Chapter 267: Qin Feng Enters the Formation, Beginning a Massacre! One Strike Obliterates a Black Hole

Chapter 267: Qin Feng Enters the Formation, Unleashing Carnage! A Single Strike Slays a Black Hole-Level Powerhouse! His Infamy Spreads Far and Wide!

The universe is cold and lifeless, but the Twinborn River is an exception.

This great river, spanning countless light-years and hailed as a cosmic wonder, eternally surges and roars within.

Its waters are not composed of pure matter, but of shattered time, fractured space, and the most pristine spiritual energy particles, mingling together. They flow endlessly in a manner incomprehensible to mortals, carrying the remains and dreams of countless beings, scouring toward an unknown terminus.

At this moment, within this river where bloodshed and fortune coexist, a figure sat cross-legged, letting a galaxy-grade metal block beneath him drift with the turbulent currents.

His eyes were tightly shut, his body steady as a rock, as if he had merged with the eternal flow.

He was none other than Qin Feng.

All of Qin Feng's mind was immersed in a vast, boundless star chart.

This was the supreme secret art bestowed by the Nine Spirit King—the [Nine Spirit Origin Chart].

It was not a technique of slaughter; its essence was a fundamental method for exponentially amplifying one's own life source.

Its cultivation principle was utterly astonishing and complex to the extreme.

The cultivator needed to use their own mental strength as a brush and the soul's origin as ink, constructing within the depths of their consciousness nearly a hundred million basic spiritual energy runes, each with a different structure and function.

This process demanded an appallingly precise control of mental strength. Any slight deviation in the energy ratio or structural stability of any single rune would cause all previous efforts to be wasted, even triggering mental backlash and severely wounding the soul.

And this was merely the first step.

Once the billions of runes were constructed, the cultivator had to arrange and combine them in an extremely precise sequence and logic, ultimately forming a "Spirit" with a special resonant amplitude.

As long as the first "Spirit" was successfully condensed, the cultivator's physical body and mental strength would both receive a full doubling of amplification.

Condensing two Spirits meant a twofold amplification, and so on, until the completion of nine Spirits brought a ninefold amplification, causing a earth-shattering qualitative transformation in strength.

"So that's how it is..."

After decades of silent meditation and comprehension, Qin Feng finally glimpsed a corner of this secret art and could not help but sigh deeply.

"No wonder the Nine Spirit King said that among all Black Hole-level secret arts, this one ranks among the very top."

The difficulty of cultivating the [Nine Spirit Origin Chart] was terrifyingly proportional to the cultivator's own foundational strength.

In other words, the more formidable the physical foundation and the more extraordinary the quality of mental strength, the harder it was to condense a "Spirit."

Because a stronger foundation meant that the billions of runes composing the "Spirit" needed to bear greater energy, and their structure had to be more stable and precise, with the difficulty increasing geometrically.

An ordinary Black Hole-level powerhouse might only need to construct an array of tens of millions of runes.

But Qin Feng's [Eternal Singularity] foundation was too extraordinary, and the quality of his mental strength had reached an unheard-of golden-red hue.

This meant that to condense his first "Spirit," the number and quality of runes he needed to construct far exceeded the limits recorded in the secret art scroll.

This was a gift.

The path to invincibility was never easy.

Once he succeeded, the amplification he would gain would also far exceed that of cultivators of the same rank!

Qin Feng's mind was completely immersed in this long struggle with himself.

His consciousness sea transformed into a boundless starry sky, and his golden-red mental strength turned into billions of hair-thin threads. Under the absolute control brought by the perfection of the [Tenfold Hand], he precisely wove each rune.

This process was tedious, lengthy, and fraught with danger.

In the first ten years, he could not even successfully construct a single basic rune that could stably exist.

Every subtle tremor of his mental strength caused the rune structure to instantly collapse, turning into violent energy currents that battered his soul.

If not for the nearly infinite recovery granted by his [Eternal Singularity] foundation, an ordinary Black Hole-level powerhouse would have long withered and perished from the repeated failures.

Yet Qin Feng showed no sign of discouragement.

His Dao heart, tempered through a century of pursuit and escape and a millennium of slaughter, had become as firm as an ancient rock.

