Chapter 305: Flesh and Blood Experiment! Qin Feng's Evil Name, Deterring the Island of Death and Extinction

Chapter 305: Flesh-and-Blood Experiments! Qin Feng’s Infamy, Shaking the Island of Death! The Mechanical Traitor!

The Island of Death, a land of exile soaked in blood and despair, spans a breadth comparable to a minor cosmic empire.

At the far end of its coordinates, hidden within a mountain belly shielded by tens of thousands of overlapping concealment arrays and deceptive divine runes, lies the last bastion of human dignity and hope.

This is the temporary command post for the human outer islands.

The cavernous space is grand, yet it cannot mask the crude and hurried nature of its facilities.

Along the cold rock walls, spiritual energy conduits lie exposed like massive veins, providing the bare minimum of power to keep the base functioning.

The air is thick with the metallic tang of rust, the faint ozone scent of overloaded spiritual arrays, and the lingering, inescapable stench of blood and medicinal herbs from the wounded.

In the center of the base floats a massive three-dimensional light screen.

Upon it flickers a fragmented star map, where vast swaths of darkness represent the unknown and the lethal.

Hundreds of faint light points blink across the map, each representing a human squad still in operation.

Yet, surrounding these few points are countless markers turned to dead, silent grey—the tombstones of the fallen, mutely testifying to the cruelty of this war.

Before the screen stands a figure as upright as a mountain.

He is Cang Lang, the supreme commander of the human garrison on the Island of Death.

He is a man with a face as rugged as if carved by a blade, etched deep with the marks of time and conflict.

His eyes are as sharp as a falcon’s, seemingly capable of piercing the soul, yet at this moment, they are clouded with an impenetrable exhaustion.

He wears battle armor scarred by countless clashes, an aura of iron and blood radiating from him, yet it is entangled with a weariness that stems from the very depths of his spirit.

He has held this post for over thirty thousand years.

Thirty millennia is enough time for stars to shift and seas to turn into mulberry fields.

For him and his subordinates, every day has been a walk along a razor’s edge, a struggle on the precipice of oblivion.

He has witnessed the fall of too many comrades, so many that their faces have begun to blur in his memory.

"The Cleansing Plan..."

Cang Lang’s lips move silently, uttering the term that weighs upon his heart like a mountain.

The patience of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races has clearly run dry.

They are no longer content with a war of attrition; they have gathered unprecedented power to launch a final operation aimed at wiping these "remnants" from existence.

Lately, the grey dots on the screen have been extinguishing faster than in the previous millennium combined.

He has done all he could.

Using his knowledge of the terrain and the arrogance of the enemy’s high command, he has maneuvered like a master chess player on a board already destined for defeat, fighting for a sliver of survival for his warriors.

But the board is too small, and the opponent’s pieces are too many, and too strong.

The appearance and infiltration of the God-Forbidden prodigies are like a Damocles sword hanging over everyone’s heads, ready to fall at any moment with a devastating blow.

In this suffocating atmosphere, a faint light flickers on the communication array beside Cang Lang.

The light comes from a high-level encrypted jade talisman, its ID pointing to the 78th Squad, which he had sent out on a retrieval mission not long ago.

Cang Lang’s brow furrows imperceptibly, a sense of foreboding rising in his chest.

The 78th Squad’s objective was to retrieve the squad led by Tai Mi, a prodigy from the Western Academy of the Holy Institute.

According to intelligence, that area is a focal point for Shi Lan’s recent activities; he had previously ordered the squad to rescue the 16th Squad, as they had secured a large quantity of healing resources.

He reaches out, his fingertips heavy, and taps the talisman.

The light shimmers, and the weather-beaten face of Long Zhan appears on the screen, the background a dim, cavernous cave.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

Long Zhan’s voice rings out, and to Cang Lang’s surprise, it lacks the expected grief or despair, filled instead with an irrepressible, survivor’s excitement.

