Chapter 238: Thirty Years of Hunting! Harmless Chosen One Eyeball! Shiquan

Chapter 238: Thirty Years of Pursuit! The Harmless Divine Eye Orb! The Tenfold Hand Shocks the Entire Arena!

Before Qin Feng could even react, he saw a streak of golden light blazing with fierce flames, tearing through the pitch-black vacuum of space at a terrifying speed, charging straight toward him!

"Sacred Flame Spirit Clan!"

The instant he recognized the true form of that streak of light, Qin Feng’s pupils contracted sharply, and a tidal wave of shock surged within his heart.

In his field of vision, it was a humanoid being thousands of meters tall, its entire body composed of pure, scorching flames—like the core of a star itself!

It had no conventional flesh-and-blood body; its entire form was an energy construct built from a highly condensed psychic-mental energy field.

The golden flames were the external manifestation of its mental power!

In that split second, countless pieces of information about this race flashed through Qin Feng’s mind like lightning.

The Sacred Spirit Clan was one of the oldest and most primordial races in the universe, belonging to the "peak races" of the cosmos.

They were not born through reproduction but were naturally formed—miracles of self-awareness that emerged by chance from the vast, naturally existing psychic-mental energy fields during the long evolution of the universe.

For this reason, every member of the Sacred Spirit Clan was at least a planetary-level powerhouse from the moment of their birth.

They did not need to painstakingly temper their physical bodies or open acupoints like other races. Their method of cultivation was to continuously train their mental power and to learn and analyze various "knowledge" in the universe, thereby increasing the scale and intensity of their psychic-mental energy field and, consequently, their strength.

According to the Human Empire’s research and classification of this race, common Sacred Spirits had five basic forms: Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, along with many variants such as Lightning, Stone, Ice, and Snow.

For example, the Sacred Flame Spirit Clan before him was more likely to be born on stars, in the most intense flare eruptions where psychic-mental energy fields were most active.

The Sacred Water Spirit Clan, on the other hand, was generally born in the deep seas of certain super-life planets or within the vast glacial belts spanning several light-years across the universe.

However, it was worth noting that the term "Sacred Spirit Clan" was merely a unilateral classification by the Human Empire.

No individual of the Sacred Spirit Clan believed they had any necessary connection with other "kindred."

Each of them was a complete loner, even attacking one another over energy sources.

Only when facing a common, extremely powerful enemy was there a slim chance they would join forces.

These thoughts flashed through Qin Feng’s mind in the blink of an eye.

But his actions showed no hesitation!

Faced with this sudden, almost certain death crisis, he did not hesitate for a moment. He instantly summoned his pitch-black "Star-Swallowing" spear, pouring his terrifying cultivation of seven hundred thousand light-years into it without reservation, and met the golden streak of light with his strongest killing move—[Sky-Swallowing]—unleashed with overwhelming force!

"Human prodigy! Your strength is impressive—far better than those fools on that so-called power ranking!"

As the Sacred Flame Spirit Clan member charged, it let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.

Its mental fluctuations were extremely unstable, filled with madness and a desire for destruction.

With the laughter, its golden, almost tangible mental power instantly condensed in its hand into a blazing holy sword of fire, which it slashed down fiercely against Qin Feng’s star-devouring spear strike!

Boom—!!!

The spear and the holy sword collided in the pitch-black vacuum of space!

There was no earth-shattering sound, only an extreme burst of light and heat that could reduce everything to nothingness!

The high-temperature flowing fire formed by the pure psychic-mental energy field, even just the shockwave of the collision, instantly vaporized the power armor on Qin Feng, which could withstand the heat of a star!

At the same time, his proud [Sky-Swallowing] killing move, capable of dragging a miniature black hole, was shattered like paper under the slash of that holy sword—easily broken through!

An irresistible, terrifying force transmitted through the "Star-Swallowing" spear, slamming into Qin Feng’s body, sending him flying backward!

"This power... is several times stronger than the violent core psychic-mental energy field I once delved into inside a star!"

"In the material universe, it manifests as a temperature countless times hotter than a star—a terrible flame capable of directly burning the soul!"

After just one exchange, Qin Feng had a clear and precise judgment of the gap in strength between himself and his enemy.

He simply could not win!

