expression grew complex, ultimately settling into a mix of sorrow and peace.

His gaze, however, slowly hardened, as though he had made a momentous decision.

...

High up in the sky.

Zhou Zhan looked down upon the state of the battlefield below.

The Primordial Saints and Supreme Gods and Demons naturally went without saying.

As supreme-tier units, their combat power was worlds apart compared to these non-elite main forces of the Illusionary Race.

A single Primordial Saint or Supreme God and Demon could practically withstand the onslaught of a hundred or even more generals and soldiers of the Illusionary Race.

Only those Illusionary Race units that were also supreme-tier could barely exchange a couple of blows with the Primordial Saints and Supreme Gods and Demons.

Yet it was merely a couple of blows and nothing more.

Blessed with numerous lord talents and other buffs, their combat power was vastly superior to that of ordinary supreme-tier units.

Even among fellow supreme-tier units, those who could last more than ten moves in their hands were exceptionally rare.

It would take ten ordinary supreme-tier units to match the combat power of a single Primordial Saint or Supreme God and Demon.

And besides the unranked units, Zhou Zhan discovered within the vast army of the Deluded Race some that seemed to be of transcendent rank.

These transcendent units were among the few in the Deluded Race's army that, when the general retreat became inevitable, chose not to flee but instead remained steadfast in battle.

They stood in stark contrast to the panicked officers and soldiers of the Deluded Race, scrambling to survive and escape.

"Transcendent-rank units..."

"I've never encountered such things before."

Zhou Zhan murmured softly.

He gazed upon these transcendent units of the Deluded Race and saw clearly that they were no mere units—they far surpassed the unranked ones in combat prowess.

Even Zhou Zhan's unranked units, bolstered by numerous advantages, found themselves at a disadvantage when facing these transcendent forces.

Yet at that very moment,

the advantage of numbers and breadth of forces became evident.

A primordial sage or supreme deity of chaos couldn't stand a chance against you—what if I send ten such sages and deities instead?

If even ten primordial sages or supreme deities can't overcome you—then I'll send one hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, one hundred million!

Thus,

Under the combined assault of a thousand primordial sages and supreme deities, this transcendent-grade unit from the Illusory Clan perished in the righteous onslaught.

Zhou Zhan nodded, satisfied.

What difference does it make that you're a transcendent-grade unit?

Before my endless host, you'll still fall like a leaf in the wind.

"It's a pity, though."

"If only they were red monsters."

"Then I could spare a few, capture them, and bring them back into the Primordial Red Mother Nest to cultivate them."

"In this way, my subordinates will soon all be transformed into transcendental-class troops, their combat strength rising to a new level," Zhou Strategist thought with a touch of regret.

He did possess means to transform crimson monsters, but those methods were only effective upon normal living beings.

Beings like the Imagined Clan—beings born from mere imagination—could not be transformed into crimson monsters, not even by Him.

His gaze swept across the battlefield.

Approximately twenty yuans of transcendental-class troops from the Imagined Clan had arrived.

A staggering number.

Yet, against the vastly superior forces of the Jiaoyang Divine Nation, they were nothing but a fleeting shadow.

In no time at all, these transcendental Imagined Clan troops would be utterly eradicated.

Even if his own forces—his Primordial Saints and Supreme Divine Demons—suffered a loss of roughly one percent, it would still be insignificant.

It so happened that He had just upgraded the Undying Sacred Boat.

With the aid of the Supreme-tier, Unique Lord Talent—the Undying Sacred Boat—even a powerhouse of the Supreme Will Realm could be resurrected in the blink of an eye.

He would restore to life every single one of the fallen soldiers.

Death, in His domain, had never been an issue.

Then He turned His gaze toward the Supreme Will Realm powerhouses among the Illusory Clan.

A faint smile graced His lips.

For He discerned that these Supreme Will Realm beings of the Illusory Clan seemed to be in rather wretched straits.

The adversaries they faced were no ordinary Supreme Will Realm experts, but the Eternal Immortal-tier soldiers He had just summoned this morning—the Origin Walkers!

The other Supreme Will Realm powerhouses of the Divine Kingdom of the Scorching Sun wished to reinforce these ten Origin Walkers, but they were stayed by Zhou Zhan.

He desired to witness the true capabilities of this legendary, Eternal Immortal-tier unit.

……

At this very moment.

Ten root wanderers clad in dark silver robes stood silently, observing the one hundred and six supreme willmasters of the Illusory Clan.

And those one hundred and six supreme willmasters of the Illusorian Clan gazed back at them.

For no reason at all.

Though these ten strange beings exuded only the faint aura of a lower-tier true god—nothing more—

the one hundred and six supreme willmasters felt, before them, an uneasy hesitation, as if every movement they made would be instantly erased.

As if they stood before beings capable of effortlessly annihilating them.

Yet how could this be possible?

No matter how insane this world might be, could it truly reach the point of being able to obliterate them with mere lower-tier true gods?

Finally.

One of the deluded races of the Supreme Will Realm could no longer bear the suffocating tension.