"Reporting, Commander! The 78th Squad has completed its mission, successfully retrieved the 16th Squad, and has withdrawn to the designated safe point! During the mission, we lost two members, and three were severely wounded!"

Hearing this, Cang Lang’s taut nerves relax slightly.

Against the backdrop of the "Cleansing Plan," to retreat from Shi Lan’s zone with only two casualties is nothing short of a miracle.

Yet, his falcon-like eyes catch a hint of irrational fervor in Long Zhan’s tone.

"Long Zhan,"

Cang Lang’s voice is low and raspy, "Report the specifics. How... did you escape from under Shi Lan’s nose?"

"Commander, we..."

Long Zhan takes a deep breath, as if steadying his racing heart, "We encountered Shi Lan, and... we engaged him directly."

"What?!"

Cang Lang’s pupils contract violently, a surge of uncontrollable anger rising within him, "Foolishness! My orders were to avoid direct conflict with God-Forbidden level powerhouses at all costs! You were gambling with everyone’s lives!"

"No, Commander, you misunderstand!"

Long Zhan hurries to explain, his voice rising an octave in his agitation, "It was a newcomer in our squad, a brother codenamed 'Qin.' He held off Shi Lan all by himself!"

"Held off Shi Lan?"

Cang Lang’s brow knots instantly, his eyes filled with undisguised skepticism.

"Long Zhan, get a grip! Do you know what you’re saying? That is Shi Lan!

A peak Domain Lord in the God-Forbidden realm! Even I, without the advantage of terrain, would never dare to face him head-on!"

"Commander, every word I say is the truth!"

Long Zhan pleads, knowing how unbelievable it sounds, "Brother Qin not only held off Shi Lan, he even... he even killed a high-level Domain Lord of the Ten Thousand Races right under Shi Lan’s nose! All of us, including the 16th Squad, were saved by him!"

Cang Lang falls silent.

He stares at the flushed, excited face of Long Zhan on the screen, his mind filled with doubt.

Long Zhan is one of his most steady captains, not a man prone to tall tales.

Could it be... that a variable beyond his understanding has truly emerged?

He had reviewed Qin’s file—a mediocre Black Hole Limit. How could he possibly hold off a God-Forbidden Domain Lord? Could he be a hidden trump card from within the human race?

Just then, Long Zhan seems to realize the inadequacy of his words. He takes a deep breath and says, "Commander, I know this is hard to believe.

But before Brother Qin left, he gave me something and insisted I pass it to you.

Once you see it, you will understand everything."

As the words fall, a massive stream of data flows through the encrypted channel into the command post’s receiving array.

Cang Lang instinctively projects the data onto the central main screen.

Hum—!

As the data stream unfurls into a complete star map, the breath is sucked out of everyone in the cavernous command post.

Cang Lang’s calm, stagnant pupils contract to the size of pinpricks the moment he sees the map!

What had he just seen?

It was a map... a star chart so detailed it was harrowing, so precise it made one tremble!

The fragmented map in his hand, which had cost the human race tens of thousands of years of blood and life to compile, seemed like a child’s crude doodle before this masterpiece!

Across this star chart, every inch of land, every asteroid belt, and even every hidden current of psionic energy was marked with absolute clarity.

The death zones they had long deemed impassable were now clearly mapped with multiple safe corridors for passage.

The unknown realms they had never dared to tread were laid bare, their topography, resource distribution, and even the habits of the indigenous predatory beasts recorded in meticulous detail.

What made his scalp crawl even more was that the chart used dynamic points of light to track the real-time movements and behavioral patterns of nearly every patrol squad of the Allied Ten Thousand Races!

This... this was no mere map!

This was the perspective of a god!

With this star chart, they, the "rats" struggling for survival in the dark, would instantly transform into the ultimate hunters; the entire battlefield of the Outer Island of the Dead Meteor would hold no more secrets from them!

"This... how is this possible..."

Cang Lang’s voice was dry, his body trembling from the sheer magnitude of the shock.

