Chapter 264: Final Snatching! Qin Feng Begins a Massacre! Wildly Activating

Chapter 264: The Final Snatch! Qin Feng Goes on a Killing Spree! Wildly Activating the Cosmic Artifact "Balance of Desire"!

Within the subspace, the grotesque, chaotic colors rolled and surged like billions of tons of thick paint, emitting eerie whispers capable of bewitching ordinary beings.

Yet, a golden-red streak of light, like the sharpest blade, precisely tore through this chaotic veil, forcibly carving out a stable passage with an almost brutal demeanor.

As the light faded, Qin Feng's figure stepped out from the twisted folds of space, standing firmly atop a surging river of stars.

This was the 73-74 basin of the Twin River.

The moment he appeared, an indescribable aura of blood and slaughter rushed toward him, so thick it seemed to materialize into blades of steel, scraping against his black hole-level, formidable physique.

The surrounding cosmic void had long been shattered into fragments; countless bottomless spatial fissures, like the gruesome wounds of a colossal beast, madly devoured all matter and energy nearby.

Unlike other beings who suddenly descended and immediately charged toward the [Twin Mask] floating upstream, emitting an alluring glow, Qin Feng chose a moment of stillness.

Stillness, for better insight.

Hum—

His mental power, long since transformed into a golden-red hue, spread like an invisible tide, sweeping across the entire 73-74 basin in an instant.

In this vast battlefield, the auras of all beings, the flow of energy, the collision of laws, and every subtle tremor of space were all laid bare in his perception, ultimately forming an incredibly clear and precise three-dimensional battlefield sand table within his sea of consciousness.

The situation was more dire than imagined.

First, there were the ancient monsters who had settled in the river of time for endless ages.

A full ten of them!

These ten beings varied in form: some were withered old men clad in decaying star armor, surrounded by an aura of death; some were monstrous beasts comparable in size to nebulae, whose every breath stirred tidal waves in the void; others were eerie entities, flickering in and out of existence, seemingly composed of pure shadow.

Without exception, they had all immersed themselves in the realm of black hole-level for at least tens of thousands of years.

Their auras were deep as abysses, condensed to the point of being tangible; every gesture they made drew upon ancient and powerful forces.

The depth and application of this power far surpassed that of "part-time" experts like the Medicine Elder, who had devoted more effort to pharmacology.

The Medicine Elder's fall was more due to his poor combat skills in pharmacology, coupled with Qin Feng's transcendent [Eternal Singularity] foundation and his unexpected killing techniques—he simply couldn't withstand them.

But these ten veteran black hole-level experts before him were all pure warriors who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood; their secret techniques were extremely formidable.

Their strength was no less than the Medicine Elder's, and some were even stronger, with a few among them being top-tier black hole-level beings.

Second, there were the prodigies of Qin Feng's generation, the monstrous talents from various peak clans.

The illustrious names on the Hidden Dragon List had now become the most dazzling and deadly points of light on the battlefield.

Among them, the most radiant was undoubtedly Neil of the Light Clan.

He hovered silently in a corner of the battlefield, radiating a soft and pure holy light, as if standing apart from this bloody arena.

Yet, Qin Feng's mental power could clearly sense the terrifying energy fluctuations lurking beneath that surface of holy light.

Neil's aura was so powerful that it even surpassed most of the ten veteran black hole-level beings, making him an indisputable top-tier expert.

Besides Neil, there were several other Hidden Dragon List prodigies whose strength was not to be underestimated, roughly on par with those veteran black hole-level beings.

Each occupied their own territory, wary of one another, yet all cast greedy glances at the drifting mask.

Finally, there were the most numerous and chaotic ordinary galaxy-level beings.

They were like locusts, densely scattered across every corner of the battlefield. Though individually no match for black hole-level experts, together they formed a massive force capable of disrupting the situation.

Most of them merely harbored a faint hope of luck, trying to fish in troubled waters amid the chaos.

"The situation... is indeed a pot of boiling porridge."

Qin Feng understood in his heart and quickly made a precise assessment of his current strength.

"In terms of killing methods, the black hole-level secret technique [Inch Light] has reached perfection—it is my strongest lethal move, a spear that can threaten any peer."

"In terms of equipment, the Star-Swallowing Spear and the 'Limit' power armor are both black hole-level treasures, combining offense and defense. Coupled with the fully refined [Golden Red Wings], which can reach ten times the speed of light, my mobility is unmatched on this field."

His mind stirred slightly, sensing the many hidden cards within him.

"The Empire's Chief Medal can withstand one fatal attack from any supreme secret technique below the Domain Lord level. This is my greatest life-saving trump card."