Failure was merely a stepping stone to success.

The perfection of the [Tenfold Hand] allowed him to control his own power with microscopic precision, greatly reducing the error rate.

The [Eternal Singularity] foundation provided him with an inexhaustible supply of mental strength and the capital to experiment and fail.

And the mechanical race's talent, at this moment, revealed an unexpected and miraculous effect.

The mechanical race's talent granted his thinking pattern an ability for "parallel processing." He could focus on a hundred thousand things at once, utilizing his full cognitive capacity to simultaneously deduce the construction methods and permutations of tens of thousands of runes.

This auxiliary ability, akin to a supercomputer, caused a qualitative leap in his comprehension efficiency.

Time slipped away silently in the flow of the Twinborn River.

Fifty years... eighty years... a hundred years...

When Qin Feng had drifted in this bloody river for one hundred and thirty years, a point of unprecedented brilliance finally bloomed in the depths of his consciousness sea, which had lain dormant for over a century.

Success!

At the center of his consciousness sea universe, a vast, ancient, and majestic Origin Chart slowly unfurled.

On the chart, billions of runes, brighter than stars, revolved according to some profoundly mysterious law. They resonated with each other, linked together, and ultimately converged into a towering image of a powerful being.

He wore a majestic and splendid blue-gold power armor, engraved with ancient emblems symbolizing the glory of humanity.

He wore a floral crown, his countenance sacred, like a deity walking among mortals.

Yet in his eyes, deep as the universe, there burned an endless fury capable of incinerating the heavens.

Gentleness and rage, wisdom and slaughter—two completely opposite temperaments were perfectly fused in this figure, forming an indescribable supreme majesty.

This Spirit Chart was not born from imagination but was condensed according to the first Spirit recorded in the Nine Spirit Origin Chart—the legendary founder of the Limit War Group, one of the true gods of present-day humanity!

Buzz—

The moment this "Spirit" fully took shape, an indescribable special amplitude instantly radiated from the Origin Chart, sweeping through Qin Feng's limbs and bones, penetrating his soul's origin.

In that instant, Qin Feng felt every cell of his body cheer, every strand of his mental strength leap.

A terrifying power, twice as strong as before, surged endlessly from the deepest part of his life!

"Hoo—"

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and a long arrow of air shot from his mouth, forcibly carving a vacuum channel tens of thousands of miles long in the surging waters of the Twinborn River.

He slowly rose, clenched his fists, felt the explosive power within his body, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

"The [Twinborn Mask]'s thirty percent boost to basic attributes, plus the [Nine Spirit Origin Chart]'s first Spirit's doubling amplification..."

"My current strength is probably infinitely close to those limit beings who have immersed themselves in the Black Hole level for millions of years.

Though still worlds apart from a true Domain Lord, within the Black Hole level, I should have few rivals."

Qin Feng murmured to himself, but his heart was clear.

He knew well that most of this power came from external objects, from fortuitous encounters.

Whether the [Twinborn Mask] or the [Nine Spirit Origin Chart], they were merely powerful "techniques," not his own "Dao."

"After completing the universe's will's 'Death Mission' and forging the [Final Singularity], I must calm my mind, fully digest and integrate all the external gains from this journey, and then forge a path that is truly my own."

With this thought, his Dao heart became even more transparent and clear.

He raised his head and gazed at the distant exit of the Twinborn River.

Those eyes, already razor-sharp, now blazed with a divine, golden-red radiance, like two eternal, undying suns.

His gaze seemed to pierce through twisted spacetime, cutting through endless cosmic dust, to clearly see the starfield beyond the exit, shrouded in countless terrifying auras.

There, hundreds of presences, powerful enough to make galaxies tremble, gathered like ancient, slumbering beasts, forming an inescapable net.

Among those hundreds, one was particularly terrifying, its oppressive might so immense that the surrounding space warped, on the verge of collapse.

It was a being at the Limit Black Hole level!

"Ha... hahahaha—"

Seeing the formation outside, Qin Feng felt no fear; instead, he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

His laughter was bold, brimming with boundless battle intent, overpowering the roaring currents of the Twin Rivers, echoing through this desolate cosmic wonder.

