Chapter 308: Marquis Blood Stains the Blue Sky! Qin Feng Enters Death Seclusion! Fighting to the Death Without Retreating

Chapter 308: Marquis Blood Stains the Azure Sky! Qin Feng Enters a Death-Seclusion! A Fight to the Death, No Retreat! The Path of Extremity Achieved!

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!!"

Thirty-seven Marquis-level powerhouses roared in unison at this very moment.

Their voices converged into an indomitable torrent, shattering the dome of the temple and dispersing the deathly aura that had shrouded the City of Indomitability for ten thousand years.

In that sound, there was no fear of death, no confusion about the future, only the resolute determination of "I shall go forth even if thousands stand against me," and the supreme, tragic grandeur of the guardians of the human race!

...

The arrival of the final battle was swifter and more violent than anyone had dared to imagine.

Even as the roar of "fight to the death" still echoed through the city, the entire fragment of the world shuddered violently.

Above the firmament, the dark purple sky seemed like a fragile scroll, torn asunder from the center by an invisible, colossal hand.

A gargantuan rift in space spanned the horizon, revealing the profound, absolute chaos within.

Then, one after another, terrifying figures emerged slowly from the fissure.

They were of diverse forms, their auras surging like tidal waves.

There were giants ten thousand feet tall, their skin flowing with stellar magma as if draped in a tapestry of the cosmos;

There were beings of the God race, possessing three heads and six arms, each hand wielding a divine weapon, radiating awe-inspiring majesty;

There were Necromancers sitting upon bone thrones piled high with the remains of countless gods and demons, their eye sockets burning with ghostly blue soul-fire;

There were Feathered beings, composed entirely of light, unfolding twelve pairs of wings that scattered purifying holy radiance with every beat...

One, two, ten, a hundred...

In the end, three hundred and twenty-seven figures stood tall in the void.

Three hundred and twenty-seven Marquis-level powerhouses!

Each of their auras was at its peak, far surpassing the remnants of the human army within the City of Indomitability.

When those three hundred terrifying auras combined, the entire world fell into a stunned silence.

That pressure was no longer an ethereal force, but had manifested into a visible dark canopy, heavy as a universe, slowly crushing down upon the lonely City of Indomitability below.

Under this canopy, space crumbled inch by inch, wailing and fracturing; even the eternally flowing "Scars of the Dao Seal" stagnated briefly under this combined weight.

This was a strike of certain death, a siege with all their might; the myriad races intended to use absolute power to erase the final traces of humanity from this inner island.

"Boom—"

"Boom—boom—"

The ancient and desolate sound of war drums resonated within the City of Indomitability.

It was not magic striking the drums, but the Marquis of Heaven using his own heartbeat to strike the final war song of the human race!

Accompanied by the drumming, thirty-seven streaks of light shot into the sky from the city.

They were like thirty-seven stars refusing to fall, choosing to surge against the current beneath the crushing weight of the dark canopy.

Before the absolute disparity in numbers, their figures appeared so small, so insignificant, like fireflies colliding with a cosmic storm.

Yet, not a single streak of light hesitated or retreated.

With no thought of turning back, they marched toward death to find life!

The battle erupted the moment they touched, in a manner of unimaginable brutality!

In that instant, the entire world lost all color and sound, plunging into a state of ultimate chaos.

The collision of Dao Seals ignited a storm capable of annihilating everything.

"Open the Heavens!"

The Marquis of Heaven, hair and beard bristling, let out a heaven-shaking roar.

His only remaining right fist bloomed with unprecedented, brilliant light; he punched out, as if manifesting the supreme power to create the world.

Where the fist passed, the void shattered and chaos parted; a small world brimming with vitality was born from nothingness, instantly enveloping the dozen Marquis-level enemies at the forefront.

Within that world, mountains and rivers evolved, sun and moon rotated, life and death played out, eras shifted; infinite forces of creation and destruction began to frantically grind away at the Dao Seal origins of those dozen Marquises.

