Chapter 225: Blood Angels Warband! Killing Through the 99th Galaxy! Savage Beast

Chapter 225: The Blood Angels Chapter! The 99th Galaxy Breaks Through! The Terror of the Beast Fragment!

This sudden message, like a cross-galactic absolute zero cold current, instantly froze this already tense battlefield.

Countless powerful wills, at this moment, fell into a strange synchronized pause.

Whether it was the lofty figures like Cang, Yanwu, Lengyu, Zhou Li, Li Yinghong, and Chu Xiaoyun, all at the Boundless Sea level, or the millions of "River and Lake Realm" geniuses, everyone's breath caught sharply when they saw the "Failure Penalty" column.

Even the "Boundless Sea" level prodigies, whose minds had long been tempered as hard as stone, visibly contracted their pupils upon seeing the line "Debt of 1B Contribution Value."

This shock, unrelated to cultivation level, struck directly at the core interests of every participant.

The silence lasted less than three seconds.

Then, like plunging a red-hot branding iron into ice water, the entire starry sky was detonated by an erupting, thunderous wave of heated debate!

"What is this thing?! A Gambling Order? Is it a prop in the competition? I've never heard of it!"

A martial artist from Galaxy 115 exclaimed in shock, his voice sharp with astonishment.

"Obviously, it is!"

"This is definitely a hidden prop! Our exploration of these trial galaxies is still far from sufficient, and that 'Caesar' from Galaxy 99... he has already discovered this kind of strategic item capable of influencing the entire warzone's landscape!"

"The penalty for failure... a debt of 1B Contribution Value! That's resources worth one billion contribution points!"

"Hmm... this number, even for us 'Boundless Sea' level cultivators, is no small sum. It's enough to cripple us."

"Cripple us? That's an understatement!"

"The key point is, every bit of resource we have now was fought for, snatched from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

If this 1B debt falls on someone like us at the 'Boundless Sea' level, it would set back our cultivation progress by twenty or thirty years!

If it falls on those 'River and Lake Realm' brothers, it would set them back seventy or eighty years, even a hundred years!"

"Exactly! Once you're slowed down, it's all over!

In this Genius War, one step slow means every step slow, and you're basically completely cut off from the final good rankings!"

"..."

Chaos, shock, anger, gravity... all kinds of emotions mixed together, forming a massive psychic storm rampaging through this vacuum.

Amidst the crowd, Qin Feng silently stared at the golden interface before him, his psychic power spreading like an invisible net, silently capturing, collecting, and analyzing tens of thousands of public and private psychic communication fluctuations around him.

"So it's a hidden prop."

Qin Feng murmured to himself, instantly understanding.

The essence of this "Universal Genius War" was far more complex and grand than he had imagined.

Just then, a familiar, somewhat simple voice transmitted directly into his mind through psychic power.

"Qin Feng, I know a bit about this thing."

Qin Feng turned and saw the chubby Huo Yuan squeezing next to him, his signature amiable smile now extremely serious.

Huo Yuan didn't speak publicly but chose point-to-point psychic communication with Qin Feng: "Boss Qin, in the real 'Myriad Races Battlefield,' there are many things like this called 'World Wonders.'

They contain the rule power of the universe's origin and can produce all sorts of unimaginable effects.

Moreover, beyond the human territory, there exists a 'Universal Will' that is not allowed to enter human territory, and its 'gaze' manifests as various opportunities and trials."

He paused, then continued: "The warzone mode of this 'Universal Genius War' is actually simulating the brutal environment of the 'Myriad Races Battlefield' to the greatest extent.

So, this hidden 'Gambling Order' is essentially a product imitating those 'World Wonders.'"

"However, when we really get to the 'Myriad Races Battlefield,' the ones we'll be fighting with 'Gambling Orders' will be living, cruel alien races. At that time, what's at stake is life itself, real bloodshed..."