"The fragment of the Ancient Luo Bell... this King-Sealed treasure, I know how to activate it, but the consumption is enormous, not to be used lightly except in life-or-death moments. Once used, it will be earth-shattering."

"And the jade talisman given by Senior Brother Fire Roc..."

Qin Feng's consciousness brushed over the jade talisman in his storage unit, a complex sigh rising in his heart. "It can kill any martial artist below the black hole level. When I first got it, I thought it was a supreme treasure. But now... my enemies are all top-tier black hole-level experts. This talisman, once cherished as a life-saving charm, now seems somewhat powerless."

"Senior Brother probably never expected my strength to grow so fast..."

A light sigh was immediately replaced by an unwavering will to fight.

Combining all his trump cards and strength, Qin Feng reached a clear conclusion.

"My current comprehensive combat power should be on the same level as Neil of the Light Clan, firmly standing in the first tier of all black hole-level beings on this battlefield!"

"The only ones who could decisively defeat me are probably those limit black hole-level beings who have spent millions of years in the black hole realm, accumulated endless foundations, yet never managed to knock on the door of the Domain Lord realm."

And such beings, across the entire cosmic multiverse battlefield, are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; they would never appear in the Twin River, where levels are restricted.

With this thought, Qin Feng had no more hesitation in his heart. All caution and assessment instantly transformed into soaring battle intent.

His gaze, like a drawn sword, pierced straight into the core of the most chaotic battlefield.

It was time to join the feast!

...

The rules of the 73-74 basin were cold and cruel.

The waters of the Twin River, carrying the mighty force of time, surged forward without end.

All beings who entered this place were bound by an invisible law: they could only advance, never retreat.

Even a half-step backward would cause the seemingly calm river to instantly transform into the most terrifying guillotine, obliterating both body and soul without leaving a trace.

At this moment, two [Twin Masks] were drifting with this irresistible current, one ahead and one behind, toward the 74th black hole downstream.

If no one seized them before they reached the event horizon of the 74th black hole, they would vanish completely.

When they would reappear in the same basin again was unknown.

This unique rule gave rise to two distinct tactics.

Over seventy percent of the beings chose a relatively safe approach.

They followed the mask upstream, closer to the entrance of the 73rd black hole, at the slowest allowed speed, moving forward gradually.

Everyone regarded this mask as their primary target, engaging in the most brutal struggle here.

They attacked and restrained one another, trying to become the final victor in this chaotic "cart-pushing game."

The remaining thirty percent of beings made a bolder, more aggressive choice.

They abandoned the upstream mask within easy reach, burst forth at maximum speed, turning into streaks of light, and charged downstream without hesitation, targeting the second mask drifting farther away.

Their plan was clear: first, seize the downstream mask with lightning speed, then, with the advantage of speed, set up a net in the path of the upstream beings.

Because the upstream beings could not retreat!

Once the downstream enemies complete their interception deployment, they will have no escape, forced to charge headlong into the blades before them.

This is undoubtedly a desperate situation that places oneself at an absolute disadvantage.

It is a gamble, staking on speed, on efficiency, and above all, on audacity.

Rumble—!

The scramble, interwoven between these two tactics, entered a white-hot phase.

Within the Twin River, blood and fire became the eternal theme.

This stretch of starry river had long transformed into the most primal, most savage arena of slaughter.

Everywhere was the roar of assault, the radiance of secret arts, the withering of life.

Stars dimmed under divine powers, the void wailed in collisions.

Massive corpses, stripped of life’s luster, tumbled and drifted like discarded interstellar debris in the blood-colored waters.

There were giant beasts with shattered scales, their eyes still clinging to a final trace of defiance;

There were alien races with broken bodies, fragments of divine weapons still clenched in their hands.

This was a vast and domineering tableau, painted with the blood and bones of billions of living beings, depicting the deepest darkness and cruelty of the cosmos.

The Great Dao shattered here, laws reorganized here, and in every instant, countless beings fell—their paths, their methods, every trace of their existence became part of this bloody river, rushing toward an unknown end.

The starry river crumbled, ten thousand ages turned to void!

In the midst of this boiling battlefield, Qin Feng’s figure, like a meteor plunging into molten lava, fiercely joined the scramble for the [Twin Mask] upstream.

He had arrived!

...

The core of the battlefield where the upstream mask lay was already the eye of the storm.

Tens of thousands of galaxy-level beings fell swiftly.

On this battlefield, they were the cheapest consumables.

The true contest belonged to those standing at the pyramid’s apex.

Neil of the Light Clan radiated holy light, transforming into billions of light swords; with every sweep, he precisely pierced the brows of dozens of galaxy-level beings.

He was like a walking god of light, elegant and lethal—any who dared approach him were instantly purified into primal light particles.

Tark of the Golden Armored Giant Clan was an entirely different sight.