"To welcome me, Qin Feng, you've laid such an exquisite killing array!"

"Over a hundred Black Hole-level experts, including prodigies from the Hidden Dragon List, and even a Limit Black Hole being to oversee it!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Qin Feng shouted "Good" three times, the dormant blood within him now boiling over!

With such a tremendous leap in power, he craved a fierce battle to test just how terrifying his current strength had become.

"Since you've all been waiting so long, how could I, Qin Feng, disappoint you?"

Whoosh—

Before his words faded, the galactic-level metal block beneath his feet exploded. The [Golden-Wing] behind him unfurled, its ten thousand eight hundred forbidden runes blazing simultaneously, transforming into a golden streak that tore through spacetime. Instead of drifting downstream, he accelerated, charging with an unyielding resolve straight into that deadly trap.

...

Beyond the Twin Rivers, the void had already become a grim slaughterhouse.

Over a hundred Black Hole-level experts from the universe's peak races had completely sealed off this starfield.

Their expressions were cold, their auras interwoven, forming a terrifying force field that could drive any being to despair.

When they sensed Qin Feng not slowing down but accelerating toward the exit, a flicker of surprise crossed their faces, quickly replaced by undisguised fury and mockery.

"Arrogant!"

"Courting death!"

"Who does he think he is, daring to charge into our [Star Dipper Grand Array]?"

The golden-winged bird presiding over the array—the Limit Black Hole expert "Golden Wing" under Blood Butcher's command—its eyes gleamed with icy killing intent.

It waited no longer. With a slight flap of its massive wings, it issued the final command.

"Activate the array! Slay this beast!"

Rumble—

In an instant, the entire starfield trembled violently!

With over a hundred Black Hole-level experts as array eyes, and countless stars refined by their spiritual energy as nodes, the ultimate killing array inherited from the supreme avian race—the [Star Dipper Grand Array]—was fully activated!

At the exit of the Twin Rivers, space twisted instantly, and a colossal, ancient black hole capable of devouring all things materialized out of nowhere.

Endless light erupted from the singularity of the black hole—pure energy, ultimate slaughter!

As the light dimmed, a figure finally stepped out of the twisted spatial passage.

He wore the blue-gold [Limit] power armor, carried the [Star-Swallowing] spear radiating destruction on his shoulder, and behind him, a pair of [Golden-Wings] slowly fluttered, scattering billions of golden specks.

Behind him, a mysterious, ancient map flickered faintly. On that scroll, the "Spirit" vibrated intensely at a unique frequency, exuding an unmatched majesty that suppressed the ages.

Qin Feng surveyed his surroundings, gazing at the hundreds of same-rank experts standing on stars evolved from black holes scattered across the void, feeling the terrifying pressure of the array that could crush everything. His smile grew even more exuberant.

"Hahahaha—"

"To welcome me, all the heroes gather, Black Hole-level experts everywhere?"

"Such a grand reception—I, Qin, am truly flattered!"

His laughter, transmitted through spiritual fluctuations, reached every expert's ears, brimming with unbridled arrogance and provocation.

"Qin Feng!"

Golden Wing's icy voice echoed across the starfield, carrying an unyielding authority. "Hand over the [Twin Mask]. Considering your hard cultivation, I'll spare your life and let your remnant soul reincarnate!"

Though it spoke, the command to activate the array had already been issued.

Before the words faded, heaven and earth spun!

The entire [Star Dipper Array] fully activated, its terrifying spiritual and psychic force fields instantly twisting everything in this cosmos.

Countless black holes dotted the array, each bearing a Black Hole-level being, surrounded by countless stars under their command.

The "stars" erupted with boundless divine light, each beam containing enough power to easily obliterate an ordinary Black Hole-level expert.

Billions of beams, simultaneously, from all directions, without blind spots, bombarded the solitary figure at the array's center.

"Kill!"

No superfluous words—the killing intent of a hundred Black Hole-level experts converged into a pure torrent of destruction.

Outside the array, countless beings who had rushed from the 1300 War Zone and several neighboring zones were utterly stunned by the apocalyptic scene before them.