What kind of terrifying reconnaissance and information processing capabilities were required to draft such a star chart?

This was something no single squad, nor even he, as the Commander-in-Chief, could ever hope to achieve.

"It is the Fierce God Qin Feng, the one who stands first on the Hidden Dragon Ranking!"

Long Zhan briefly recounted Qin Feng’s history to Cang Lang.

This sent a massive tremor through Cang Lang’s heart!

First on the Hidden Dragon Ranking?!

And he had come into this death trap?!

Just as his mind reeled, Long Zhan’s voice vanished from the communication jade, replaced by a voice that was young and calm, yet possessed a steadiness that seemed capable of holding up the heavens.

"Commander-in-Chief Cang Lang, this is Qin Feng."

The moment the words fell, an image of a military seal manifested out of thin air beside the massive star chart, radiating an ancient, majestic, and supreme aura.

Intricate and arcane patterns were carved upon the seal, and at its core, the two characters for "Limit" seemed to contain the very truths of the universe, emitting a pressure that made Cang Lang, a peak Domain Lord, feel his soul shudder.

The [Seal of the Lord of Limits]!

This was the supreme symbol of authority, granted personally by that legendary Lord of Limits, representing the highest echelon of the human race!

Cang Lang’s body jolted violently!

This iron-blooded general, who had stood tall for ten thousand years amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, found his mind blank the moment he beheld the seal.

Within the mountain belly, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone in the command post was awed by the supreme majesty emanating from the seal, their very breathing becoming cautious and shallow.

Qin Feng’s voice echoed clearly in everyone’s ears through the communication jade.

He spoke slowly, yet with an unquestionable dignity and power, as if every word weighed a thousand pounds.

"Commander-in-Chief Cang Lang, from this moment on, I shall take strategic command of all operations on the Dead Meteor Island."

"You have but one task: use the star chart I have provided to preserve our living strength, avoid all unnecessary combat, and await my next command."

The words were calm, yet overbearing.

This was not a negotiation; it was an order.

It was a military decree from one with supreme authority to a subordinate, brooking no dissent.

Cang Lang’s heart surged with a tidal wave of emotion.

As a soldier, he knew better than anyone what the [Seal of the Lord of Limits] represented.

To see this seal was to see the Lord of Limits in person!

This young man named Qin Feng possessed absolute decision-making power over all matters in the Dead Meteor Island theater, far exceeding his own.

Yet, what truly shook him to his core was what Qin Feng said next.

"I do not need any human warriors to coordinate with me; your task is simply to survive."

"Preserving your own lives is the highest principle."

"Wait for me... to break through to the Domain Lord realm."

Wait for him, to break through to the Domain Lord realm!

Boom!

It was as if billions of thunderbolts had detonated simultaneously in Cang Lang’s mind.

He understood in an instant—he understood everything!

The human high command had not abandoned them!

No, even that thought was wrong.

The only explanation was that the human high command had likely already written off the fate of Dead Meteor Island at a strategic level.

For no rational decision-maker would pour precious resources into this long-rotted quagmire.

But Qin Feng had come!

This peerless prodigy, who in legend had stirred the winds and clouds of the entire universe with his own hands, known as the "Fierce God," had requested to come himself!

Cang Lang could almost imagine the scene: at the highest council of the human race, upon learning that millions of his kin were trapped in a hopeless situation and on the verge of being wiped out, this young prodigy had argued his case and spoken with such passion.

And in the end, he had convinced that great Lord of Limits, obtaining this seal that represented supreme trust and authorization, and then... alone, with the resolve to die, he had stepped into this land of death that even Marquises feared to tread!

He was not sent here.

He had absolutely chosen to come himself!

As the saying went, for a prodigy of his caliber, even if he had requested it, the high command would never have allowed it!

An indescribable, immense warmth instantly shattered the hardened defenses Cang Lang had built over thirty thousand years of coldness and despair.