He manifested a ten-thousand-zhang true form, his colossal body forged from countless compressed stars, brimming with explosive power.

Every move he made was unadorned, a terrifying top-tier secret art combining spirit and life force.

A single claw strike caused vast collapses in space!

Several battle formations of galaxy-level beings, along with all life within them, were instantly crushed into cosmic dust.

Shui Mo of the Water Tribe shifted between reality and illusion, as if merging with the entire Twin River.

He commanded formless water, sometimes turning it into an indestructible water blade, sometimes into a pliable cage, always appearing at the most critical moment in the most critical position—either deflecting fatal attacks or blocking enemies on the verge of success.

And those veteran black hole-level experts each displayed their prowess, unleashing the full extent of knowledge and secret arts honed over tens of thousands of years.

They fought in a chaotic melee, forming a delicate balance around the Twin Mask that emitted a dreamlike luster.

No one could suppress the others in a short time and truly claim the mask.

In the midst of this chaotic battlefield, the intrusion of a single figure instantly shattered the existing balance.

“Qin Feng!”

A roar filled with boundless venom and murderous intent echoed through the void.

Yeluo, son of the Stone Emperor, his robust body composed of purple-black obsidian, suddenly erupted with overwhelming killing aura.

In his eyes burned the flames of vengeance, locked firmly onto Qin Feng, who had just joined the battle.

Yeluo had been stunned by Qin Feng’s unfathomable growth rate.

At this moment, he could clearly sense that the aura on Qin Feng had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.

It was the aura of the same rank! The aura of the black hole level!

In just over two thousand years, from a galaxy-level being who had to look up to him, he had leaped to become a black hole-level existence on equal footing!

This speed was too fast.

Moreover, there was a deep-seated hatred—he had once snatched the Bodhi Flower from him.

This child must not be allowed to live!

“Kill!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Yeluo’s massive body shuddered violently, and the surrounding space seemed imbued with infinite mass, instantly becoming viscous and heavy.

Domain!

He threw a punch—no radiance, no sound—only a pure, all-suppressing “heavy fist” pressing down toward Qin Feng’s head.

“Heavy Nucleus Domain—”

“Heavy Fist!!”

This was the Stone Clan’s inherited secret art, capable of instantly compressing a planet into a singularity, with boundless power.

Yet, facing this blow that could slay an ordinary veteran black hole-level expert, Qin Feng’s face showed not a trace of gravity.

His eyes were as calm as an ancient well of ten thousand years.

Qin Feng gripped the Star-Swallowing Spear, unleashing an incredibly fearsome radiance.

He held the spear, thrust forward.

Hum!

The tip of the Star-Swallowing Spear lit up with an extreme, piercing cold gleam.

Within that gleam seemed to contain the supreme power of an eternal singularity—heavy, condensed, as if the mass of an entire universe was compressed upon it.

Momentum and force, immense!

At the same time, the perfected secret art [Inch Light] was silently activated.

That power, condensed to its utmost, was compressed into an invisible thread, ignoring the distance of space, arriving after the fact but before the blow, precisely meeting Yeluo’s descending fist.

Yeluo’s fist, enough to crush the void, was as fragile as paper before that thread, easily pierced through.

“What?!”

Yeluo’s pupils contracted to their utmost in an instant. A deathly crisis from the depths of his soul, like icy tides, flooded all his thoughts.

He watched helplessly as that thread, containing supreme sharpness and heavy force, pierced his fist, tore through his arm, and then, without pause, aimed straight for his brow!

Too fast!

Too strong!

This spear had completely surpassed his understanding.

The power contained within it far surpassed his own! Though the secret art’s subtlety fell short of the Stone Emperor’s legacy, Qin Feng’s mastery of it was so profound that this technique had reached perfection!

“No!”

At the brink of life and death, Ye Luo unleashed every ounce of his potential.

He madly burned his mental energy, and at his brow, a shadow of an ancient stone shield abruptly materialized.

Clang!!!

A crisp sound of metal clashing rang across the entire battlefield.

That inch-long light, capable of piercing anything, was finally blocked by the stone shield’s shadow.

Ye Luo’s body, struck like a star hurtling at high speed, flew back in disarray, smashing through countless corpses of galaxy-level beings along the way before barely stabilizing.

He lifted his head, gazing at Qin Feng, who still stood spear in hand, unmoving, his eyes filled with unprecedented terror.

Ye Luo’s right arm, from fist to shoulder, had vanished entirely, leaving only a cut as smooth as a mirror.

Had it not been for the [Imperial Extreme Shield], a peak Black Hole-level treasure personally bestowed by the Stone Emperor, which activated on its own at the final moment, he would now be nothing but a cold corpse.