Among them were galactic-level overlords, and even some weaker Black Hole-level beings unqualified to enter the array. Some were lone cultivators, others honored guests of powerful cosmic empires. In short, the peak forces of this starfield had nearly all gathered here.

Yet even they could only watch from afar, unworthy of approaching the array.

The mere leakage of the array's operation made their hearts race and souls tremble.

"My heavens!"

A knowledgeable Black Hole-level rogue cultivator exclaimed in shock. "Is this the power of the [Star Dipper Array]? No wonder it's one of the avian race's top Black Hole-level arrays!"

"Qin Feng is finished. Under this array, the strength of over a hundred Black Hole-level beings is perfectly united—its power is more than doubled!"

"Even a Limit Black Hole being trapped here would find it hard to escape!"

"The Star Dipper Array besieges a prodigy. For a human like Qin Feng to fall here is enough to make him proud."

The murmurs pronounced Qin Feng's fate.

In their eyes, no matter how brilliant Qin Feng had been, no matter how many miracles he had created, before such a killing array—assembling over a hundred top-tier experts of the same rank, personally presided over by a Limit Black Hole being—his only end was utter annihilation.

An array presided over by a hundred Black Hole-level experts was simply too terrifying!

...

Within the Star Dipper Array, the laws of the universe were twisted into the most primal ironclad rules of slaughter.

The auras of over a hundred Black Hole-level beings merged through the arcane array's pathways, as if transforming into a primordial chaos deity overlooking the ages, with Qin Feng as its sole target to crush.

The annihilation light, capable of obliterating galaxies, was no mere torrent of energy. It contained over a hundred distinct Black Hole-level secret arts, interweaving and colliding, producing a near-qualitative destructive effect.

Space shattered like fragile glass under this light; time's concept was stretched infinitely and compressed instantly. Any being caught in the force field would have its soul and body torn into fundamental particles in an instant.

Yet, facing this lethal strike that could make even a Limit Black Hole being pale, Qin Feng's figure did not dodge.

"Hum—"

The "Limit" power armor on his body erupted with unprecedented blue-gold radiance. Every inch of its plates was covered with dense celestial runes, actively meeting the spacetime-twisting killing force.

Simultaneously, the "Star-Swallower" spear in his hand trembled violently, not out of fear, but with an excited wail, like a ferocious beast imprisoned for an eternity finally catching the scent of blood.

Behind him, the "Nine Spiritual Source Map," constructed from billions of mental power runes, erupted with brilliant light, and the eyes of the majestic human powerhouse depicted on the map—clad in blue-gold power armor and wearing a corolla—abruptly lit up, sending an invisible wave of amplification instantly sweeping through Qin Feng's entire body.

Under the dual blessings of the Twin Masks and the Nine Spiritual Source Map, his aura climbed continuously, section by section, until it faintly held the momentum to contest the entire Astral Array on equal terms!

With a fierce flap of his scarlet-gold wings and a flicker of flowing light, Qin Feng's figure did not retreat; instead, he transformed into a golden divine rainbow that pierced through heaven and earth, ignoring the array's suppressive divine light that was capable of obliterating everything, and charged straight toward a black hole platform shrouded in purple-black divine radiance within the array's operational trajectory!

There lay the array position of Ye Luo, the son of the Stone Emperor.

"What audacity!"

Ye Luo's pupils contracted sharply, and immediately, endless rage and tyrannical aura erupted from his obsidian-like torso.

The black hole platform beneath him shuddered frantically due to the violent fluctuations of his emotions, almost slipping from the control of the great array.

Humiliation!

This was an unprecedented, monumental humiliation!

In this top-tier killing array presided over by over a hundred powerhouses of the same rank, and even stationed by a peak-level black hole being, the first breakthrough point Qin Feng chose was actually him, Ye Luo!

What did this mean?

This meant that in Qin Feng's eyes, he—the heir of the Stone Emperor's bloodline, a top-tier prodigy ranked on the Hidden Dragon List—was the weakest link among these hundred-odd powerhouses!

The opening most easily torn open!

"Qin Feng!!!"

A roar filled with endless killing intent echoed through the entire star domain, and on the surface of Ye Luo's purple-black stone body, ancient and desolate lines lit up, a brand of power originating from the deepest part of the Stone Emperor's bloodline.