"..."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, fully understanding Huo Yuan's meaning.

This sudden "gambling" was a rehearsal and a screening.

Just as the crowd's discussion reached its peak, a cold and domineering voice overpowered all the noise.

The speaker was Cang.

He hovered at the very center of the battlefield, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and said solemnly: "The 'Gambling Order' has appeared. In this battle, we cannot lose!

You all should know the opportunity here. If one person can obtain it all, it would be enough to forge an Undying Projection in a short time, directly reaching the Stellar Level!

Once we win, the entire warzone will benefit. Everyone can gain access to higher-level resource zones!

And it will be exclusive access, only for the martial artists of our five galaxies!"

His words were forceful, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

"So,"

Cang's tone shifted, carrying a sense of inevitable decisiveness, "I suggest that everyone present give up competing for this opportunity.

Let me enter and absorb all the [Beast Fragments].

I will break through to the Stellar Level in the shortest time and lead everyone to win this 'gambling'!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire scene fell into a momentary dead silence.

Then, what erupted was a burst of unrestrained, mocking laughter, fiercer than ever before.

"Hahaha! Cang! Did I hear you right?

If you were still the number one on the combat power list of Galaxy 117, I might have bothered to curse you a few times.

But now... heh, I can't even be bothered to scold you!"

A "Boundless Sea" level powerhouse with a vigorous aura laughed heartily, his laughter filled with endless ridicule.

Cang's face instantly darkened, his eyes cold as knives: "I swear by the glory of my 'Emperor's Children' Chapter. If I successfully break through, I will not seize any opportunity within the 'Advanced Resource Zone.'"

However, his solemn oath was met with even more unrestrained laughter.

"Heh, what a huge joke! We all offer this enormous opportunity to you, letting you comfortably break through to the Stellar Level.

Then, when that higher-level resource zone opens later, won't the top resources inside still be taken by you, the only Stellar Level powerhouse? What kind of pipe dream are you having?"

"Yeah! At that time, you'll have the permission to enter the new resource zone, and so will we.

But you'll be Stellar Level, and we'll all be Planetary Level. How can we compete with you? Won't we just be at your mercy, plundered as you please?"

"Cang, Cang, for you to say such things, you truly live up to your reputation as a famous hypocrite!"

"And you swear by your Chapter? What is the glory of your 'Emperor's Children' worth in our eyes? Why should we trust you?"

"You say it so lightly! You're 'Boundless Sea,' but there are millions of brothers here who haven't even reached 'Boundless Sea' yet!

What, without you lofty 'Boundless Sea' types, we don't have the right to advance to Stellar Level?"

"..."

Countless merciless taunts, like countless arrows, shot at Cang from all directions.

Qin Feng quietly watched this scene, neither participating nor expressing his stance.

His mind, at this moment, seemed to detach from the noisy battlefield, entering a higher-dimensional, absolutely calm level.

He felt his thinking undergoing a profound transformation, an elevation.

If Cang were to step forward and propose this plan—one that could be considered the optimal solution on a strategic level—even if he staked the honor of his war legion and made such a weighty promise, he would still fail to earn anyone's trust.

Then...

What if it were him, Qin Feng, who stepped forward?

This thought flashed through his mind in an instant.

Qin Feng immediately arrived at the answer—the outcome would be no different.

If he himself stepped forward and made the same demand, he would likewise be drowned in a torrent of suspicion and mockery.

On this battlefield, any "Boundless Sea"-level powerhouse present, if they stood up and spoke the same words, would face no difference.

Even if this martial artist truly harbored a sense of justice and genuinely coveted no greater fortune to come, he would still be unable to gain the trust of all. He would still be suspected of harboring ulterior motives.

And the truth was, in the face of this sudden "Betting Decree," the best solution at hand was exactly what Cang had said—pool all resources, in the shortest possible time, to forge a single Star-level powerhouse.

This was the only path to maximize collective benefit.