This was the Marquis of Heaven’s ultimate killing move: embodying the world, one fist, one world!

However, he faced too many enemies.

"Hmph, a deathbed struggle!"

A cold snort came from the outside.

Beyond that newly born world, more than thirty Marquis-level enemies struck simultaneously.

Over thirty divine chains of Dao Seals, each of different colors, struck the world’s barrier like spears piercing the heavens.

"Crack—"

In an instant, the seemingly stable small world, like porcelain struck by a hammer, filled with spiderweb-like cracks and then shattered with a roar.

"Pfft!"

The Marquis of Heaven was struck as if by lightning, coughing blood as he was sent flying backward.

Countless cracks appeared on his remaining arm, and golden Marquis blood seeped out incessantly.

"Hahaha! Exhilarating! Kill!"

On the other side, the Marquis of Fierce Martial had fallen into complete madness.

He chose no defense, instead igniting his own Marquis Dao Seal!

Roaring crimson flames erupted from his body, transforming him into a ten-thousand-foot-tall flame god of war.

His half-body, eroded by demonic energy, hissed as the Great Dao’s true fire burned, incinerating the black demonic aura but also accelerating the consumption of his own origin.

Wielding a spear of flame condensed from the Great Dao’s fire, he charged into the densest part of the enemy formation like an exploding neutron star, fearless of death.

"Die!"

The spear swept across, carrying a terrifying heat that incinerated all things, instantly slicing three Marquis-level enemies of his own rank in half, their souls turning to ash within the flames.

But two fists are no match for four hands.

"The Abyss Descends!"

A Demon Marquis from the Abyss world unleashed his Dao Seal.

Endless, pitch-black, viscous abyssal water appeared from thin air, forming a monstrous wave that slammed heavily onto the Marquis of Fierce Martial’s flame-god body.

Water and fire, the most fundamental of opposites, collided.

The Marquis of Fierce Martial’s divine fire was of a higher grade, but the sheer volume of the enemy’s "water" was overwhelming.

Amidst a series of teeth-grinding hisses, the flames on his body were extinguished and suppressed at a visible rate.

Seeing this, the Demon Marquis let out a sinister laugh, opening a maw large enough to swallow a star, and bit down viciously upon the Marquis of Fierce Martial.

"Squelch!"

The Marquis of Fierce Martial had half his torso, along with one of his arms, swallowed whole by the Demon Marquis.

"Ha... Hahahaha..."

In the final moments of his life, the Marquis felt not a shred of fear, but instead erupted into a heaven-shaking, manic laughter.

He stared at the Demon Marquis looming before him, his eyes burning with the madness of mutual destruction.

"You scum... come with me... to the grave!"

"BOOM—!!!!!"

Without a moment's hesitation, he detonated his final life essence and his remaining Marquis Dao Seal!

A colossal mushroom cloud billowed upward from the heart of the battlefield.

The terrifying blast even tore a gaping hole through the ranks of the myriad races.

The Abyss Demon Marquis who had devoured him bore the brunt of the strike; its massive head was pulverized in the self-destruction, and its gargantuan body plummeted helplessly toward the "Wound of the Dao Seal" below.

This scene was but a drop in the ocean of this brutal slaughter.

Elsewhere, a human Marquis who specialized in the sword was pierced simultaneously by five distinct Marquis-grade divine weapons.

A demonic spear ran through his heart, a divine axe split his skull, and four chains of Dao laws bound his limbs.

In the final instant before his consciousness faded, a flicker of resolve crossed his eyes.

"My body may perish, but my Dao... is immortal! The spine of the human race shall never bend!"

He let out a final, thunderous roar, and with his last ounce of strength, he reached into his own mangled back and tore his own spine out, vertebra by vertebra!

Drenched in blood and shards of his soul, the spine, infused with his indomitable will, transformed into a bone-white divine sword that pierced the heavens, its tip condensing the entirety of his life's understanding of the sword.