The opponent’s mental power had already taken on a dazzling, golden hue, indicating that it had undergone countless refinements and purifications, reaching an unimaginable level.

This was likely a terrifying powerhouse with one foot already across the threshold of the "Galactic Level"!

As for himself, although his cultivation was as high as seven hundred thousand light-years, the essence of his mental power was still stuck at the silver-white stage, having not yet begun any true "refinement."

There was a fundamental gap between them!

"Kill—!"

Even though he knew he was outmatched, Qin Feng’s momentum did not diminish in the slightest!

With a fierce shout, the [Indestructible Tower] behind him, towering seven hundred thousand light-years high, instantly radiated boundless, dazzling light!

He unleashed an even more powerful move—[Vast Mountain Range]!

An ancient divine mountain, more solid than any before, spanned the starry sea, pressing down horizontally toward the Sacred Flame Spirit Clan member!

"Come on!"

Feeling the majestic, boundless [Indestructible Tower] and the mountain-like will that suppressed all things, the Sacred Flame Spirit Clan member’s eyes finally showed a hint of seriousness.

"My name is Yan Sheng! Remember it!"

It laughed wildly, the golden flames on its body burning even more fiercely!

"The one who kills you is Qin Feng!"

Qin Feng also shouted back, his momentum undiminished!

But just as the Sacred Flame Spirit Clan member Yan Sheng prepared to strike with full force to counter his [Vast Mountain Range], Qin Feng’s figure suddenly veered!

That strike was nothing but a feint!

His true purpose was to buy himself a moment to escape!

Seizing that opportunity, he turned and fled without looking back!

According to the information on the jade token, if killed by an alien prodigy, he would be reborn but would also lose his qualification in the competition and be directly eliminated. Qin Feng did not want to leave so early.

He had to hold on until the top hundred!

"Roar!!"

Seeing that he had been tricked, the Sacred Flame Spirit Clan member Yan Sheng let out an enraged roar!

With one sword stroke, he shattered the ancient divine mountain into pieces, then transformed into an even faster golden streak of light, madly chasing after Qin Feng’s escape route!

And so, two streaks of light—one silver, one gold—engaged in a life-or-death chase through the vast, silent depths of space.

The Sacred Flame Spirit Clan member Yan Sheng’s mental power clung to Qin Feng like a stubborn leech, locking onto him so tightly that he could not activate a subspace teleportation.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

"You filthy rat!"

After chasing for three days and three nights without being able to catch Qin Feng, the Sacred Flame Spirit Clan member Yan Sheng’s mind had become frantic and irritable.

As he chased, he hurled venomous insults, madly taunting Qin Feng.

"No wonder you’re so strong but didn’t make that stupid power ranking! It turns out you’re nothing but a rat that only knows how to run!"

"Is running all you can do?"

"Qin Feng! You coward!"

Yan Sheng pursued Qin Feng relentlessly, but what infuriated him most was that no matter how fast he accelerated, he could never truly catch up.

Because Qin Feng was far too familiar with this starfield!

This was a place he had once conquered; he knew every gravitational field that could lend him momentum, every chaotic psychic-energy field that could mask his trail.

Just as Qin Feng was fully focused on his escape, a tremor finally came from the subspace friend message bar in his retina.

It was Caesar!

“Qin Feng, I’ve used my authority to plot an escape route for you on the star chart.”

Caesar’s message carried a hint of apology.

“You’re in luck. Ahead on your escape path, there happens to be a ‘subspace field stabilization device’ I pre-deployed for the Alliance’s strategic depth.

The device has never been shut off; the psychic field there is stable. If you lock onto it with your golden mental power, you’ll have about a hundredth of a second to open a subspace portal. Prepare in advance.

It will take you roughly thirty years to get there.

Once you arrive, immediately use the subspace portal to leave.”

“Also, after the portal, don’t choose to return to the core territories of our Alliance.

I’ve checked the movement patterns of these alien prodigies; they also have the authority to teleport—likely provided by the competition organizers.

I’ve already adjusted my strategy and am organizing forces to begin a counter-campaign from the opposite end of our three hundred galaxies.”

“The Holy Spirit race has various psychic secret arts that can lock onto your aura. Even if you teleport away, they’ll catch up.