One spear strike!

With just one strike, he had nearly fallen!

How could this be?!

The entire clamorous battlefield fell into a moment of silence because of this astonishing spear strike.

All the powerful beings locked in combat—whether veteran Black Hole-level experts or the proud geniuses of the Hidden Dragon List—turned their gazes toward this area, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

Ye Luo, son of the Stone Emperor, though not top-ranked on the Hidden Dragon List, was, with his noble bloodline and formidable physique, a tough nut to crack among Black Hole-level fighters.

Yet, such a renowned prodigy, in a single encounter, was nearly pinned dead in the void by an unknown human!

“Qin Feng?”

In the eyes of Neil of the Light Clan, holy light rippled faintly, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared.

“Such terrifying physical strength, such condensed use of mental power… that spear strike was a perfected secret art, the domain unleashed at will.”

A withered, veteran Black Hole-level powerhouse commented in a hoarse voice.

“His foundation… his foundation is strange! His ‘quality’ far surpasses ours!”

The golden-armored beast Tark rumbled, his golden pupils flashing with vigilance: “His physique is no less than mine! And his mental power is gold-red—this is the top genius of humanity!”

Everyone’s gaze focused on the Devouring Star Spear in Qin Feng’s hand.

“A Heaven-Evolving Weapon! It’s a Black Hole-level Heaven-Evolving Weapon!”

Finally, someone recognized the spear’s origin and cried out in shock.

In an instant, the eyes of every genius present changed.

It was an undisguisable greed.

A Heaven-Evolving Weapon, a supreme treasure that could grow alongside its master, was worth far more than any standard equipment of the same rank.

A Black Hole-level Heaven-Evolving Weapon held a temptation enough to drive any genius mad.

“The hostile genius chosen by the universe’s will… lives up to his reputation.”

Shui Mo’s figure emerged from the distant currents, his tone grave. “It seems he truly has the qualifications, even a great chance, to seize the [Twin Masks].”

This thought spread through the minds of all the geniuses.

They all knew that the opportunity of the Twin River was a once-in-ten-thousand-years event.

Two masks appearing simultaneously gave them a chance to claim them.

And according to the ancient rules of the Twin River, the window for this opportunity was only ten years!

If no one could take the masks within ten years, they would vanish.

Time waits for no one!

Qin Feng’s forceful entry had thoroughly stirred the murky waters, igniting an unprecedented urgency in everyone’s hearts.

“Kill!”

After the brief silence came an even more frenzied eruption!

“Don’t let him get the mask!”

“Seize it first, then talk!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

All kinds of formations bloomed like brilliant fireworks in the void.

Hundreds of thousands of offensive secret arts wove into a net of death covering the entire river basin.

Precious Black Hole-level treasures were unleashed without hesitation by their owners, bursting with dazzling radiance.

Everyone’s goal was only one—the [Twin Masks]!

The battle had fully entered a mad, death-or-glory phase.

Just then, the severely wounded Ye Luo flashed a look of resolve in his eyes.

He suddenly burned his origin, his speed surging, and while everyone was distracted by Qin Feng, he flashed forward and grabbed the floating [Twin Mask]!

“It’s mine!”

Ye Luo rejoiced.

But before he could celebrate, a golden claw tore through the void, carrying immense force, and slammed heavily onto his back.

Pfft!

Ye Luo, struck as if by lightning, spat out a mouthful of divine blood, and the mask flew from his hand.

The golden-armored beast Tark snatched the mask and sneered, “Son of the Stone Emperor, is this all you’ve got?”

Before his words faded, billions of light swords shot from all directions, sealing off every escape route.

Neil of the Light Clan appeared silently before him and said softly, “Tark, this item is not meant for you.”

Amid the interplay of light and shadow, the mask changed hands again, falling into Neil’s grasp.

But immediately, a veteran Black Hole-level expert emerged sinisterly from the void, a poisoned bone blade silently thrusting toward Neil’s back, forcing him to abandon the mask and retreat.

The Twin Mask, like a hot potato, changed owners seven or eight times in just over ten seconds.

Each transfer was accompanied by heart-stopping attacks and bloody slaughter.

It was there, seemingly within reach, yet forever distant.

At the very center of this chaotic vortex, Qin Feng, who had been watching coldly, finally moved. He did not choose to intercept any mask holder but instead poured all his power into the Devouring Star Spear in his hand.

“Humm—!”

The spear’s shaft emitted a hum that shook the universe.

It was not a sound, but a resonance originating from the spiritual level.

The might of the Black Hole-level Heaven-Evolving Weapon was, at this moment, driven to its absolute limit by Qin Feng without reservation!

The tip of the Star-Swallowing Spear was no longer a condensed point of light, but had transformed into a miniature, spinning black hole.