His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, grew uncontrollably moist at this moment.

It was not the grievance of being stripped of power, nor was it fear.

It was excitement!

It was the trembling and emotion from the depths of his soul, having suddenly seen a brilliant sun illuminating the entire world amidst the deepest darkness and despair!

He slowly straightened his back, which had grown somewhat hunched over the years.

"Click!"

The joints of his battle armor gave a faint sound.

At this moment, he seemed to return to the high-spirited general who had first stepped onto the battlefield thirty thousand years ago.

The exhaustion and weariness were swept away, replaced by an unprecedented, burning will to fight and a flicker of hope!

Facing the blurred silhouette on the communication screen, he solemnly raised his right arm and struck his chest, performing a military salute of supreme standard and reverence.

This was the respect of the weak for the strong.

It is the submission of a subordinate to a superior.

More than that, it is the highest tribute a veteran, having endured ten thousand years of desolation, can offer to a hero who stepped forward to shoulder the weight of the entire sky alone.

"Yes!"

Cang Lang’s voice was hoarse, yet it carried the strength of tempered steel.

"Cang Lang, Commander of the Dead Meteor Island front, along with all soldiers under my command, shall strictly obey... the War Marshal’s decree!"

"War Marshal"—this is the military’s honorific for a commander granted supreme strategic authority over an independent theater of war.

From this moment on, Qin Feng became the sole player in the deadlocked game of Dead Meteor Island.

...

Time, on this forgotten land of Dead Meteor Island, is the most worthless yet most precious of commodities.

Following Qin Feng’s orders, the remnants of the human race seemed to evaporate from the battlefield overnight.

Like a pack of cunning phantoms, they utilized a star map that offered a god’s-eye view to perfectly evade the sweeping purges of the Allied Races time and again.

And Qin Feng began his own long, solitary war.

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed.

In a vast asteroid belt, known as the "Spatial Rift Zone" on the outer reaches of the island, countless microscopic, invisible tears in space drifted like undercurrents. Even a Domain Lord-level powerhouse, if careless, would be sliced into a thousand fragments in an instant.

Yet, one figure moved through this death trap as if strolling through a garden.

The [Black Sky Wings] behind Qin Feng fluttered gently; each beat traced a perfect black arc that seemed to merge with space itself, precisely avoiding every lethal fissure.

His gaze locked onto a squad from the Allied Races cautiously navigating the area.

The squad was lavishly equipped, led by three formidable high-level Domain Lords, with elite soldiers who had survived countless battles.

They had been ordered to scout this region, attempting to uncover the truth behind the frequent disappearances of human squads.

In their eyes, while the area was dangerous, their strength was more than enough to ensure their survival.

They did not realize that death had already arrived.

As they reached the core of the asteroid belt, Qin Feng moved.

There was no earth-shattering eruption of spiritual energy, no flamboyant light of secret arts.

Only a streak of absolute black.

With the [Black Sky Wings] pushed to their limit, Qin Feng’s speed shattered the constraints of reality, transforming into a streak of light invisible to the naked eye.

"Enemy attack!"

The lead Crystal-race Domain Lord had barely roared the words before his voice was abruptly silenced.

A tiny, imperceptible point of cold light had pierced through his brow.

[Inch-Point]!

After ten years of honing, Qin Feng’s mastery of this ultimate piercing art had reached perfection.

That seemingly insignificant point of light contained a terrifying power capable of piercing all things, traveling at speeds easily exceeding a thousand times the speed of light.

"No! It’s that 'Ghost'!"

The other two high-level Domain Lords felt their hearts shatter.

For ten years, the legend of a mysterious "Ghost" had circulated among the Allied Races.

He was elusive, targeting only elite squads with ruthless, one-hit kills, never once failing.

They realized with horror that their attacks—whether torrents of spiritual energy or mental arts—landed on him like stones cast into the sea, unable to even make him sway.

Absolute defense!