Even if the chosen Star-level powerhouse did have selfish motives and seized more advantages in subsequent resource distribution, for the entire war zone, it would only mean a reduction in total gains—still far better than losing the bet and burdening everyone with a heavy debt.

But such is human nature.

"What if... the Emperor were to step forward?"

When this thought, like a bolt of lightning, streaked through Qin Feng's mind, he fell into a long silence.

It was just like the situation before him.

If a truly selfless powerhouse stepped forward, doing everything not for himself but for the good of all, so that everyone in his faction could fare better in the coming competition... yet he, too, would be despised and suspected by all, branded a "hypocrite," simply because he touched upon their immediate interests!

Even if the majority could understand and support this selfless martial artist, there would always be a small minority, whose immediate interests were harmed, who would stab him in the back with a fatal blow!

In the vast history of humanity, spanning four hundred million millennia, how many times had the Emperor, enthroned upon the Golden Throne, stepped forward to protect the entire human race?

How many times had he been slandered in the shadows?

How many shortsighted, selfish mortals had doubted him?

That truly selfless, great existence—how many had suspected him of harboring the universe's greatest selfishness?

And how many of those he had sheltered and saved had betrayed him for immediate gain?

"Will my future path be like this too, filled with suspicion and doubt?"

"When I make choices for a grander goal, can I, like the Emperor, endure all misunderstanding and betrayal and still walk steadfastly forward?"

"In history, how many selfless prodigies, who should have shone brilliantly, crumbled under the disappointment and pain from within, only to fall into the dark embrace of Chaos, which seemed to 'understand' everything?

Will I... waver in my faith because of such doubt and injustice?"

Qin Feng was silent for a long, long time.

He engaged in a deep exercise of perspective-taking.

If the one stepping forward now were him, he asked himself honestly—he could indeed be without any selfish motive.

He could devour all the [Beast Fragments] to advance to Star-level, solely to win this "Betting Decree."

Afterward, he could keep his promise and take not a single share from that vast high-grade resource site.

But while being utterly selfless, he would still be publicly doubted by countless compatriots he wished to protect, accused of selfishness, pointed at and questioned, insulted...

Without a doubt, that feeling would be excruciatingly painful.

In that instant of perspective-taking, a storm raged within Qin Feng's heart.

Yet the reality of the battlefield gave him little time for such deep introspection on his Dao-heart.

Cang's proposal, like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, after an initial deathly silence, detonated all the pent-up negative emotions in the arena.

Endless mockery and ridicule converged from all directions into a torrent, drowning the once-arrogant "Son of the Emperor" prodigy in the center, leaving him utterly disgraced.

Cang's face turned from icy to livid, and finally to a shadow of gloom.

He did not speak another word.

For he knew clearly that in this "prisoner's dilemma" built from a million strands of greed and suspicion, any words, any oaths, were utterly powerless.

Trust was, at this moment, the cheapest and most precious thing in the universe.

This farce he had initiated, forcing everyone to unite, ended in an unbearably awkward manner.

The next three days degenerated entirely into meaningless, chaotic arguments.

"Why should it be you? Our 'Giant Spirit' war legion's refining method is the most efficient for absorbing [Beast Fragments]!"

"Nonsense! Our 'Pioneer' lineage has a natural affinity for such cosmic wonders. If I take the lead, the success rate is highest!"

"Stop arguing! I say we draw lots among all 'Boundless Sea' cultivators. Whoever draws the lot gets the fortune, and no one else may object!"

"Draw lots? Do you think this is child's play? My life, my fortune for the next centuries—why should I entrust it to your blind luck?"

"Then let's fight! A free-for-all. The last one standing gets everything!"

"Madman! Do you want us to kill each other off, leaving that 'Caesar' to reap the benefits?"

"...

Not a single proposal was constructive.

Behind every plan lay the proposer's naked self-interest.

Time was wasted in this fruitless bickering for three whole days.