That black hole radiated an infinite suction, not devouring matter, but devouring mental energy, devouring spiritual power, devouring everything!

“It actually works!”

“By relying on the Heaven-Evolution Weapon’s property of devouring all alloys, combined with the core essence of the Heaven-Swallowing Fist Art, the domineering force of Heaven-Opening, and various mental energy manipulations from secret arts, I can indeed master a power that devours all.”

“But it only lasts an instant! My self-created secret art is still too crude.”

Qin Feng thrust out his spear, condensing his life’s work, merging the intent of Heaven-Swallowing with the properties of the Heaven-Evolution Weapon!

All the attacks aimed at the mask around him—whether Nier’s light sword, Taker’s immense strength, or the torrents of secret arts from other experts—as they neared that region, twisted and deflected in eerie ways, ultimately devoured entirely by that miniature black hole, without stirring a single ripple.

One spear thrust, and ten thousand laws fell silent!

Every expert locked in fierce combat felt their attacks vanish like a stone dropped into the sea, losing control in an instant, their faces revealing shock.

In that very moment!

Qin Feng’s figure moved.

【Crimson Gold Wings】flapped violently, unleashing an extreme burst at ten times the speed of light, transforming him into a golden-red streak imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly crossing the distance of space to appear before the 【Twin Mask】, which now floated quietly, having lost all attack targets.

He reached out and steadily grasped that cold, blue-white mask, brimming with infinite mysteries, in his hand.

“Got it!”

Qin Feng’s heart settled, with no pause or boast.

Under the complex gazes of all the surrounding experts—mixed with shock, rage, and greed—the 【Crimson Gold Wings】 behind him erupted once more, and his entire form became a golden lightning bolt tearing through heaven and earth, racing downstream without looking back!

The first mask, secured!

And his target was the second!

……

“Don’t let him escape!”

“Stop him! Human Qin Feng has taken a mask!”

“Kill!”

The earth-shaking roars nearly overturned the entire riverbed of the Twin River.

In an instant, the dozens of Black Hole-level beings who had been attacking each other moments before—including Nier of the Light Clan—turned all their attacks with uncanny coordination, pouring the terrifying torrent capable of tearing apart galaxies onto the golden streak racing downstream.

The cosmic void wailed, the waters of the Twin River evaporated under endless divine abilities and secret arts, exposing the pitch-black, empty riverbed below.

Space here was utterly disrupted, turning into the most violent chaotic currents.

Each attack contained the lifelong Dao fruits of monsters who had immersed themselves in the Black Hole level for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, their power enough to extinguish a star in an instant.

Yet, facing this world-destroying siege, Qin Feng’s figure was like a golden lightning bolt weaving through a storm, not retreating but advancing, his speed soaring to the extreme.

He held the Twin Mask, its cold touch seeming to connect with his soul, transmitting a sense of urgency through the unseen.

He knew well that he had become the target of all.

If it were one-on-one, given enough time, he had absolute confidence to hunt down and kill any Black Hole-level being present, even an anomaly like Nier, who ranked high on the Hidden Dragon List.

Such was the absolute confidence brought by the 【Eternal Singularity】 Dao foundation.

But now, this was a battlefield!

It was the ultimate arena where no one-on-one combat was allowed!

The fury of dozens of peers at the same level could incinerate any individual to ash in an instant.

“Limit!”

Qin Feng roared in his heart, and the dark-gold power armor 【Limit】 on his body erupted with unprecedented light, intricate arrays lighting up to construct a nearly tangible energy shield.

At the same time, each flap of the 【Crimson Gold Wings】 behind him seemed to cut through space, carrying him in unbelievable short-range spatial leaps, forcing a thread of life through the impenetrable net of attacks.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The energy shield blazed to its peak, then flickered and dimmed under the endless barrage.

Even though 【Limit】 had ascended to a Black Hole-level secret treasure, it could not withstand such terrifying concentrated fire; fine cracks began to appear on the armor.

A trickle of golden-red divine blood seeped from the corner of Qin Feng’s mouth, his internal organs churning from the violent tremors.

But the killing intent in his eyes burned even fiercer, like two blazing blood-red suns.

He chose not to tangle with these experts; his only goal was to charge downstream and seize the second Twin Mask!

Just as Qin Feng’s figure was about to break through the upstream blockade and burst into the downstream battlefield, in that downstream region, equally soaked in blood, beings who had long prepared launched their ambush.

The downstream battlefield was equally brutal, with no fewer experts than upstream.

The Mechanical Clan’s “Wild” was driving his steel colossus composed of billions of components, locked in a mad slaughter with the Crystal Clan’s “Black Jade,” the Necromancer Clan’s “Death Knell,” the Zerg warrior “Poison Bee,” and dozens of veteran Black Hole-level experts, all vying for the second mask bobbing in the river.