"Such terrifying speed, such dreadful killing power!"

"His mental energy... it’s black! My soul... is being eroded, being annihilated!"

These were their final thoughts in this world. The battle ended in less than three breaths.

Qin Feng hovered calmly in the void, skillfully collecting his spoils.

The three high-level Domain Lords provided him with exactly 300 [Resurrection Marks].

What satisfied him even more was that from the soul fragments of the alien Domain Lord who specialized in soul arts, he extracted several high-quality [Soul Crystals].

These were the core materials for crafting an intelligent assistant, and one of his most important goals over the last decade, aside from hunting.

...

Within an unremarkable patrol squad of the Mechanical Race, a mechanical warrior designated "G-789" was meticulously carrying out its patrol duties.

Its exterior was ordinary, its performance parameters average; it was entirely inconspicuous within the vast Mechanical legion.

No one knew that inside this mechanical shell, its core logic center had long been replaced by a reconnaissance avatar named "Thunderbolt."

Over these ten years, of the thousands of God-Forbidden mechanical avatars under Qin Feng’s command, over a hundred had infiltrated the various systems of the Allied Races in myriad ways.

"Thunderbolt" was the most successful among them.

It utilized the internal quantum network of the Mechanical Race, like a fish in the deepest ocean, silently stealing massive amounts of intelligence.

The troop deployments of the Allied Races, the strategic plans of their high command, logistics supply routes, even the moods of certain powerhouses... everything was converted into precise data streams, flowing endlessly into Qin Feng’s intelligent hub, "Babel."

After analysis and integration by "Babel," this intelligence was transmitted in real-time to the other side.

Inside Cang Lang’s command center, the tide of war had undergone a cataclysmic reversal.

"Report, Commander!"

On the light screen, Long Zhan’s face bore irrepressible excitement. "My unit has set up an array at the ambush point provided by the War Marshal, successfully annihilating the Allied 'Blood Blade' squad without a single casualty!"

"Report, Commander! My unit has evacuated the C-37 asteroid belt thirty minutes ahead of schedule, perfectly avoiding Shi Lan’s sweep!"

One report of victory after another sent the atmosphere in the command center to an unprecedented high.

Relying on the real-time intelligence and hyper-detailed star maps provided by Qin Feng, the remaining human squads had truly become ghosts on the battlefield.

They could always predict the Allied sweep routes half a day or even a day in advance, easily bypassing their main forces.

They even used their intelligence advantage to set exquisite traps, launching swift, accurate, and ruthless strikes against isolated Allied squads they deemed "edible."

The high command of the Allied Races was nearing madness.

They had expended immense effort to organize several large-scale encirclement operations, only for every single one to strike at empty air, like punching cotton.

They were no longer facing a group of struggling "discarded pawns," but a pack of phantoms possessing omniscient power.

And all of this was the work of the Mechanical infiltrator.

The Mechanical Race relied solely on their origin to distinguish their own kind; since their own prodigies had confirmed Thunderbolt was genuine, no other race dared to suspect it.

Just like that, the intelligence system of the Allied Races became transparent before Qin Feng.

As long as the human survivors followed his military orders, not a single one was ever caught.

...

Deep within a colossal meteorite, hollowed out to its very core by Qin Feng, lay his mobile laboratory.

Inside, chains forged from psionic runes held several powerful alien warriors firmly bound to metal tables.

Their eyes burned with a mixture of fury, venomous hatred, and profound, marrow-deep terror.

These beings were the survivors Qin Feng had deliberately spared during his hunting expeditions.

Some possessed bodies of immense physical might, like the hundred-meter-tall Crystal-kin warrior;

Others boasted unique biological structures, such as the subspecies of the Starry Void Beast with its innate regenerative gifts.

They were all "specimens" for Qin Feng to validate his own path of martial philosophy.

Qin Feng’s gaze remained devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Like the most rigorous and cold-blooded scientist, he held a psionic stylus, meticulously practicing the secret theories of his "Path of the Limit" upon these living subjects.