Millions of geniuses gathered here, yet they behaved disgracefully.

Finally, a voice, weary and impatient, rose above the clamor.

The speaker was a "Boundless Sea" powerhouse from Galaxy 116, his aura steady.

"Enough."

He swept his gaze across the crowd and spoke slowly: "Three days. We've argued here like fools for three days, and not a single feasible result has emerged. The 'Betting Decree' waits for no one. We cannot keep wasting energy like this."

He took a deep breath and proposed a plan that everyone present had rehearsed countless times in their hearts but no one dared to voice first—the most primitive and "fairest" solution.

"Let's just go in directly."

"No more talk of distribution, no more alliances."

"Open this door. Everyone goes in together."

"Each relies on their own ability, each accepts their own fate. Whoever seizes the [Beast Fragments] does so by strength and luck. Whoever dies inside can only blame their own lack of skill."

"Let's waste no more time."

At these words, the entire arena fell silent.

This proposal was simple, brutal, and straight to the core.

It abandoned all pretense of cooperation and negotiation, returning everything to the most fundamental law of the jungle: strength.

After a brief silence, voices of agreement spread like wildfire.

"I agree! Rather than waste our breath here, let's go in and fight for real!"

"Exactly! Fortune is right before us. Let the capable take it!"

"That's how it should be! The strong survive, the weak perish—this is the truth of the universe!"

Yet, just as the fervor peaked and consensus seemed imminent, a cold voice of dissent, like a bucket of ice water, doused everyone's spirits.

"We disagree!"

The speaker was Zhou Li, one of the three titans of Galaxy 118.

Behind him, nearly a million martial artists from Galaxy 118 stepped forward as one, forming an impenetrable steel phalanx. Their combined fierce aura stood in stark opposition to the ten million from the other four galaxies.

Zhou Li's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, swept across the assembly: "The 'Beast Graveyard' was first discovered by us, the people of Galaxy 118! By all rights, all its yields belong to us! You want to rely on your own abilities? Did you ask us?"

His words instantly plunged the heated atmosphere back to freezing point.

"Zhou Li! Are you still dreaming your pipe dream?"

A "Boundless Sea" martial artist from Galaxy 115 roared in rebuke. "We are now in a state of war, with the 'Gambling Decree' hanging over our heads! All personal and factional interests must yield to the victory of the five galaxies!"

"Well said!"

Another strong voice chimed in, dripping with menace. "This is the greater good! If Galaxy 118 insists on delaying the war effort for selfish gain, causing us to lose the gamble and collectively fall into debt... then you will become the common mortal enemy of our four galaxies and four hundred million martial artists!"

"When that day comes, you will be the first we settle accounts with!"

"Exactly! Settle accounts with Galaxy 118!"

"Settle accounts with Galaxy 118!"

A terrifying pressure, like four boundless star seas, crashed down upon the camp of Galaxy 118 from all directions.

The faces of Zhou Li, Li Yinghong, and Chu Xiaoyun turned ashen in an instant.

The million martial artists behind them, under the immense pressure jointly exerted by seventy to eighty "Boundless Sea" experts and nearly ten million "River Realm" warriors, saw their formation tremble slightly.

This was a naked scheme.

This was outright bullying, wielding the "greater good" as a weapon.

The martial artists of Galaxy 118 seethed with resentment and fury, but they could not refute.

Because the other side spoke the truth.

Under the Damocles sword of the "Gambling Decree," which could determine everyone's fate, any act that hindered the "swift enhancement of strength" was tantamount to betraying the entire alliance.

This negotiation and pressure campaign, cloaked in the name of "greater good," dragged on for another day.

Finally, two full years after the martial artists had first discovered the "Beast Graveyard," Galaxy 118 was forced to abandon its last stand.

Their defensive line reluctantly parted to both sides, clearing the central passage leading to that dark red star.

After two years of wasted time, consensus was finally reached.