I’ve left you several backup portal points. Near each, ‘galaxy-level resources’ have appeared, and they’re still being fiercely contested by multiple factions. You can try your luck there to see if you can shake off the pursuit.”

At this point, Caesar’s voice paused, filled with apology.

“Sorry, Qin Feng, we can’t come to help you.

Right now, the gap in strength between us and these alien prodigies is too vast.

If we come, we won’t help you—we’ll only become your burden.

All we can do now is stay far away from you.”

“No matter.”

Qin Feng’s voice remained calm. “This guy’s strength is already infinitely close to the galaxy level. Anyone who comes would be walking to their death. You all take care of yourselves.”

“It’s just a pity that this time, the Machine Soul Core is completely out of my reach. That beast is chasing me relentlessly, giving me no chance to breathe.”

Qin Feng glanced at the star chart Caesar had plotted for him, memorized the route, and then poured all his focus back into his frantic escape.

To say he wasn’t angry would be a lie.

Originally, everything had been going according to plan.

If he had methodically killed the Machine race and obtained the Machine Soul Core, his strength would have skyrocketed at a terrifying pace.

But then, this freak had appeared out of nowhere!

Now, forget about boosting his power—just surviving would cost him at least thirty precious years!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Qin Feng’s current position was in the outer region of the spiral arm where Galaxy 121 was located.

The “field stabilization device” Caesar had reserved for him lay beyond the entire galaxy, in the vast, dead cosmic void.

“In my current state, pushing my mental power and life force to the absolute limit, my speed while crossing the void with my physical body can reach about 102,792,458 meters per second—roughly one-third the speed of light.

To truly break the light-speed barrier, I’d need to become a black-hole-level warrior.”

“The straight-line distance from here to that device is about ten light-years.

It will take at least thirty years to get there.”

“Without subspace travel, the universe is far too deep, far too despairing…”

Only at this moment did Qin Feng truly realize how difficult humanity’s existence would be without the “Subspace Pure Land” opened by the Emperor.

Even for someone like him, a veteran strongman at the stellar level, spending thirty whole years traveling nonstop without rest could only cover a mere ten light-years…

And ten light-years, on the cosmic scale, was merely the gravitational range of a few medium-sized star systems.

An ordinary spiral galaxy had a diameter of at least a hundred thousand light-years!

If Qin Feng tried to cross from one end of a galaxy to the other with his physical body, even without any accidents, it would take him a full three hundred thousand years!

And all of this, through subspace travel, was just an instant.

…

In that dead, cold, deep cosmic void, a chase that had lasted a full thirty years continued.

“Weakling!”

“Coward!”

“All you know is running! Don’t you even have the courage to face me head-on?!”

Behind him, the roar of Yan Sheng of the Holy Spirit Fire Tribe clung like a bone-deep worm, never ceasing.

Its psychic fluctuations, full of brutality and madness, constantly battered Qin Feng’s mind, trying to break his resolve and expose a flaw.

But Qin Feng ignored it completely, paying no heed to Yan Sheng’s clumsy verbal taunts, pouring all his mind into his desperate flight.

He was like a slippery fish, or a seasoned rat, always using the complex gravitational fields around him at the most critical moments to brush past the deadly pursuit.

But the absolute gap in strength was ultimately an insurmountable chasm.

A few years later, in a chaotic asteroid belt, Qin Feng was finally caught by Yan Sheng due to a minor miscalculation.

After a brief, fierce clash, he sacrificed an arm to endure a strike from Yan Sheng’s Flame Holy Sword, using the explosive force to escape once more.

Ten years later, Qin Feng had been caught more than ten times.

Each time, he was severely wounded in the clash, his body almost completely broken.

But he always relied on the nearly perverse regenerative power of the *Ten Complete Hands* to forcibly sustain his life, repair his injuries, and continue fleeing.

Time flowed like water, years slipped by like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, thirty years had quietly passed in this long, despairing chase.

In those thirty years, Yan Sheng had caught up to Qin Feng hundreds of times, and he had suffered severe injuries over a hundred times.

The worst time, his *Indestructible Tower*, which spanned seven hundred thousand light-years, was nearly shattered by Yan Sheng’s overbearing golden flames.

But he still held on, relying on an unimaginably tenacious will.