He abandoned maintaining the stability of his array position, poured all his power entirely into his own body, and out of thin air, a ferocious battleaxe appeared in his hands, its blade surrounded by scenes of stars disillusioning and collapsing, a black hole-grade weapon.

"You are seeking your own death!"

Ye Luo's voice sounded like the booming friction and shattering of countless giant stones, "Today, this prince shall let you know the true might of imperial royalty!"

Holding the battleaxe high with both hands, his lifelong learning, all his understanding of the martial path, and all the pride and anger stemming from his bloodline converged entirely into this single strike, and in an instant, the cosmic background behind him seemed to be erased by an invisible power, replaced by a phantom of a chaotic stone man treading upon the galaxy and holding the sky above its head.

"Stone Emperor Opens the World!"

Ye Luo roared, chopping down with all his might!

This axe had no earth-shattering light effects, yet it drew upon the most primal power within the son of the Stone Emperor.

Wherever the axe blade passed, space did not shatter, but instead displayed an anomaly of "opening up" and "creation."

As if it were the first ray of slaughtering light before the universe opened and chaos was judged, it sought to completely "cleave apart" everything in front of it, along with Qin Feng's existence itself, from this time and space, returning it to nothingness.

This was the ultimate trump card killing method of the Stone Emperor clan; under one axe, it was as if a black hole had collapsed, as if a supernova had exploded, its terrifying power enough to make any living being of the same rank fall into despair!

However, facing this heaven-cleaving and earth-shattering axe strike, Qin Feng's expression was utterly indifferent, calm like an ancient well without ripples.

"Ye Luo! I heard you fear many prodigies of the Hidden Dragon List, and have a history of fleeing in defeat multiple times."

"Could it be that you are not afraid of me?!"

Qin Feng barked out a shout, and the Star-Swallower spear in his hand launched a fierce strike.

The moment the spear tip thrust forward, the light of the majestic figure on the Nine Spiritual Source Map behind him surged violently, and an irresistible, overwhelming force surged along his arm and into the long spear.

A speck of extremely brilliant light lit up from the tip of the spear.

That speck of light was only an inch wide at first, yet it seemed to condense all the light and sharpness in the universe.

Secret technique, "Inch of Radiance"!

Under the dual amplification of the Twin Masks and the Nine Spiritual Source Map, this perfected black hole-grade secret technique had long since surpassed the limits of its own intended power.

That single inch of radiance did not engage in any energy-level collision with the axe light of "Stone Emperor Opens the World"; it appeared directly at the source of the axe light—right before Ye Luo's physical body.

Time, at this moment, seemed to fall into an eternal standstill.

The ferocity and rage on Ye Luo's face had not yet dissipated, but the depths of his pupils were already filled with endless horror and disbelief.

He did not even have time to make any reaction before that inch of radiance impressed itself upon his chest.

"Pfft—"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a dull, low sound, like piercing through leather.

Immediately afterward, infinite and endless light and heat suddenly diffused and expanded from the center of Ye Luo's chest.

"Crackle... Bang!"

That black hole-grade battleaxe, which condensed all of Ye Luo's essence, energy, and spirit, had its mental and spiritual energy structures destroyed from the very root; it let out a crisp wail of grief, and then exploded with a bang into fragments flying all over the sky.

"Ah—!"

A scream so wretched it did not sound like it could be made by a living being finally erupted from Ye Luo's mouth.

On his chest, a massive, see-through cavity abruptly appeared; the edges of the cavity were not a bloody mess, but instead displayed a strange crystallization, as countless gold-red runes composed of pure-to-the-extreme mental power and spiritual energy fields, like a swarm of greedy maggots clinging to bone, firmly attached themselves to his wound, frantically corroding and annihilating his vitality and soul origin.

Just one strike!

Physical body and soul, simultaneously suffered devastating and heavy trauma!

The tyranny and pride in Ye Luo's eyes were instantly replaced by the fear of death.

He had no doubt that if the opponent delivered another follow-up spear strike, he would surely fall here today!

"Detonate!"