All martial artists would enter together.

When the time came, nearly a hundred "Boundless Sea" level experts would feast on the choicest flesh. The remaining ten million "River Realm" warriors could follow behind and sip the hot broth.

Though every face among Galaxy 118's martial artists was etched with reluctance, they could not defy the overwhelming tide of the four united galaxies.

"Prepare to enter!"

Someone roared.

Ten million martial artists, like a volcano suppressed for two years, began to surge with energy.

The engines of power armor hummed low, various weapons were gripped tightly, and all eyes locked onto the giant star ahead, pulsing like a demon's heart.

But just at that critical moment—

"Buzz—!!!!"

A terrifying spatial fluctuation, far surpassing any previous teleportation, vast enough to chill the soul, emerged without warning!

In the distant cosmic void to the right of all the martial artists, space twisted and folded violently, as if kneaded and stretched by an invisible giant hand, forming a deep vortex that could swallow light itself!

The next second, the vortex's core expanded abruptly!

Millions of martial artists poured forth like floodwaters from a breached dam, materializing out of the distorted space!

Their formation was uniform, silent and deadly, a stark contrast to the chaotic allied forces before them.

At the forefront of this army stood dozens of terrifying figures, all exuding the aura of the "Boundless Sea" realm!

The remaining millions of martial artists were all at least at the "River Realm"!

A cold, solid, mountain-like and prison-like military might swept across, suffocating the souls of everyone present!

Yet, what drew the most attention was not this massive army.

It was the single, absolute center floating at the very front of the formation.

A martial artist clad in golden power armor.

His armor was predominantly resplendent gold, but on the shoulder guards, chest plate, and joints, dark red patterns flowed like blood.

Most striking of all, behind him unfurled a pair of enormous wings, formed from the purest light, so holy they seemed beyond mortal things!

The wings fluttered gently, scattering billions of radiant specks, as if they could purify all evil in the universe.

He had a head of brilliant golden hair, a face of exquisite beauty yet utterly masculine, radiating authority and majesty. Simply standing there, he exuded a leadership charisma that inspired awe rather than envy in his peers.

"The Blood Angel Warhost is here!"

Someone in the crowd gasped.

This warhost's name was equally thunderous across the five galaxies!

Legend had it that all core members of this warhost had constructed their "Indestructible Projection" as that iconic pair of holy wings.

It was a legacy imprint left to commemorate their founder, a great hero who had fallen in the early days of the empire!

"Indestructible Projection..."

Qin Feng's pupils contracted to pinpoints the moment those wings appeared.

"...It can already manifest in reality!"

A storm raged in his heart!

The construction of an "Indestructible Projection" was a process from illusion to reality.

Only when the construction progress reached at least thirty percent could its form partially project from the purely spiritual realm into the material world!

This meant that the man before him had already constructed at least thirty percent of his Indestructible Projection—an advancement so rapid it defied belief!

Qin Feng estimated that this man could rank among the top in even the Grand Warzone.

"And... the millions behind him, their eyes reveal absolute trust.

He can command so many, not merely through strength, but because his charisma, leadership, political acumen... all have reached their peak!"

"This man is terrifying beyond measure!"

Qin Feng immediately reached his judgment.

This arrival boded ill!

Compared to their own scattered forces, that army was forged into a single block of steel!

And their leader was a true prehistoric beast!

Just as everyone was shaken to the core by this heavenly host descending from the sky, the man bathed in holy light slowly spoke.

His voice, amplified by his spiritual power, rang out clearly and calmly in the hearts of every person present.

“My name is Caesar!”

Boom—!!!

That name, like a thunderclap of creation, exploded in the minds of millions of martial artists!

Caesar!

The one who issued the “Gambling Decree,” driving them all into a corner—the enemy from Galaxy No. 99!

After a brief, deathly silence, came the eruption of a volcano!

“Kill!!!”

“It’s him!”