"Damn you, playing games with illusions! Look— I'll slaughter you, these presumptuous true gods, who dare stand before us!"

And with that,

He unleashed his Conceptual God power, instantly transforming into a mechanical lifeform.

"My Conceptual God power is called 'Death Robot.'"

"Any enemy touched by this Death Blade shall have their very lives stripped from them!"

"I won't believe this petty true god can withstand a single slash from me."

Thus thought the being of Supreme Will.

Then, with a flash of motion, he appeared before a Root Walker, his face twisted with fury, and lunged forward with a single, brutal strike.

A gleam of satisfaction flickered in His eyes, as if He had already witnessed the strange true god before him being severed from life by a single stroke.

Zhou Zhan saw this and his brow furrowed slightly.

Did he not flee at all?

If it were merely himself, a warrior of supreme will, he would have already retreated by now.

My soldier, though a species of immortality, should still have dodged, shouldn't he?

The next instant, something utterly astonishing occurred—something that stunned both the transcendent will race and Zhou Zhan themselves.

As the death blade of the transcendent will race descended upon the Root Walker’s body, it suddenly froze mid-air, unable to penetrate, no matter how fiercely the transcendent will master strained. Time seemed to halt, and the blade could not harm the Root Walker in the slightest.

Faced with this spectacle, the Root Walker and the other nine Root Walkers appeared as if they had anticipated it all—unmoved, unimpressed, merely gazing calmly upon the transcendent will master of the delusion race, as though observing a humble insect attempting to bite at its own clothing.

"You can't reach me."

This Root-Wanderer spoke calmly, "Because you are in the mortal world."

"And I am in the heavenly realm of myth."

Upon hearing this, the supreme will-being of the Delusion Clan, whose face had initially been stunned, instantly erupted into furious rage.

"You, a mere true god, dare mock me like this?!"

"Fine! Then I shall show you just how powerful I truly am!"

He roared in fury.

And immediately prepared to unleash some technique.

Yet.

The Root-Wanderer's expression remained utterly still.

"You no longer have time."

He raised a hand, pointing into the air at the other.

Buzz!

A strange, incomprehensible black symbol appeared on the other's forehead.

Zhou Zhan saw the symbol, and without knowing why, he suddenly understood it.

The symbol meant—Zero!

"Immortal-tier unit talent—Return to Zero!"

The supreme will master of the Delusion Clan, who had reached the realm of Supreme Will, was momentarily stunned.

For in that very instant,

in front of his eyes, countless versions of himself from divergent timelines appeared.

Numerous, densely packed—perhaps exceeding one hundred million, if not far more.

"What is happening?"

"Why am I seeing my own alternate-timeline self?"

He stared, bewildered.

And then—

something that struck him with shock and dread occurred.

Suddenly, one of his alternate-timeline selves vanished—disappeared as if erased by a rubber eraser, wiped from existence as though it had never been there at all.

The disappearance of one alternate-timeline self wasn't remarkable.

When He first saw this scene, he was puzzled—why had the original entity of this alternate timeline suddenly vanished?

But the next instant,

he realized it wasn't just one alternate timeline entity that had disappeared—it was *all* of them vanishing.

In the blink of an eye,

a million alternate timeline entities were gone.

Then, in another blink,

more vanished.

The supreme willful master of the Delusional Clan stood utterly stunned.

Then, a deep, primal panic surged within him.

My alternate timeline entities cannot vanish like this!

This was the very path to my future ascension!

Yet he soon changed his mind.

For suddenly he realized that if he vanished at this speed, it would take no time at all…

Hmm?!

His eyes widened in shock.

For he saw that all the temporal line entities before him had instantly vanished—emptied, erased!?

"What… what is going on?"

He stared blankly at this Root Walker before him.

"I could have erased all your temporal line entities in an instant," the Root Walker murmured softly. "I merely slowed down the process, so you could see exactly how you died."

"To eliminate a common Supreme Will-being like you, to me, is no different than erasing a wrong answer from a piece of paper."

"A gentle wipe, and it's done."

The words had barely finished echoing when they saw the Supreme Will-being vanish utterly—like it had been erased by a pencil eraser.

The powerful beings observing the scene all held their breath, utterly stunned.

What in the world had happened?

How could it simply disappear like that?

Yet the Root Walker paid no mind to the reactions of the others.

"Finish it quickly. Don't waste time on these fools."

He spoke softly.

The other nine Root Walkers nodded in unison, then together cast the Zeroing upon the remaining Supreme Will-beings.

It took less than a single minute.

All one hundred and six powerhouses of the supreme will realm were completely annihilated into nothingness.

And so it ended.

Before astonishment could even set in.

God King Heavenly Punishment and the other masters suddenly realized a stark truth.

The Void Clan now lacked the protection of both their detached will masters and supreme will powerhouses, which thoroughly decreed their absolute defeat in this battle.

Though it was merely the loss of a single battle, rather than the complete expulsion of the Void Clan from the Twilight Battlefield, and the enemy would surely send more and stronger reinforcements once they realized their losses.

Still, was this truly the end?

They exchanged glances, each seeing only a profound blankness in the other's eyes.