“The *Ten Complete Hands*… thank heavens for this cultivation method.”

Deep within the core of a barren planet, Qin Feng, while circulating the Ten Complete Hands to repair a terrifying wound that had just been pierced through his body, uttered a heartfelt sigh.

These thirty years of life-and-death flight were an unprecedented ordeal for him, but also a unique, extreme form of cultivation.

Every time, he pushed his potential to the brink of death; every time, he continuously operated the Ten Complete Hands to repair himself under extreme conditions.

This high-intensity application brought his understanding of this supreme nurturing method to an unprecedented new height.

In his attribute panel, the number representing the progress of the technique quietly changed.

The Ten Perfect Hands (Entry Level)

Proficiency: 40/100

Upon the status panel, the number representing his proficiency had merely advanced by ten points.

Yet, in truth, behind this trivial shift lay three decades of dancing upon the precipice of life and death, during which Qin Feng had wielded and contemplated this internal technique—from theory to practice, from the grand cosmic scale to the microscopic realm—time and time again.

He had come to master a vast treasury of knowledge, truths that had remained utterly incomprehensible to him during his previous days of tranquil cultivation.

The spatial lattice stabilization device left behind by Caesar was now within arm's reach, its coordinates close at hand.

Even so, Qin Feng did not rashly make for it at the first opportunity.

With deliberate intent, he led Yan Sheng, who was hot on his heels, in several wide, sweeping circles across this sector of space.

Finally, he purposely exposed a flaw, allowing Yan Sheng to once more close the distance between them.

The moment their blades clashed anew and a fierce battle erupted, the tempestuous shockwaves of energy utterly throwing the surrounding spiritual-psionic field into chaos, Qin Feng enacted the smokescreen stratagem he had learned from that cybernetic lifeform.

Without a shred of hesitation, he detonated the massive gas giant beneath his very feet.

Boom!

The terrifying explosion conjured a sprawling domain of intense psychic interference that blanketed the void in a single, fleeting instant.

Now was the moment.

Slipping through the brief cover of chaos like a phantom, Qin Feng transformed into a streak of silver light, crossing the void at maximum speed toward the pre-determined coordinates of the stabilized field.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The instant his figure crossed into the perimeter shielded by the stabilization device, he immediately triggered the mechanism, initiating a subspace transit.

A blinding white light flared, and ripples of space cascaded outward like water. Qin Feng's form vanished entirely, finally escaping the star system where he had been hunted for thirty long years.

"You bastard!"

From far behind came Yan Sheng's exasperated, fury-choked roar, echoing through the void.

In a fit of wild rage, a single slash of his blade reduced the precious device Caesar had left behind into nothing more than cosmic dust.

His wrath spent, Yan Sheng's body, cloaked in burning golden flames, drifted slowly in the vacuum.

His golden eyes narrowed slightly, as though he were sensing something.

Within his perception, a faint, hidden mark of a spiritual tracking technique—one he had quietly planted deep within Qin Feng's soul—was now traversing an unimaginable gulf of distance at an absolutely terrifying velocity.

"To kill you, or not to kill you..."

Yan Sheng muttered under his breath.

"The fellow has not even made it onto the combat ranking board yet. Killing Qin Feng now yields me no points whatsoever. If my points are lacking when this genius tournament concludes, the moment I step outside, that old relic, King Jiuling, will refine me alive anyway..."

"Heh... interesting. He actually transported himself directly to a galaxy-level opportunity zone."

A cruel smile suddenly tugged at the corner of Yan Sheng's mouth.

"If that is the case, I shall let you breathe a little longer."

"Once you manage to claw your way into the top one hundred of the combat rankings, I will come to claim your life with my own hands."

With those words, a tournament jade token, nearly identical in style to Qin Feng's, materialized out of thin air within Yan Sheng's grasp.

He channeled his energy into the token, briefly securing the authority to utilize the human race's subspace transport network.

Naturally, this privilege was strictly confined to the boundaries of the grand war zone, and was heavily monitored by King Jiuling, the chief arbiter of this tournament circuit.

Light flickered, and as the ripples of space swelled, Yan Sheng's figure dissolved from the spot.

...

Elsewhere.

Following a dizzying, disorienting transit across an immense distance, Qin Feng materialized within a bizarre and magnificent sector of space.