"Hum—"

The divine blade vibrated, emitting a sword-cry that echoed across the universe, striking with speed beyond space and time to pin the brow of his greatest enemy.

The triumphant smile on the alien Marquis’s face froze instantly, and then his entire body, soul and all, was shredded into nothingness by that invincible sword intent.

Having delivered this final blow, the Sword Marquis’s body could no longer hold together, dissolving into a rain of blood that fell across the sky.

"The human race... is undefeated!"

These were his final words to the world, filled with defiance and pride.

His blood was no ordinary fluid.

Every drop of golden Marquis-blood contained his shattered yet unyielding will to fight.

The blood rained down like a deluge, gouging deep, bottomless pits into the earth below; to this day, fierce sword qi still cuts through the edges of those craters, never fading even after ten thousand years.

The Marquis’s blood stained the blue sky crimson.

At this moment, the dark purple firmament seemed splashed with a layer of tragic, vivid red.

At the other end of the battlefield, the Ice-Heart Marquis, her white robes once pristine, was now soaked in both the blood of her enemies and her own.

Standing alone against eight peers, she had reached the end of her strength.

Watching comrade after comrade fall before her, dissolving into showers of light, a single clear tear finally traced a path down her frozen eyes.

The moment the tear fell, it turned into the purest of ice.

A poignant, serene smile graced her face, as if she saw her long-dead soulmate beckoning to her from afar.

"My love..."

She whispered softly, her hands slowly folding before her chest to form an arcane and ancient seal.

"Secret Technique—Eternal Frost!"

A terrifying chill, surpassing all limits, erupted from her body and swept outward in every direction.

Space, spiritual energy, consciousness, matter... at this moment, all seemed to have been pressed into a state of suspended animation.

Within that zone, the eight alien Marquises who had been besieging her found their sneers and murderous intent frozen in place.

Their bodies, along with the divine abilities they had unleashed and the domains they had manifested, were instantly encased in that ultimate cold, transformed into lifelike ice sculptures.

The Ice-Heart Marquis’s life force slowly dissipated within that crystalline world.

Her face remained forever fixed in that serene smile, becoming, alongside her enemies, an eternal, tragic tombstone upon this cruel battlefield.

From the very beginning, this battle had no room for technique or tactical finesse; there was only the most primitive, brutal slaughter and attrition.

Facing an enemy ten times their number, the human Marquises had but one choice: to use their lives and souls to practice the Dao they had sworn to protect.

One against ten, with no regrets even in death!

...

One hour, to a mortal, might be a brief afternoon nap.

But on this battlefield, it felt as long as an entire epoch.

As the heaven-shaking cries and roars gradually subsided, the battle finally drew to a close.

Above, more than two hundred formidable figures still hovered—the Marquises of the myriad races. Though nearly a hundred of them had fallen, their main force remained intact.

Opposite them, above the "City of Unyielding," only seven humans remained.

Of the thirty-seven Marquises, only seven were left.

The body of the Sky-Supporting Marquis was shattered, leaving only his upper torso attached to his head, yet he stubbornly stood upright in the void, leaning on a broken divine sword.

Golden blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, but the fighting spirit burning in his clouded eyes had not dimmed in the slightest.

Surrounding him was an impenetrable circle formed by over fifty alien Marquises.

The remaining six human Marquises were also at the end of their tether; they stood back-to-back, not a single inch of their bodies unscarred, their treasures shattered, forced to use their fists and broken limbs as their final weapons.

The outcome was clear.

The leader of the alien Marquises was a powerhouse from the Winged Race.

His entire body radiated a soft, divine light, and the twelve pairs of wings behind him beat slowly, appearing immensely holy and majestic.

He looked down at the flickering candle-like Sky-Supporting Marquis, and with a tone of pity and judgment, said coldly: "Human, it is over."