“Slay him!!!”

Tens of millions of gazes instantly turned bloodshot!

Tens of millions of waves of murderous intent, so intense they could dim the stars and freeze time and space, at this moment, crossing the barriers of galaxies and the suspicions among themselves, converged as never before, pressing down fiercely upon Caesar and the army behind him!

Yet, facing this torrent of killing intent that could annihilate any “Boundless Sea” in an instant, Caesar’s face showed not a trace of emotion.

He merely let out a soft…

“Hmph!”

A single cold snort.

Like a divine decree!

The holy wings behind him suddenly spread wide!

Light surged billions of times brighter, and those wings instantly expanded, blotting out the entire void, as if to embrace the whole universe!

Then, the nearly ten million martial artists who had released their killing intent—whether in the “River and Ocean Realm” or the lofty “Boundless Sea,” including Cang, Yanwu, Zhou Li… all their bodies, at the same moment, shuddered violently!

“Pfft!”

They all groaned in unison, feeling as if their spiritual worlds had been struck by a supreme divine hammer.

A trickle of crimson blood, uncontrollably, seeped from the corners of every mouth.

Such was Caesar’s terrifying strength!

This cold snort, imbued with supreme power, was like the bell of final judgment, shattering the last shred of hope in the hearts of millions of geniuses from the five galaxies.

Blood slid down the corners of their mouths, bringing a cold, metallic taste.

But this physical injury was far less than the violent shock their spiritual worlds had suffered.

One strike—merely a cold snort—had wounded millions, including nearly a thousand “Boundless Sea” experts, all at once.

What a terrifying gap in strength!

Beneath those sky-covering holy wings, Caesar’s gaze calmly swept across the battlefield, now plunged into dead silence. His voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion, as if reading a verdict long prepared.

“The Gambling Decree has been issued.”

“To execute the Gambling Decree and seize your resources is only proper.”

His tone was flat, as if stating a universal truth, beyond question.

“This ‘Primordial Beast Fragment’ here holds great opportunity, enough to forge a stellar foundation. Such a supreme treasure naturally cannot be left for you to absorb…”

As he spoke, his peerlessly handsome face, for the first time, showed a hint of human expression—one of boundless mockery.

“When I first learned of the ‘Beast Graveyard’ appearing, I thought I wouldn’t make it in time and would lose this gamble…”

“But I never expected… you lot, a bunch of chickens and dogs.”

“Discovering the ‘Beast Graveyard’ for two whole years, millions of prodigies gathered here, yet still acting like idiots…”

He let out a soft laugh, and through the spread of his spiritual power, it reached every ear clearly, more piercing than the most venomous curse.

“Hahahahaha…”

“Enough, words are useless.”

Caesar’s laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes turning instantly to absolute ice.

He slowly raised his right hand, his index finger pointing forward gently.

A single word, like a doomsday command, emerged from his lips.

“Kill—”

In an instant, heaven and earth turned dark.

In the vacuum of space, there was originally no distinction between light and dark.

But at this moment, in everyone’s perception, the world lost all color.

With Caesar at the center, the millions of martial artists from Galaxy No. 99 behind him, like volcanoes silent for eons, erupted collectively the moment they received the order!

“Kill!!!”

Millions of streams of murderous intent—condensed, unified, and filled with iron will—converged into a black torrent capable of tearing apart galaxies, crashing fiercely toward the scattered, still-shocked and bewildered allied forces of the five galaxies!

The terrifying battle, in an instant, was ignited in the most brutal and grand manner!

Countless attacks tore through the vacuum.

Beams of psychic energy, storms of spiritual power, fist auras, sword qi, blade flashes… billions upon billions of attacks, in a billionth of a second, illuminated this dark universe, their brilliance even outshining that dark red giant star!

Yet, what happened next turned this epic war, meant to be a “clash of factions,” into an absurd farce.