At the critical juncture of life and death, Ye Luo displayed the decisiveness of a top-tier prodigy.

Without any hesitation, he summoned several lower black hole-grade secret treasures of various shapes from his storage space, and instantly detonated their cores!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several wild torrents of energy exploded between Qin Feng and Ye Luo, forming a temporary, chaotic spatial fault that successfully impeded Qin Feng's pursuing steps.

Taking advantage of the thrust from the explosion, Ye Luo transformed his entire body into a dim purple-black stream of light, abandoning his array position without looking back, and fled frantically toward the deep space of the universe.

The entire battlefield fell into a dead silence.

Whether it was the hundred-plus black hole-grade powerhouses waiting in strict readiness inside the array, or the countless living beings observing outside the array, all lost their voices at this moment.

Their gazes stared blankly at that stream of light moving resolutely into the distance, and then turned to the figure standing with the spear like an undefeated god of war, their minds completely blank.

One strike!

Using only a single strike!

Ye Luo, a top prodigy famous on the Hidden Dragon List and backed by a behemoth like the Stone Emperor, was defeated head-on, suffered near-death trauma, and fled in a wretched manner at the cost of self-detonating several secret treasures!

What kind of exaggerated, what kind of inconceivable strength was this?!

"My god... That is Ye Luo, the son of the Stone Emperor! An existence capable of ranking within the top three hundred on the Hidden Dragon List, and he actually... actually couldn't even take one move from Qin Feng?"

"That spear strike just now... what secret technique was that? The speed was too fast, completely incomprehensible, as if it directly ignored the distance of space and time!"

"Qin Feng's strength... compared to when he was at Mount Leixiang, has taken another qualitative leap! This growth speed is simply that of a monster!"

After a brief, dead silence, the living beings watching the battle outside the array erupted into a mountain-shaking and ocean-tsunami-like roar of exclamations and discussions.

The eyes with which they looked at Qin Feng had already transformed from the initial greed and scrutiny into deep awe and dread.

Inside the grand array, Jin Chi, who presided over the array, was the first to react; a trace of gravity and startled anger flashed within its eyes, which were as sharp as a falcon's.

"Not good! Yeluo has fled, leaving a breach in the great formation! This brat intends to use it to break free!"

The Golden Wing let out a sharp, piercing cry, its twin wings beating as it mobilized the full power of the great formation. Countless streams of starlight instantly converged toward the gap left by Yeluo, attempting to seal and block it anew.

Yet, against all expectations of every living being, facing this once-in-a-lifetime chance to escape, Qin Feng stood rooted to the spot, making no move at all.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the Black Hole-level powerhouses whose minds were shaken by Yeluo's defeat. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth, brimming with arrogance and battle intent.

"Flee?"

His voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly in the ears of every creature, laced with a hint of mocking derision.

"Who said I was going to flee?"

"Today, Qin will open a bloody slaughter here! I'll use your lives to test my spear!"

As his words fell, the crimson-gold wings behind him blazed with light, and his speed was instantly pushed to its limit.

Whoosh—

Ten times the speed of light!

Qin Feng's figure left a faint afterimage in place, while his true form transformed into a golden streak too fast for the eye to catch, charging fiercely toward another direction—the formation position guarded by three Black Hole-level undead clan powerhouses.

He chose this direction because, when his divine sense swept across the entire field moments ago, he had clearly detected several soul imprints of human powerhouses within the billions of undead legions driven by those three undead clan experts.

This was irrefutable proof that the corpses and souls of human powerhouses, after their deaths, had been forcibly refined into undead puppets!

Such an act touched Qin Feng's reverse scale.

"Stop him!"

The Golden Wing roared.

But Qin Feng's speed was simply too fast.

By the time the three undead clan powerhouses reacted, Qin Feng's figure was already within arm's reach.

The chilling killing intent, as if it could pierce the soul, sent a bone-deep cold through them.

Two of them, whose auras were slightly weaker—clearly veteran Black Hole-level undead of long-standing fame—saw Qin Feng's eyes, blazing like twin suns of gold and crimson, and without a moment's hesitation, abandoned their positions, transforming into two clusters of icy death energy and fleeing in retreat.