"Your resistance was heroic, but also foolish. Surrender, and I shall grant you a decent death, leaving your remains intact."

"The resurrection imprints have ceased; the outer islands must have been purged of humans by now, as no imprints have surfaced for a long time."

The Sky-Supporting Marquis struggled to lift his head. Hearing this, his blood-stained face suddenly broke into a brilliant, almost mocking smile.

He coughed up a mouthful of golden blood mixed with visceral fragments and laughed: "Over? Heh... no..."

"As long as one human still stands, this war will never end."

He turned his head with great effort to look at his six remaining comrades, seeing in each of their eyes the same resolve as his own.

They knew they would surely die this day.

They knew they might never see the hope they fought for arrive.

But they had no complaints, and no regrets.

They fought for their race, for the survival of their descendants, and they died for that ethereal yet truly existing "hope."

What if we are eternally sealed within the laws of this Dead-Meteor Island?

Sooner or later, the human race will reclaim this land and resurrect them!

They do not know that on the distant outer islands, far beyond their sight, a seed capable of turning the tides of heaven and earth is gathering the strength to break through the soil.

Their deaths today shall become the deepest, most tragic nourishment for that seed.

The blood they shed today will ultimately stain the glorious path for the return of that hero!

"Hahaha..."

Marquis Qingtian looked up and laughed, his voice filled with heroism and serenity.

He burned the last of his divine soul, and from his withered body erupted the most brilliant, dazzling light of his life.

The broken divine sword in his hand, infused with the fire of his soul, let out an unbearable hum, its radiance outshining even the stellar debris in the heavens.

"Humanity..."

Dragging his mangled body, he let out a final roar that shook the world, transforming into a resolute beam of light as he charged into the seemingly unshakable enemy formation composed of over fifty marquises from the myriad races.

"Total victory!!!"

Behind him, the remaining six human marquises, laughing wildly, burned everything they possessed, turning into six streaks of light that followed in his wake.

In that moment, it was as if seven suns had risen simultaneously over the inner island of the Dead-Meteor.

It ended in a blinding white light that swallowed all, accompanied by a terrifying roar capable of shattering the soul.

Heaven and earth returned to a deathly silence, leaving behind only an endless, tragic sorrow.

...

With the firmament as a curtain and the earth as a scroll.

On this day, the sky over the outer islands of the Dead-Meteor was thoroughly stained by an indescribable pathos emanating from the deepest reaches of the inner island.

The sky was no longer the leaden gray of a thousand years, but took on an eerie, dark red, as if scrubbed repeatedly by the blood of billions of souls until every inch of space was saturated.

The void wailed, the Dao seals trembled, and threads of visible order-chains, branded with the ultimate truths of the "Marquis" level, emerged from the depths of the cosmic origin, only to shatter instantly upon manifestation, raining down as a gorgeous yet desolate light upon this silent battlefield.

These were the final resonances of the origin imprints of fallen marquises as their Dao foundations collapsed—the last traces of their existence in the world.

A sudden, universal grief, covering the entire outer island, descended without warning.

Whether it was a human squad fighting a myriad-race patrol, a legion of the myriad races huddled in the "Blood Abyss" fortress, or a lone wolf licking its wounds in some hidden corner, all living beings stopped what they were doing at the same moment, looking up in horror at the blood-stained sky toward the inner island.

"What... what is that?"

A young human soldier’s voice trembled; he had never seen such a terrifying celestial phenomenon.

"It is the Dao seal... the Dao seal of a Marquis!"

Beside him, a veteran of countless battles spoke with a hoarse voice, his clouded eyes instantly filling with tears.

BOOM!!!

A sound that seemed to tear the soul apart came from the depths of the inner island, followed by a crimson "sun," more intense and violent than any star, which surged upward, branding a destructive light spot on the bloody firmament.

The core of that light, filled with a fierce, unyielding resolve to shatter rather than remain intact, exploded at the moment of its peak expansion!