He observed the burden and the benefits imposed upon the flesh as a novel psionic circuit flowed through the Crystal-kin warrior.

He recorded the impact on cellular regeneration speed as a complex formation inscription was branded into the flesh of the Starry Void Beast.

"No... Demon! You are a demon! Kill me! I beg you, kill me!"

The bound Crystal-kin warrior let out a roar of agony and despair.

Controlled entirely by the Slave Seal Secret Art, he could not even trigger a self-detonation, forced instead to watch his own body become a testing ground for another’s martial exploration.

His rage and dignity appeared utterly laughable before those indifferent eyes.

In the end, his roars dissolved into pleas, begging only for the mercy of a swift death.

The process was fraught with failure and gore.

Countless collapses of psionic circuits caused subjects to explode into mists of blood; countless rejections of formation arrays caused flesh to rot and dissolve.

Yet, Qin Feng’s expression never wavered, not even for a fraction of a second.

His mind was a torrent of massive data, each movement refining and perfecting the blueprint of the "Path of the Limit" that led to the supreme realm.

This was the necessary cruelty on the road to becoming a titan.

Under such operations, the ultimate secret arts were continuously perfected.

...

Ten years of hunting had provided Qin Feng with vast resources.

Ten years of deduction allowed his intelligent assistant, "Babel," to finally complete its ultimate evolution, transforming from a mere prototype into a true, independent, black-hole-class intelligent lifeform.

On this day, deep within the sea of Qin Feng’s consciousness.

"Babel" had manifested as a towering, majestic spire composed of infinite information streams and logical chains, radiating the brilliance of wisdom.

Yet, the moment its evolution concluded, a sudden anomaly occurred.

Qin Feng’s vast, boundless sea of "Pure Black" spiritual energy, deep as the cosmos, began to churn violently.

At the center of the ocean, a slow-rotating vortex emerged.

The heart of the vortex was absolute darkness, absolute silence.

The next moment, an irresistible, terrifying power of consumption, born from the very source of his soul, erupted from the vortex!

"Rumble!"

The entire majestic "Babel" stood defenseless against this devouring force.

It trembled violently as the countless information streams forming its structure were forcibly stripped away, transmuted into the purest spiritual energy, and sucked madly into the black vortex.

This was a vital fusion, one Qin Feng had planned for a long time.

The process of consumption lasted for seven days and seven nights.

When the final wisp of information forming "Babel" was devoured, Qin Feng’s consciousness returned to calm.

The sea of pure black spiritual energy appeared unchanged.

But only Qin Feng knew what earth-shattering transformation his soul had undergone.

The total volume and quality of his "Pure Black" spiritual energy had gained... a one-millionth increase after this fusion!

One-millionth.

To any ordinary cultivator, this figure was so minuscule as to be negligible.

But to Qin Feng, its significance was nothing less than a leap in life itself!

One must emphasize the terrifying nature of this improvement.

If the quality of an ordinary person's spiritual energy were "wood," then even doubling its quality would still leave it as wood, incomparable to "steel."

But Qin Feng’s "Pure Black" spiritual energy was already built upon the foundation of the universe’s top-tier "Divine Metal"!

Its vastness was akin to the true starry seas of the cosmos!

For a piece of Divine Metal to increase in quality and mass by one-millionth—what kind of concept was that?

It was a terrifying increment capable of crushing a planet!

This seemingly tiny improvement granted Qin Feng a brand-new, subversive understanding of the two most core and mysterious aspects of his secret arts: "Soul" and "Will."

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, and within his deep black pupils, billions of stars seemed to flicker in birth and death.

"As for the soul... perhaps relying on the Mechanical Race’s talent is enough."

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

...

Ten years, to a powerhouse accustomed to centuries of seclusion, was but a flick of a finger.

But for the war on the Island of Dead Meteors, it had brought earth-shattering changes.