Facing the irresistible collective charge of Galaxy No. 99, the millions of martial artists from the five galaxies did not, as anyone expected, unite and resist.

Their formation collapsed in an instant.

No, it couldn’t even be called a “collapse.”

Because from the very beginning, they had never had a unified “formation.”

“Haha! It’s on! It’s on! Opportunity!”

A “River and Ocean Realm” martial artist from Galaxy No. 117, the moment the battle began, showed not anger but ecstasy on his face!

He did not charge at the enemy; instead, under the cover of chaos, he pushed his power armor to maximum speed, turning into a streak of light, and from the flank of the battlefield, plunged straight toward that dark red giant star!

His thoughts represented the sentiments of at least ninety percent of the “allied” martial artists present!

—While Galaxy No. 99 holds the others back, rush in and grab the [Primordial Beast Fragment]!

“Get out of my way!”

A martial artist from Galaxy No. 115, about to break through the star’s surface, noticed a “compatriot” from Galaxy No. 116 beside him moving faster.

A flash of ferocity crossed his eyes, and without hesitation, he swung his blade at the back of this “ally”!

The martial artist from Galaxy No. 116, caught off guard, was severely wounded on the spot, his speed faltering. In an instant, he was swallowed by the energy torrent from Galaxy No. 99 behind, leaving no trace.

And the attacker, stepping over his ally’s corpse, was the first to charge into the star.

Fratricide!

This absurd, blood-soaked spectacle played out in frantic madness across every corner of the chaotic battlefield!

As for those lofty beings of the "Boundless Sea" rank, those top-tier prodigies who just moments ago had been arguing until they were red in the face over "leadership," their choice illustrated the ultimate meaning of the word "selfishness."

Cang, Yan Wu, Zhou Li, Li Yinghong...

These entities standing at the very pinnacle of the planetary tier did not harbor even a shred of a thought to resist the moment Caesar issued the command to attack.

Unanimously and instantly, they transformed into the swiftest streaks of light, fleeing from above and below, from left and right, plunging into the depths of the star at a velocity far exceeding everyone else!

To them, locked in a desperate struggle with a monster like Caesar, who clearly already had one foot inside the stellar tier, was an act of supreme stupidity.

To exploit this chaos, to use the precious time bought with the lives of those ten million pieces of "cannon fodder," to rush into the "Savage Beast Graveyard" and seize enough [Savage Beast Shards] to push their own "Immortal Projections" past thirty percent—that was the sole and correct choice!

The entire battlefield had dissolved utterly into a chaotic mire!

The martial artists of Galaxy 99 were hunting down their prey.

The martial artists of the five major galaxies were fleeing in panic.

Those fleeing martial artists slaughtered one another just to fight over an escape route.

Countless warriors fell to a fatal stab from an "ally" behind them before they could even die at the hands of the enemy.

"Bang!"

The [Star-Swallowing Spear] in Qin Feng's hand trembled, forcing back a martial artist from Galaxy 119 who attempted to ambush him from behind to seize his path forward.

He did not cast another glance back at the man.

Before that man could be submerged by the torrent of attacks from Galaxy 99 in the rear, Qin Feng's silhouette also transformed into a streak of light, plunging fiercely into that giant, dark-red star along the trajectory where Cang and the others had vanished!

...

"Screech—!"

Passing through the corona at the surface of the star, which possessed enough heat to instantly vaporize any mundane iron, was no difficult feat for Qin Feng, who possessed planetary-tier power armor and a tyrannical physical body.

The scorching energy streams were sealed away by the shield of the power armor, producing a piercing sound of friction.

A few seconds later, his vision suddenly opened up.

Qin Feng plunged at extreme speed into the interior of the star.

This place was not the pure sea of fire one might have imagined.

A luminous, flame-like substance as viscous as magma formed the mainstay of this world.

Yet between these glowing flames lay countless invisible, exceedingly complex and terrifying force fields.