The moment he stabilized his footing, the vista before him struck his soul with absolute awe.

Floating in the distance was a blood-red eyeball, so utterly colossal that language failed to capture its scale.

The diameter of this eye spanned at least one hundred thousand light-years, its magnitude rivaling a standard spiral galaxy of the physical universe.

The sclera was webbed with fierce, thick veins of crimson, while the pupil was a bottomless abyss of pitch-black darkness, seemingly capable of devouring all light.

Had anyone afflicted with megalophobia cast even a single glance from afar, their mind would likely have collapsed on the spot from sheer terror.

Surrounding this gargantuan eyeball was a vast, boundless void devoid of any stars, resembling a minor cosmic void zone.

Galaxy-Level Resource Site: Eyeball of the Tzeentch Chosen.

This eyeball is a relic left behind by a fallen Chosen of Tzeentch.

The chaotic corruption contained within has been entirely purged by a supreme powerhouse of the human race, a Master of the Universe.

The eyeball contains a sea of pure, harmless spiritual energy resources, which participants may directly absorb.

...

Reading the description of the region displayed upon his tournament jade token, a surge of joy rose in Qin Feng's heart.

He had initially assumed this place would be like the Tzeentch Archive he had visited before—a pure welfare resource site requiring no contention and free of slaughter.

However, he quickly realized he was mistaken.

Grievously mistaken.

Grounded around the massive eyeball were millions of martial artists, gathered in dense, swarming throngs.

Among them, a vast multitude of rogue independent cultivators were locked in bitter, fratricidal combat, fighting tooth and nail to seize the prime positions for absorption.

Furthermore, an overwhelming tide of mechanical constructs blotted out the stars. Everywhere one looked, there were menacing interstellar dreadnoughts, orbital defense cannons crackling with eerie blue electricity, and planet-killer artillery with muzzles wide enough to swallow a world whole.

Incalculable mechanical soldiers surged back and forth between these engines of war, mercilessly slaughtering any isolated martial artists they encountered.

Yet, even when faced with such a staggering threat from the Machine Race, those independent martial artists showed not the slightest inclination to unite against their common foe.

Instead, they fought entirely for themselves, frantically operating their cultivation techniques to devour the boundless, ocean-like resources of the area.

Massive vortexes of telekinetic force, forged from pure silver-white spiritual energy, hovered above the heads of the warriors, flowing continuously into their bodies.

Should any surrounding martial artist notice someone absorbing the energy too quickly, jealousy would instantly flare, and they would strike without hesitation to disrupt the process, or even deliver a fatal blow.

Qin Feng understood the underlying truth in an instant.

The spiritual energy resources here were finite.

The cake was only so large.

If one martial artist absorbed more, the others would inevitably receive less.

In the face of such naked, unadulterated conflict of interest, any notion of the "greater good" was utterly worthless.

In fact, many independent martial artists, upon seeing the Machine Race armies besieging their fellow cultivators, would not only refuse to lend a hand,

but would immediately utilize subspace transport to shift their positions away from the battlefield, gloatingly absorbing the spiritual energy from a safe distance.

What surprised Qin Feng even more was that those mechanical constructs, which appeared to be launching indiscriminate attacks, were actually drawing in the harmless spiritual energy of this place in an extraordinarily efficient and continuous manner.

Ultimately, through some peculiar and secret method, the absorbed spiritual energy was being funneled back to the true cybernetic lifeform hiding somewhere within the shadows.

According to Qin Feng's observations and calculations, within at most a few more years, this galaxy-sized giant eyeball region would be completely occupied by those mechanical clans.

By then, this precious galaxy-level resource point would be as good as lost.

"If that mechanical lifeform hiding in the shadows manages to absorb all the mental energy of this eyeball... its power might instantly skyrocket to half-step galaxy-level, or even true galaxy-level!"

Qin Feng's heart sank involuntarily.

He casually browsed the private domain forum of the great war zone and discovered that, due to the selfishness and infighting of rogue martial artists, as many as three galaxy-level resource points had already been fully occupied by the mechanical clans and lost.

"These rogue martial artists... their actions are indeed selfish to the extreme."

"Still, it's understandable.

Most of them had their homes destroyed by other powerful galaxy alliances during the previous alliance war and barely survived.