They had been utterly terrified by the sight of Qin Feng gravely wounding Yeluo with a single spear strike, knowing full well they were no match for him in even one exchange.

Only the leader among them, a prodigy of the undead clan wielding a massive black scythe, surrounded by dense death energy, with a cold and powerful aura—Death Knell—did not retreat.

As one who could also claim a place on the Hidden Dragon List, Death Knell had his own pride and confidence.

He let out a furious roar, swinging his death scythe, and countless undead creations surged forth before him.

Tens of thousands of bone dragons, pieced together from stellar debris, roared skyward, spewing Netherworld dragon breath capable of freezing souls;

Billions of white-boned armies and corpse legions, clad in tattered armor, with emerald soul-fires burning in their eye sockets, formed grim battle formations, charging fearlessly at Qin Feng.

These undead creations were no rabble; under Death Knell's control, they too coalesced into a massive deathly formation, resonating with the Star Dou Formation, its power surging!

Facing this sea of undead that would make any Black Hole-level powerhouse's scalp tingle, Qin Feng's face showed not a trace of emotion.

"Annoying!"

Qin Feng spat out two icy syllables, weaving through the undead sea. Each flap of his crimson-gold wings sent up a blaze of golden flames, purifying swathes of undead into nothingness.

The Star-Swallowing Spear in his hand thrust out once more.

It was still *Cunmang* (Inch Light).

But this time, boosted by ten times the speed of light, the divine radiance of that spear strike reached a staggering fifteen times the speed of light!

"Shiiing—"

A thread of gold, so fine it was nearly imperceptible, flashed through the billions of undead legions in an instant.

The next moment, time seemed to resume its flow.

The tens of thousands of roaring bone dragons, the billions of charging white-boned armies, along with the deathly formation they had built, all froze in place at the same instant.

Then, silently, a slender golden line appeared across every single unit.

"BOOM!!!"

An endless explosion erupted.

All the undead creations, under that single spear strike, were utterly erased from the most fundamental physical level, reduced to dust scattered across the void.

One spear strike, clearing the entire undead sea!

"Pfft!"

Death Knell was struck as if by lightning, spewing a mouthful of death energy containing the essence of his soul.

The undead army he had summoned was linked to his mind; being instantly destroyed caused him severe backlash.

The pride and battle intent in his eyes were replaced by terror. Without hesitation, he imitated Yeluo, detonating several lower-level Black Hole-grade secret treasures, his form turning into a wisp of black smoke as he fled, gravely wounded.

Qin Feng did not pursue Death Knell. His target was the two veteran undead clan powerhouses who had already fled some distance.

His figure vanished again.

"No! Spare me!"

One of the undead powerhouses felt the fatal threat approaching from behind and let out a despairing howl.

His answer was a dazzling inch-light that pierced through the core of his soul.

Two exchanges.

In just two exchanges, after the Hidden Dragon List prodigies Yeluo and Death Knell were gravely wounded and forced to retreat, two veteran Black Hole-level undead clan powerhouses, renowned in the cosmos for hundreds of thousands of years, fell on the spot!

"Boom! Boom!"

Two dull, thunderous roars echoed through the vacuum of space.

The flesh and souls of those two undead powerhouses collapsed and exploded simultaneously, blooming into two bursts of supremely brilliant light, yet filled with an aura of death and finality.

The brightness of that light, for an instant, surpassed a supernova, bleaching the entire starfield into a ghastly white.

After the light faded, everything swiftly returned to darkness.

At the site of their fall, no remains were left behind. Only two deep, dark black holes, exuding an eternal and lonely aura, floated silently there.

This was the cosmic wonder formed after the fall of a Black Hole-level powerhouse.

Their essence was the condensed quintessence of the powerhouse's life, but their core had completely "died," lacking the infinite potential of the "primordial black holes" naturally born in the universe and connected to subspace.

Thus, such black holes were also called "wonder black holes" or "dead holes."

If a Domain Lord above Black Hole level, or even a King-level powerhouse, fell, their corpse would evolve into an even grander cosmic wonder with more complex rules—like the Thunder Phase Mountain Qin Feng had experienced before, which was the corpse of the Thunder Emperor transformed.