Those were death traps born from the frantic psionic force fields inside the star entangling, colliding, and evolving with the spiritual force fields dissipating from the remains of fallen space behemoths over tens of millions of years.

Some force field zones possessed stable energy, resembling a tranquil deep sea.

Yet in other zones, the force fields were chaotic and violent, like the most horrifying meat grinders in the universe; once entered by mistake, even a planetary-tier powerhouse would be torn into basic particles in an instant.

"To safely explore the interior of a star, one must at least be a true stellar-tier martial artist to manage it."

Qin Feng muttered to himself while navigating the gaps between the force fields at an incredibly rapid velocity.

"For planetary-tier martial artists, the danger here is simply too high."

Even as he hurtled along, his divine sense had already captured several scenes of tragedy.

Not far away, a "River Realm" martial artist who had just rushed in plunged headlong into a seemingly tranquil zone due to his lack of experience.

In the next second, the spiritual force field of that zone instantly went wild, transforming into tens of thousands of invisible sharp blades that minced him along with his power armor into a sky of flying ash within a ten-thousandth of a second.

Even further away, three martial artists, desperate to evade the pursuers behind them, fled blindly into a massive sunspot zone that radiated a terrifying suction.

Before they could even let out a single scream, they were utterly annihilated by the utterly chaotic spiritual energy and energy force fields inside that zone.

"Wanting to explore cautiously and step by step is already impossible."

"Being a step slower means others will take the initiative, while being a step faster means being used as a pawn to pave the way."

"Especially those fiercely watching fellows from Galaxy 99... besides that unfathomable Caesar, there are several powerhouses whose 'Immortal Projections' are constructed beyond ten percent. Those people are simply not entities the current me can contend against."

Qin Feng's thinking, amidst his high-speed flight, was calm to the absolute extreme.

"I can only gamble on a single stroke."

"Having missed the time window to concentrate resources and select one person to go straight to the stellar tier, with the army of Galaxy 99 now pressing down upon us, there is a ninety percent chance or higher that this 'Betting Order' will end in failure..."

Scenes of that chaotic, ugly, fratricidal battlefield outside flashed through his mind.

"This pack of insects... being together with this pack of insects, nothing can be done well."

A murmur filled with disappointment echoed in the depths of Qin Feng's heart.

"I just wonder, how exactly did that Caesar achieve it?

To become the collective leader of all top prodigies within a galaxy in a short span of less than three hundred years.

Even if he employed methods of coercion and enticement, to be able to integrate millions of unyielding geniuses to such an extent of absolute obedience to commands is exceedingly astonishing."

Qin Feng evaluated his own side's defeat even as he analyzed the terrifying nature of the enemy.

Although he could almost foresee that in the near future, his account would be saddled with that astronomical debt of up to one billion contribution points.

Yet strangely, his state of mind remained relatively peaceful.

"It is not purely the advancement of strength that counts as an elevation of cultivation..."

"The various visages of living beings I have witnessed recently, the massive gap akin to steel and rotting mud between Caesar's galaxy and the five major galaxies... to me, it can be considered a harvest of sorts."

"The path of martial arts cultivates not merely power, but more so the heart."

"Seeing through the ugliness of human nature... this firms my martial heart more than obtaining a few shards. However, I have yet to see clearly the majestic power and traits possessed by a true leader..."

Qin Feng's gaze pierced through layers of glowing flames and chaotic force fields, casting toward the deeper parts of the star.

There, sporadic treasures, as brilliant as stars, had already begun to flash.

That was the light of the [Savage Beast Shards]!

"As for the Savage Beast Shards, I shall take as many as I can get."

"As for the 'Betting Order'..."

"I no longer harbor any hope."

Qin Feng sighed with emotion.

His spiritual power, like an invisible tide, spread out frantically in all directions with unprecedented intensity, beginning to search for Savage Beast Shards while evading those terrifying, chaotic force fields.

(End of Chapter)