The Allied Forces of the Myriad Races found their million-strong army trapped in a quagmire.

They suffered heavy losses, yet could not even catch a glimpse of the humans.

Instead, the legend of a mysterious "Hunter" began to spread quietly among the ranks.

It was said he came and went like a ghost, possessed terrifying strength, specialized in hunting high-level Domain Lords, and employed cruel methods.

On the human side, the situation had improved significantly.

Under the command of Gray Wolf, the casualty rate had dropped to an all-time low.

Everyone knew that this change stemmed from that mysterious "War Marshal."

His existence became the faith that sustained everyone’s will to endure.

Qin Feng’s notoriety, like a blood moon rising silently over this land of death, began to chill the hearts of all the myriad races.

...

Another five hundred years passed.

Since Qin Feng first stepped onto the Island of Dead Meteors, five hundred and twenty years had quietly slipped away.

Five hundred years of time is enough to shift the stars and gather cosmic dust into new nebulae.

Yet, on this island of dead meteors shrouded in death and solitude, time seems to have frozen, with eternal silence as its only theme.

However, the emergence of a single name acted like a boulder cast into stagnant water, shattering this ancient stillness and stirring a frenzy of fear in the hearts of every warrior in the Allied Races.

That name consists of only one character: "Qin."

Initially, he was merely a negligible variable in the Allied Races' cleansing plan, a phantom that occasionally caused minor trouble.

But as time passed, as a squad of the Allied Races armed with detailed intelligence was annihilated, and as high-level Domain Lords—and even peak Domain Lords—vanished mysteriously, the weight of the name "Qin" began to grow exponentially.

Today, he is no longer a specific individual, but a symbol, a nightmare inextricably linked to death, terror, and unknown, wicked experiments.

...

On the outer island of the Dead Meteor Isle, a mountain range of crystals refracting faint light in the darkness serves as a temporary stronghold for the Crystal Race.

Within a massive crystal cavern at the core of the range, three powerful Crystal Race peak Domain Lords are in council.

Their bodies, composed of pure psionic crystals, shimmer with an air of arrogance and confidence.

The leader, a peak Domain Lord named "Crystal Lattice," speaks through the resonance of his crystalline form, his voice laced with disdain and contempt: "I have reviewed all the battle reports regarding this human named 'Qin.' He relies merely on speed and a mastery of stealthy, underhanded tricks. In a direct confrontation, he is nothing to fear."

Another Crystal powerhouse chimes in: "Indeed. Our bodies are forged from compressed high-density psionic energy, indestructible and peerless in defense among our peers; we can even withstand partial attacks from God-Forbidden level entities. His meager piercing techniques could never breach our cores."

"We have already deployed the 'Lattice Cage' grand formation here,"

Crystal Lattice says coldly, "The moment he dares to appear, the formation will activate, binding him completely. At that point, his vaunted speed will be useless, leaving him at our mercy. Slaying this man will be a monumental achievement."

They are filled with confidence in their preparations, arrogantly waiting for their prey to walk into the trap.

Qin Feng arrives right on schedule.

But he does not, as the Crystal Race hoped, charge directly into the crystal mountain range.

In the shadow of a meteor belt far from the range, one of his God-Forbidden level mechanical avatars quietly opens its compound eyes.

Massive streams of data flash through the avatar's core processor, instantly decoding the psionic nodes of the "Lattice Cage" formation.

The next moment, the avatar moves.

It does not approach, but instead utilizes the ultra-high-yield psionic energy source it carries, aiming at one of the most critical nodes of the formation to trigger a suicide detonation.

Boom—!!!

A violent explosion occurs, far exceeding the expectations of the Crystal Race.

The terrifying psionic shockwave instantly destroys the balance of the entire formation, leveling countless crystal mountains in the sympathetic blast, turning the meticulously laid trap into nothingness amidst a chaotic torrent of psionic energy.

"Enemy attack! How dare he..."