When they saw the golden light from upstream carrying a mask, crashing down like a meteor, everyone temporarily halted their attacks.

“Here it comes!”

A cold gleam flashed in the electronic eyes of the Mechanical Clan’s Wild, composed of data streams.

“Activate!”

The Crystal Clan’s Black Jade let out a low shout.

In an instant, centered on the boundary between the upstream and downstream reaches, a vast net woven from countless law chains and energy circuits materialized out of thin air.

On one side was the mechanical domain laid by Wild, with billions of nanobots forming chains to seal space;

On the other side was the crystal wall great array condensed by Black Jade, with countless hexagonal crystals forming out of nothing, refracting the light of annihilation to construct a deadly prison.

Two completely different yet perfectly coordinated formations were triggered the moment Qin Feng entered!

Rumble—

Qin Feng felt the scene before him shift, as if he had suddenly fallen from a rushing river into a solidified amber.

He felt like a deity who had offended the heavenly laws, with endless judgment forces crushing him from all directions, intent on grinding his body, spirit, and even his Dao foundation into cosmic dust.

Every inch of space was filled with the power of cutting and decomposition, every beam of light carried the will of purification and annihilation.

“How dare you!”

Qin Feng’s eyes bulged, shock and fury mingling in his heart.

He had anticipated an ambush downstream, but he never expected such ruthless methods—a killing formation of this caliber. This was no mere obstruction; it was a resolve to kill!

At this critical moment of life and death, he held nothing back.

“Open for me!”

A roar exploded from his chest, and his golden-red mental energy surged out without reserve, turning into a tangible raging tide, slamming fiercely into the cage sealing heaven and earth!

He did not analyze the formation’s weak points, nor did he seek a path of life; against an ambush of this level, any trickery was futile.

What he chose was the most domineering and direct method—breaking the law with raw power!

With the enhancement of 【Eternal Singularity】, the quality of his mental energy had already surpassed all beings present, reaching an inconceivable height.

That golden-red light was utterly terrifying!

Sizzle—

Like boiling oil striking ice, when Qin Feng's golden-red psychic tide clashed with the crystal wall formation and mechanical domain, a grating, corrosive sound erupted.

The law chains composing the formation, before this psychic force, melted away inch by inch like common iron, and those crystals shimmering with the light of annihilation began to show spiderweb cracks.

He pushed the speed of his 【Crimson Gold Wings】 to its limit, using himself as a spearhead, stubbornly ramming through the infinite onslaught of killing power, forcing a path in the cage about to close!

In the distance, Black Jade and Wild, who were controlling the formation, simultaneously felt a violent backlash from its core.

"What?!"

"He's resisting head-on?!"

For the first time, Black Jade's face, made of perfect crystal, showed an expression of disbelief.

The "Heavenly Crystal Net" he and Wild had laid together, he was confident that even a powerhouse of Neil's level, if trapped, would be held for at least a few breaths, or even severely wounded.

But now, from the moment the formation triggered to the signs of collapse, less than half a breath had passed!

In the next instant, before the stunned gazes of all living beings, the terrifying formation, capable of shredding ordinary black hole-level beings, let out a groan of unbearable strain and exploded with a bang!

Amid the flying crystal shards and mechanical wreckage, a figure shot into the sky.

The 【Limit】 power armor on his body had shattered inch by inch, peeling off in countless dark gold fragments, revealing the powerful flesh beneath, flowing with golden divine radiance.

Only the 【Crimson Gold Wings】 on his back still blazed with immortal golden light.

The formation was broken!

In the most brutal and unreasonable way, it was torn apart in an instant!

"This... how is this possible?!"

Black Jade's mind shook violently, a chill rising from the depths of his soul.

Before he could recover from the shock, a deadly sense of crisis that chilled him to the bone enveloped him completely.

He saw Qin Feng, who had broken out of the formation, his eyes burning with blood-colored flames, fixed firmly on him!

"Lightning Flash!"

Without any superfluous words, Qin Feng struck in fury.

In that instant, Black Jade felt the world before him lose all color and matter, dragged into a boundless pure black domain.

In this domain, there was no time, no space, only a single, supremely dazzling light, coming from a distant yet close unknown place, heading straight for the vital point between his brows!

It was the ultimate strike, condensing Qin Feng's entire Dao fruit and endless killing intent—a perfected black hole-level secret technique!

"Not good!"

Black Jade's soul fled in terror.

From that single ray of light, he felt a fear rooted deep in his bloodline.

It was the aura of a natural enemy! The black spear in Qin Feng's hand seemed to be the ultimate bane of his crystal race!