Toward the so-called 'galaxy alliances' and 'the greater good,' they've long harbored a spiteful, wrecking-ball mentality.

That's only natural."

"Now, the surviving large galaxy alliances are all busy cleaning up the mechanical clans within their own territories, too preoccupied to help.

Instead, these rogue martial artists have taken advantage of this gap to rise in prominence."

Qin Feng recalled that when he last checked the power rankings, he had seen many unfamiliar names without alliance affiliations surging upward.

Thinking back, it was probably because, with the mechanical clans' arrival, the major alliances were tied down, and these rogue martial artists seized the chance to grab large amounts of uncontested galaxy-level resources.

After all, the total energy contained in a single galaxy-level resource point far exceeds that of scattered, individual machine-soul cores.

Of course, there were also cases like Qin Feng—leaders of galaxy alliances—appearing at such resource points.

But that mostly happened in the early days of the mechanical clan upheaval.

Now, the tournament had already reached its eight hundred and fortieth year.

Once the alliance leaders realized the terrifying growth capability of the mechanical clans, they had mostly returned to their own territories to take charge, lest their alliances be completely devoured by the endless mechanical hordes.

But these rogue martial artists couldn't care less.

They even wished the mechanical clans would take over the entire war zone, eliminating everyone from the competition.

That way, they wouldn't lose out.

In this chaotic and vast star domain, Qin Feng's arrival drew little attention.

After all, the number of martial artists gathered around this giant eyeball was simply too great.

Millions of star-level powerhouses, like specks of dust scattered across the sea of stars—each person's coming and going seemed utterly insignificant.

Yet, a strange phenomenon quietly occurred.

Those mechanical construct armies, which had been rampaging like mad dogs, attacking and slaughtering lone martial artists throughout the region, upon sensing Qin Feng's unique and powerful aura, all spontaneously veered away from his vicinity.

It was as if a special command—"Do not attack this target"—had been written into their underlying directives.

Qin Feng did not immediately throw himself into the chaotic resource struggle. Instead, he first found a relatively secluded corner and concealed his presence.

Then, through the subspace network's friend channel, he sent a message to Caesar, who was billions of light-years away.

"Caesar, I've successfully escaped the pursuit.

But I can clearly sense that a very hidden secret tracking mark was left by that Holy Spirit Flame Clan member named Yan Sheng.

Fortunately, he hasn't continued chasing me for now."

The moment the message was sent, Caesar's reply came instantly.

"That's good."

Caesar's voice carried a hint of relief.

"My earlier speculation was correct.

The primary goal of those myriad-race prodigies is to hunt down the top hundred on our human power rankings.

Your name has long been removed from the top hundred, so he won't waste much time on you for now.

He only marked you, treating you as a future 'backup prey.'"

"I reckon that once you make it onto the rankings again, that guy will immediately track you down via the mark.

How are things now? Are you safe?"

"I'm currently at a galaxy-level resource point.

The resources here are extremely abundant, but also extremely chaotic."

Qin Feng briefly described his surroundings, then asked, "How's the situation on the alliance front? Do I need to rush back to support?"

"Not for now."

Caesar's reply was decisive and firm.

"Stay there and focus on seizing galaxy-level resources.

But one thing you must absolutely remember!

Do not engage in battle with other martial artists!

Once you strike, your ranking on the power list will skyrocket.

If your rank enters the top hundred, that Yan Sheng will definitely come for you immediately!"

Caesar's tone became unprecedentedly serious.

"I don't want to see you eliminated."

"Don't worry."

Qin Feng replied with two words, then closed the subspace network.

He raised his head and turned his gaze back to the battlefield of countless martial artists before him.

"Kill—!"

"Are you trying to die by absorbing so much mental energy?! You've drained the concentration here! Die!"

"You dare ambush me?!"

"Killing you is the point! If you don't want to die, get the hell away!"

"..."

"Damn it! Why are these blasted mechanical clans targeting me?! Is there any brave soul willing to help me?!

If you get me out of this, I'll form an alliance with you immediately!

After that, we'll join forces against the other martial artists!"

"I'll ally with you!"

A martial artist who had just arrived from a respawn point, still in the "hunting period," shouted and flew toward the besieged fighter.