Crystal Lattice is shocked and enraged; he never expected the opponent to break the situation with such a reckless disregard for cost.

Of course, Crystal Lattice is mistaken; he assumes Qin Feng is charging in, unaware that Qin Feng possesses an endless supply of mechanical avatars.

In the instant that all the Crystal powerhouses are plunged into chaos and shock, a pitch-black shadow cuts into the battlefield like a ghost.

Qin Feng’s true form has descended.

His target is clear and chilling: the strongest among them, Crystal Lattice.

Facing the hundred-meter-thick crystal shield instantly condensed by Crystal Lattice, Qin Feng’s movements do not falter; he brings his right index and middle fingers together, a point of extreme, dark light gathering at his fingertips.

[Inch Glow]!

The radiance flashes and vanishes, not even causing a ripple in space.

The crystal body that Crystal Lattice prided himself on, boasting it could withstand God-Forbidden attacks, is as fragile as paper before this point of ultimate penetration.

The dark light ignores layers of defense, precisely piercing his psionic core.

"Ho... how... is this possible..."

The light in Crystal Lattice’s eyes fades rapidly, spiderweb-like cracks appearing on his indestructible body before it shatters into a sky full of light particles with a loud "bang."

Another peak Domain Lord of the Crystal Race, terrified and enraged, lets out a roar, gathering all his psionic energy into a beam of destruction aimed at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng does not dodge or weave, allowing the attack—capable of severely wounding a peak Domain Lord—to strike him directly.

His body shudders violently, a charred indentation appearing on his chest, but in the next second, under the influence of the [Primal Singularity], the wound heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Taking advantage of the gap in the opponent's attack, Qin Feng closes in, his Star-Swallowing Spear sweeping out, the violent force smashing the Crystal powerhouse into smithereens.

In the blink of an eye, two peak Domain Lords have fallen.

The remaining three Crystal powerhouses lose all will to fight, their hearts filled only with endless terror.

They burn their origins frantically, fleeing in different directions.

But before Qin Feng’s [Black Sky Wings], which move at a thousand times the speed of light, fleeing is an unrealistic fantasy.

This time, Qin Feng does not deliver the killing blow.

His figure flickers a few times, catching up to the three fleeing Crystal beings, his overwhelming mental power combined with the [Slave Seal Secret Technique] forcing the slave marks upon them amidst their desperate screams.

A moment later, the battlefield returns to silence.

Qin Feng drags the three hollow-eyed, thoroughly enslaved Crystal powerhouses and vanishes into the deep darkness.

He needs living samples to study this unique psionic flesh structure, which holds immense reference value for his "Limit Path" secret technique.

After this battle, the entire Crystal Race is left with nothing but bone-deep terror for the name "Qin."

...

On a vast plain of ruins.

A golden-armored beast the size of a mountain dozes here.

It is an elite of the Starry Sky Beast race, possessing noble bloodlines and a formidable physique.

It has heard of the infamy of "Qin," especially the rumors regarding "wicked experiments," which make a race that values bloodline and flesh feel a chill in their bones.

But it does not retreat.

On one hand, there is the mandatory order from the high command of the Allied Races; on the other, the bounty placed on Qin Feng has accumulated to an astronomical figure, a vast amount of resources that could drive any peak Domain Lord to madness.

The Golden-Armored Beast prides itself on its peerless physique and bloodline power that surpasses its peers, believing it has a chance to slay Qin Feng head-on; once successful, it would gain both fame and fortune.

It waits for a long time, until a cold, undisguised aura locks onto it.

Qin Feng has arrived.

No sneak attack, no probing.

"Roar—!"

The Golden-Armored Beast lets out a roar, its massive body erupting with incomparable power, a giant claw swinging down to tear pitch-black fissures in space, a force capable of pulverizing an ordinary star.

Qin Feng does not retreat but advances, meeting it head-on.

He requires a complete, high-intensity living specimen, and thus does not kill it instantly.

(End of chapter)