The destructive shockwave transformed into visible ripples, sweeping across the horizon. Even at an immense distance, countless mountain ranges on the outer island groaned under the tremors of the aftershock; boulders tumbled, and the earth shook.

"It’s Marquis Liewu! It’s Marquis Liewu’s 'Solar Flare'! He... he detonated his Dao seal!"

A human commander’s eyes were bloodshot; he recognized that overbearing, peerless aura unique to Marquis Liewu.

However, this was only the beginning.

The first note of the requiem was played in the most tragic way.

Immediately after, before the crimson halo could dissipate, a sword shadow that reached the heavens pierced the entire firmament!

It was not a real sword, but a crystalline spine, as if carved from the hardest divine jade in the world!

It rang out, erupting with endless sharpness, slicing a massive gap through the thick, bloody clouds.

But the next moment, accompanied by a crisp, sorrowful sound of shattering, this earth-shattering spine-sword shadow began to break from the tip, crumbling segment by segment, finally dissipating into billions of light particles between heaven and earth.

"Marquis Jian..."

An old man who knew this veteran powerhouse—who had used his spine as a sword and remained unyielding his entire life—painfully closed his eyes.

The second movement of the requiem was the pride of bones that would rather break than bend.

Then, an extreme chill descended without warning.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any sharpness piercing the heavens.

Above the sky of the inner island, a colossal ice-blue lotus bloomed silently.

It was holy and beautiful, each petal seemingly containing a frozen world.

This was the final secret art, "Eternal Frost," unleashed by Marquis Bingxin at the cost of her life.

The third movement of the requiem was the resolve of withering.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Colossal light orbs, like suns, exploded one after another in the sky of the inner island.

Each explosion was accompanied by an even heavier downpour of blood, rendering the sky increasingly scarlet, like a massive, bleeding wound.

Thirty-seven human marquises, thirty-seven lights that had once illuminated an era, were extinguished one after another in this moment, like moths flying into a flame.

Finally, when the last explosion occurred—the golden Dao seal belonging to the Commander-in-Chief, Marquis Qingtian, containing his infinite will of protection and responsibility—shattered, a roar of defiance transformed into a tangible spiritual storm, piercing the distant spatial barriers and echoing in the depths of every soul on the outer islands of the Dead-Meteor.

"Humanity, fight to the death and never retreat!!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

That final, tragic cry contained the entire will of Marquis Qingtian and his six remaining comrades as they burned their last souls to launch their final charge.

This sound transcended the boundaries of language, becoming the purest resonance of the Dao, striking the souls of all who heard it.

Countless hidden human soldiers, the moment they heard this voice, wept, and toward the direction of the inner island, they roared with all their might in equal grief and indignation.

"Fight to the death and never retreat!!!"

Even the soldiers of the myriad races, feeling this pure and resolute will, could not help but feel a chill rising from the depths of their souls.

They could not understand what kind of madmen could erupt with such earth-shaking battle intent while knowing they were doomed to die in a hopeless situation.

The final chapter of the requiem was written as an epic of defiance, ending with the total annihilation of the heroes.

...

On the outer island, in a temporarily excavated underground cavern covered by dozens of top-tier concealment arrays.

The light here was dim, save for a singularity emitting a soft glow, suspended in the center of the cavern like the first point before the birth of the universe, exuding the essence of both beginning and end.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged beneath the singularity; his tightly closed eyes snapped open the moment the first Dao seal exploded in the sky.

In those deep eyes, which seemed capable of swallowing the stars, the tragic scenes of the heroes' final moments were clearly reflected.

He did not weep, nor did he roar.

He simply watched, like the most faithful chronicler, branding every shattering chain, every spray of falling blood, and every unyielding roar into the deepest reaches of his soul.

Qin Feng could clearly "see" the self-detonation of the Marquis of Lie Wu's Dao Seal, its instantaneous release of spiritual energy sufficient to reduce a small planet to cosmic dust.