The two newly born "dead holes" before him silently proclaimed Qin Feng's unmatched and terrifying combat power.

"Such formidable strength! This is definitely close to the power of a Limit Black Hole!"

"How terrifying… Hidden Dragon List prodigies are nothing before him, and veteran Black Hole-level powerhouses are casually slain… This Qin Feng… has he already grown to such a level?"

Within the great formation, the remaining powerhouses were all terrified, their faces drained of color.

The combat power Qin Feng had displayed had completely exceeded their estimates and imagination.

This was no longer mere strength; it was a crushing force, an absolute dominance that left them without even a glimmer of hope for victory!

After slaying the elite of the dead spirit clan, Qin Feng did not relent; drenched in blood, his battle intent only burned brighter.

His gaze pierced through layers of space, finally locking onto Neil, the prodigy of the Light Clan.

“Neil! Dare you face me in battle?”

Qin Feng’s voice rolled like thunder, brimming with dominance and confidence.

The named Neil stiffened involuntarily.

The two veteran Light Clan powerhouses beside him turned pale, hastily shielding him.

“Young master, no! This one has come into his own, his edge too sharp—do not engage! Flee at once!”

“Indeed, young master! As long as the green hills remain, there’s no shortage of firewood! The hunt’s deadline is still long; no need to clash with this madman now!”

Neil’s expression flickered with uncertainty.

He had wished to face Qin Feng in open combat to prove his own path.

But reason told him his Light Clan companions were right.

Before him, Qin Feng moved through the Star Dou Grand Array as if through empty space, ruthless in slaughter, his combat power immense. Even if Neil could use his trump cards to contend, he would pay a grievous price, perhaps even following Ye Luo and Sang Zhong to their doom.

The Cosmic Will’s mission remained; his target was the Twin Masks. There was no need to fight Qin Feng to the death now.

A true hunter knows when to strike at the perfect moment.

“Retreat!”

Neil gritted his teeth, making the most rational decision.

He cast a deep glance at Qin Feng, etching that demonic figure into his heart, then turned without hesitation, transforming into a beam of light and withdrawing from the array.

His goal was clear: leave this place at once, follow the star chart of Qin Feng’s escape provided by the Cosmic Will, lay a true net of heaven and earth ahead, and use the full might of his clan to slowly wear down this fiend.

Seizing the Twin Masks was the ultimate aim!

Neil of the Light Clan, ranked tenth on the Hidden Dragon List, held far greater prestige and influence than Ye Luo or Sang Zhong.

His flight was like toppling the first domino.

“Even Neil has retreated!”

“Quick, flee! This Star Dou Grand Array is already a joke!”

“If we don’t leave now, the next to die will be us!”

The remaining beings saw this and lost all will to fight, scattering like birds and beasts. In an instant, the once-impregnable Star Dou Grand Array shattered, collapsing without a blow.

Even the prodigies of the Hidden Dragon List and the Black Hole-level beings who had accepted the mission no longer wished to clash with the current fiend, turning and departing.

Some were terrified out of their wits by Qin Feng; others thought it better to head for the star chart first and summon more clan elites to weave a net of heaven and earth.

Either way, it spoke to the sheer terror of Qin Feng’s power now!

No being dared to face Qin Feng directly!

“Cowards! A pack of cowards!”

Seeing the array collapse and his allies desert him, the only one left—Golden Wing—trembled with rage, its golden feathers blazing with fury.

It let out a roar, and a terrifying pressure, far surpassing all previous Black Hole-level beings and truly belonging to the “Limit” tier, swept forth like a tsunami.

“Qin Feng! You seek death!”

Golden Wing spread its wings, blotting out the sky, transforming into a golden lightning bolt that tore through the cosmos, charging at Qin Feng with boundless killing intent and wrath.

Facing the Limit-level Black Hole being’s furious strike, Qin Feng did not retreat but advanced, his eyes blazing with unprecedented battle fervor.

He unleashed all he had learned, drove every ounce of his power, and with the Star-Swallowing Spear in hand, met the golden lightning head-on.

“Boom—!!!!!!”

An indescribably terrifying roar exploded at the heart of the universe.

(End of chapter)