The Heaven-Evolving Weapon devoured all special matter, and against a race like the crystals, which depended on their unique crystalline structure for existence, it had a natural, almost crushing advantage!

Coupled with the terrifying property of 【Lightning Flash】 itself—ignoring defense and targeting the origin—this strike was lethal!

"Heavenly Crystal Ruler!"

At the brink of life and death, Black Jade unleashed all his potential, letting out a shrill roar.

A jade ruler, made entirely of black jade crystal and inscribed with billions of defensive runes, instantly materialized before his brow, erupting with ten-thousand-foot radiance, trying to block the fatal blow.

Clang—!

A crisp sound, yet one that seemed to shatter the soul, echoed in the hearts of all living beings.

Lightning Flash and the Heavenly Crystal Ruler collided fiercely.

Black Jade felt an irresistible, terrifying force transmitted through the secret treasure; on his black hole-level defensive artifact, the "Heavenly Crystal Ruler," a deep white mark appeared visibly, nearly pierced through!

He himself was struck like a thunderbolt, blasted far away, and the crystal structure within his body showed signs of collapse under this single blow.

One strike, just one strike, had severely wounded him, a renowned defensive prodigy on the Hidden Dragon List, nearly killing him!

Black Jade's eyes were filled with unprecedented shock and fear.

He glanced at Qin Feng, standing with spear in hand like a demon god, and no longer dared any thought of contention. Without hesitation, he turned and fled, turning into a streak of light, heading far away along the Twin River, even abandoning the Twin Mask that was right before him!

Qin Feng forced Black Jade back with one spear thrust and did not pursue.

His target at this moment was the Twin Mask, not to slay a specific enemy.

Qin Feng swept his gaze around; wherever his killing-intent-filled eyes passed, whether it was long-established veteran black hole-levels or unruly Hidden Dragon List prodigies, all felt a tremor in their hearts and instinctively avoided his gaze.

A tiger among sheep!

At this moment, Qin Feng was like a primeval tiger charging into a flock of sheep—slay gods when gods block, slay Buddhas when Buddhas block!

He had completely gone berserk; any living being daring to stand in his path would face his most violent, most merciless thunderous strike!

The battlefield that followed descended into the bloodiest and most chaotic situation.

The battle lasted a full five years.

In these long five years, this section of the Twin River had nearly become a Shura field piled with corpses and fragments of secret treasures.

The river water had long been dyed dark red; the thick smell of blood mixed with the annihilating aura of collapsed laws was nauseating.

Qin Feng, like an tireless killing machine, holding 【Star-Swallower】, spreading 【Crimson Gold Wings】, rampaged across this battlefield.

He had to fend off attacks from all sides while constantly charging toward the floating, uncertain second Twin Mask.

In these five years, the mask changed hands many times.

The Death Spirit clan's Death Knell once held it in his hand, but the next second he was drowned by the insect swarm of the Zerg's Poison Bee, and the mask flew out of his hand.

A lone veteran black hole-level, relying on a concealment secret treasure, silently approached and snatched the mask, but before he could rejoice for a breath, Neil of the Light clan pierced his body with a "Holy Light Judgment," and the mask changed hands again.

Neil held the mask, divine might overwhelming, like a god-king descending, but was immediately focused by dozens of strongmen, including Black Jade, who had been scared off by Qin Feng earlier—he had returned and attacked from afar.

The mask was like a hot potato, constantly passing among all top powerhouses; no one could truly possess it for more than ten days.

In this mad scramble, Qin Feng also approached the mask several times, once even touching its cold texture with his fingertip, but immediately more than ten black hole-level secret treasures blasted at him simultaneously, forcing him to retreat and dodge.

The entire battlefield had lost all strategy, leaving only the most primal desire and slaughter.

However, amid this chaotic battle, a strange phenomenon caught Qin Feng's attention.

Several times, when he was surrounded and about to be hit by the combined attacks of several strongmen, some untimely attacks would come from the direction of the Mechanical clan's Wild.

These attacks seemed aimed at him, but they always "happened" to intercept some of the most threatening attacks, or "happened" to disrupt the enemy's attack rhythm, creating a moment of respite for him.

Once, a ferocious Star Beast circled behind him, claws bared for a sneak attack, but was tightly entangled by a suddenly appearing mechanical spider with an energy net.

"Hmm?"

In the heat of battle, Qin Feng glanced suspiciously at the distant giant steel demon god.

Wild was still fighting madly with other beings; his countless mechanical creations spread across the entire battlefield, seemingly attacking all enemies indiscriminately.

But Qin Feng, with his keen golden-red psychic power, could clearly sense that the other seemed to be... protecting him, intentionally or not?

Why?

Qin Feng’s heart was filled with wariness and confusion.