He could "hear" the Marquis of Sword's spine shatter, that unyielding intent of the blade still ringing in the void, refusing to fade.

Qin Feng could even "understand" the weight of responsibility and the depth of despair carried by the Marquis of Qingtian's final cry of "Kill!"

"Marquis of Qingtian... Marquis of Lie Wu... all you predecessors..."

Long after the celestial anomalies had subsided, leaving only a silent, falling rain of blood, Qin Feng finally spoke, his voice low and raspy, like the grinding of rusted metal.

He recited every name he held dear.

Not long ago, these names represented vibrant, flesh-and-blood lives—the final guardians of the human race on the Isle of Death.

Now, they were nothing more than blood-stained brands etched into his memory.

If he failed, none of them could ever be resurrected.

"Your blood shall not have been shed in vain."

He slowly closed his eyes, pressing the crimson sky, the boundless grief, and all his murderous intent into the deepest recesses of his heart.

These emotions, like the highest grade of nuclear fuel, were cast without hesitation into the slowly rotating Primal Singularity within him.

"I have marked this debt."

Qin Feng’s voice regained its calm.

"It shall be repaid with the blood and bones of ten thousand races...!"

Boom!

The moment the words fell, the Primal Singularity within him, sensing the compressed intensity of his will, began to spin at a terrifying, unprecedented speed!

The framework of his "Path of Extremity" secret technique, initially only twenty percent theoretically complete, surged tenfold in its derivation and construction under the impetus of such extreme grief and resolve.

Runes, penned with "pure black" mental energy and inked with thirty billion body-refining techniques, were deduced, created, and branded into the Primal Singularity with peerless efficiency.

The grand blueprint, intended to transform his flesh into a "Primal Furnace Array," was moving from illusory theory to solid reality at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qin Feng clenched his fists.

Only by turning himself into the sharpest blade, a blade capable of severing this desperate fate, could he offer the best tribute to these fallen marquises.

...

Blood Abyss Fortress.

Built in the core of the outer Isle of Death and cast from countless divine metals and the remains of the powerful, this war fortress served as the headquarters for the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races.

At this moment, in stark and jarring contrast to the tragic atmosphere permeating the world, the fortress was engulfed in a deafening ocean of revelry.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

"The old dogs of the human race are all dead!!"

"Hahaha, the inner island! We have finally taken the inner island!"

Countless powerful beings of various races—the armored Crystal race, the massive Stone race, the metallic-sheened Mechanical race...

They raised their blood-stained weapons high, letting out primitive, ecstatic roars in their respective tongues.

The news of the victory at the inner island acted like the most potent stimulant, injected into the veins of every warrior.

For fifteen hundred years, they had been suppressed by a phantom named "Qin." That elusive shadow, like a Damoclean sword hanging over their heads, had robbed them of sleep and made every mission a harrowing ordeal.

Now, with the humans of the inner island annihilated, the Alliance could finally concentrate all its power to deal with this last, festering threat.

The pent-up frustration and fear of a millennium transformed into frenzied joy and bloodthirsty intent.

Inside the central command hall, the holographic projections of the Emperor-level existences, such as the Prism Emperor and the Zero Emperor, stood silently amidst the waves of celebration.

Though a faint smile played on their lips, their deep eyes held only the cold, rational insight of those who see the whole board.

They were the decision-makers, the chess players; they would not be blinded by the victory of a single battle like common soldiers.

The Prism Emperor slowly raised his hand.

A simple gesture, yet it seemed to carry the weight of a command that reality itself must obey.

The clamor, loud enough to overturn the fortress, ceased in a single second, plunging the hall into an eerie silence.

Every powerful being turned their fanatical gaze toward one of their supreme commanders.

"The victory at the inner island is worth celebrating."

The Prism Emperor’s voice was not loud, yet it reached every ear with unquestionable majesty.