Yet, the moment he drew near, pretending to join forces against the mechanical clans, he suddenly turned hostile!

He and the surrounding mechanical army formed a bizarre, tacit understanding, instantly completing the encirclement!

In the end, amid the despairing screams of that martial artist, they cut him down!

Having successfully escaped the penalty of the "Hunting Period," the sneaker felt not a shred of guilt; instead, with triumphant elation, he swept every last bit of the vast resources dropped by his victim upon death into his own pockets.

Dramas of betrayal, sneak attacks, and thieves robbing thieves like this were playing out every single moment within this chaotic region.

Right at that moment, a battlefield in the far distance suddenly erupted with an incredibly terrifying fluctuation of energy!

A burly man clad in silver armor and wielding a thunderous battle spear charged into a melee composed of dozens of rogue martial artists, like a tiger tearing into a flock of sheep!

With every single swing of the battle spear in his hand, he conjured thousands of thunderbolts!

In a matter of mere breaths, seven or eight planetary-stage martial artists of formidable strength were blasted into dust on the spot by his violent thunder power!

This peerlessly overbearing scene instantly drew the gaze of everyone in the surroundings.

"It's Lei Zhan from the Storm Battle Clan!"

"Hiss—it's actually him! The ruthless figure ranked eighty-eighth on the combat power leaderboard!"

"What powerful strength! Feel his sub-space immortal projection; that divine spear of thunder has already reached a staggering size of two hundred thousand light-years!"

"..."

In an instant, those rogue martial artists who had still been engaged in the melee around Lei Zhan all began to flee this den of trouble without the slightest hesitation, initiating sub-space teleports as if they had seen a ghost, steering far clear of this god of slaughter.

Evidently, everyone knew exactly how strong Lei Zhan was and simply did not dare to provoke him lightly.

Qin Feng merely cast a glance from afar, possessing no intention of making an immediate move to compete for the spotlight.

With a flash of his form, he utilized a short-distance teleport to arrive directly at the absolute core region of this giant eyeball.

This place was where the harmless spiritual energy contained within the entire eyeball reached its highest concentration and greatest overall volume.

Consequently, the number of martial artists gathered here was even larger.

Looking across the expanse, countless massive energy vortexes formed from pure silver-white spiritual energy floated in every single corner of this region like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, being frantically absorbed by martial artists sitting cross-legged one after another.

And those who possessed the qualification to occupy a seat here were, without exception, considered the top powerhouses among those rogue martial artists; the aura of every single one of them was incredibly potent, and the faint immortal projections behind them reached a scale of at least one hundred thousand light-years.

With a flash of light, that very Lei Zhan who had just gone on a killing spree also appeared at this location.

His arrival instantly caused the atmosphere here to freeze.

However, he did not seem to have any intention of continuing a massive slaughter either; he simply found a relatively open area, sat down cross-legged on his own, and began absorbing the spiritual energy here.

A colossal spiritual energy vortex with a diameter exceeding tens of thousands of kilometers quickly condensed into shape above his head.

No one made a move to target Lei Zhan.

Yet everyone obviously did not want to just leave this treasure land where resources were most abundant either, so by unspoken consensus, the crowd scattered across hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Clearly, they all wished to maintain a relatively safe distance from this god of slaughter.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him for the time being, Qin Feng did not bother to continue hiding either.

Decisively, he directly activated the "Ten Perfection Hands," beginning to frantically absorb the spiritual energy here with an unprecedented, incredibly terrifying efficiency!

Swish—

In an instant, a behemoth-level silver-white vortex—one that was several thousand times larger than the energy vortex above Lei Zhan's head and almost covered nearly half of the core region—boomed into the sight of everyone!

If the manner in which the other martial artists absorbed spiritual energy resembled large fish whale-gulping seawater,

then Qin Feng at this moment was like a super black hole appearing out of thin air, capable of devouring everything!

And that unimaginably massive silver-white spiritual energy vortex shrouding nearly half of the core region was his spectacularly grand "accretion disk"!

The entire vortex spun frantically at a speed that made one's scalp tingle!

Seas of spiritual energy, as dense as physical matter, were pulled by an irresistible, terrifying suction into brilliant bands of light, continuously being absorbed and devoured by Qin Feng!

(End of Chapter)