He had no friendship with Kuangye of the Mechanical Clan; in fact, he had been hunted by this being for years—they were sworn enemies.

What scheme was Kuangye plotting?

This doubt flickered through his mind, only to be drowned by the ever-fiercer battle.

Time flowed on amid the bloody slaughter, day after day, year after year.

The Twin Masks were about to drift to the end of Black Hole No. 74, leaving everyone with less than a year.

All living beings grew more frenzied, even burning their life essence to unleash costly forbidden arts.

At this final juncture, the battle finally saw a decisive shift.

Kuangye of the Mechanical Clan, at the cost of sacrificing a third of his mechanical legion, blasted a vacuum zone in the heart of the battlefield.

His colossal mechanical true body, weathering countless attacks, lunged with an unyielding resolve and seized the Twin Mask that had drifted for five years!

“The mask is in Kuangye’s hands!”

“Kill him!”

In an instant, at least eighty percent of the battlefield’s firepower converged on Kuangye.

At the same time, twenty percent of the powerhouses still targeted Qin Feng, who held the first mask, clearly aiming to eliminate him in the chaos.

Yet, facing this siege that would drive any being to despair, the steel demon forged from countless precision machines—the cluster of azure flame atop its head, representing its core will—flickered violently, revealing a strikingly human, scheming smile.

“Heh heh—”

A low, profoundly enigmatic laugh echoed through the sea of consciousness of all beings via psychic waves.

Then, Kuangye let out a roar that shook the cosmos.

“Cosmic Artifact, Balance of Desires!”

He raised the mechanical hand gripping the Twin Mask high; in his other hand, an ancient bronze balance materialized out of thin air.

At the same time, his vast psychic power, like the most precise targeting beacon, crossed the chaotic battlefield and locked firmly onto Qin Feng, who held the other mask at the far end!

Hum—

An indescribable, irresistible supreme pressure, like the first law at the dawn of the universe, suddenly descended upon this spacetime.

The entire Twin River seemed to freeze at that moment.

Whether the surging waters, the raging energy currents, or the world-destroying divine arts and secret techniques—all instantly solidified before this pressure.

All beings looked up in shock as a colossal phantom of a bronze balance, spanning the starry sky, slowly emerged.

The balance was the color of bronze, weathered by eons of time, covered in countless mysterious runic marks; divine radiance flowed like light over its surface, exuding an ancient, just, and indifferent aura.

The next moment, an irresistible pulling force emanated from both ends of the balance, acting on Kuangye and Qin Feng respectively.

Qin Feng felt a power he could neither comprehend nor resist envelop him.

He tried to activate his [Crimson Gold Wings] and break the restraint with his [Star-Swallower] spear, but all his resistance proved fragile as a bubble.

Qin Feng’s body flew uncontrollably toward one end of the colossal bronze balance.

At the other end of the battlefield, Kuangye of the Mechanical Clan, along with the Twin Mask in his hand, was also drawn toward the opposite end.

Finally, the two were placed on the two trays of the balance, facing each other.

Below, by the Twin River, all surviving Black Hole-level powerhouses stared blankly at this miraculous scene, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

After a brief silence, an earth-shattering uproar erupted.

“Th-that… what is that?!”

“It’s a Cosmic Artifact! Absolutely a Cosmic Artifact! That aura transcending all laws, the taste of rules—no mistake!”

“Kuangye… he actually possesses a Cosmic Artifact!”

For the first time, Neil of the Light Clan showed a complex expression of solemnity and envy, muttering, “We were outmaneuvered by Kuangye from the start.”

“…”

An old Black Hole-level powerhouse sighed, “Both Twin Masks have now been dragged into the domain of a Cosmic Artifact. We… we have lost the chance to compete!”

“One of Kuangye and Qin Feng will surely become the ultimate victor, obtaining both Twin Masks!”

“Damn it! Kuangye hid his hand too deep!”

“Kuangye clearly knows everything about this Cosmic Artifact, perhaps even having simulated it countless times. But Qin Feng of the Human Clan knows nothing—he has no intel! This duel was unfair from the start!”

“…”

Murmurs, exclamations, regrets, and resentments rose and fell.

Everyone understood.

Kuangye’s earlier actions, including occasionally protecting Qin Feng, were all to ensure Qin Feng survived to the end, holding the other mask, and entered the “Balance of Desires.”

On that colossal bronze balance spanning the stars, a fateful duel to decide the final ownership of the Cosmic Artifact [Twin Masks] was about to unfold.

“Let’s go. One of them will surely emerge, and then come out at the exit.”

“We just need to return to the exit, wait quietly, and once they appear, ambush them immediately. Who ends up with the Twin Masks is still unknown!”

“…”

(The chapter ends)