"But this is merely the first step."

His gaze, like a physical blade, swept over every commander present. "Always remember, our true enemy, that phantom named 'Qin,' still lurks in some corner of the outer island like a rat in a gutter."

"I admit, we all underestimated him before."

The Prism Emperor’s tone held a rare hint of introspection. "He is like a poison thorn, embedded deep in our flesh. Until he is pulled out, we shall know no peace."

He shifted his tone, becoming sharp.

"To this end, we formed the 'Hunter' squad, composed of our six top divine-prodigy talents like Shi Lan and Wu Hen.

But facts have proven that this needle-in-a-haystack elite hunting is far too slow!

The outer island is too vast; finding an 'Extreme Black Hole' that is determined to hide is nothing but a fool's errand."

"However..."

The corners of the Prism Emperor’s mouth curled into a cruel arc. "What we lack least is time and manpower! The blockade of the Isle of Death still has thirty thousand years remaining!"

Thirty thousand years!

Hearing this, the breathing of every powerful being in the hall quickened.

The Prism Emperor’s hologram waved a hand, and the massive star map behind him shifted, revealing the detailed three-dimensional topography of the outer Isle of Death.

A striking red line, representing the highest directive, ignited from the Blood Abyss Fortress.

The line began to spread in all directions, eventually forming a massive red ring that enclosed the fortress.

"Now, I announce the Alliance’s supreme strategic directive."

The Prism Emperor’s voice, like a winter gale, scraped against every heart.

"Abandon all ineffective squad-hunting modes!"

"All combat units, all legions, starting from the Blood Abyss Fortress, shall form the 'Extinction Front'!"

His finger pointed heavily at the red ring.

"The front will deploy in a long, serpentine formation, like a comb, beginning from the core and moving toward the edge of the outer island, inch by inch, slowly and unswervingly!"

"There is only one directive: destroy everything you see along your path!"

"Level the mountains! Evaporate the rivers! Collapse the caverns!"

"Burn every inch of land beneath your feet! Vaporize every ocean before your eyes! Turn everything in your wake into a dead zone where no life can survive!"

"I care not what methods you use; even if you must scrape the surface of the entire outer island three thousand feet deep, you will dig that rat named 'Qin' out of his hole!!"

The Prism Emperor’s voice echoed through the hall, every word dripping with unquestionable, blood-soaked cruelty.

The assembled champions of the myriad races stood momentarily stunned.

They had envisioned countless intricate tactics and sophisticated strategies for encirclement, yet never had they imagined such a command from the highest echelons.

This... this could no longer be called a tactic.

It was the most foolish, primitive, and unreasonable method imaginable.

But in the next instant, a glint of excitement and cruelty ignited in every pair of eyes.

True, it was foolish.

But it was also the most effective!

It completely abandoned all pretense of skill and strategy, relying entirely on the one thing the Alliance of Myriad Races prided itself on most in this theater of war—absolute power and absolute time!

They intended to use this crushing, unstoppable momentum, like Mount Tai descending, to pulverize the variable that was Qin Feng.

This was an open conspiracy.

A display of overwhelming, righteous force.

They meant to tell Qin Feng, and all the surviving humans:

In the face of absolute power, all your struggles are meaningless.

You may hide, you may cower.

But we will erase the very world you inhabit, along with you, into nothingness.

"ROAR!!!"

After a brief silence, a roar ten times more frenzied than before erupted within the Blood Abyss Fortress.

It was no longer a cheer for victory, but a bloodthirsty craving to participate in an unprecedented, genocidal purge.

Orders cascaded from the fortress, and the legions stationed across every sector, like a vast war machine jolted to life, began to congregate slowly toward the Blood Abyss.

A web of death, woven by millions of troops, slow yet inexorable, was beginning to unfurl.

...

In the outer islands, deep within a remote asteroid belt far from the standard shipping lanes.

Tens of thousands of asteroids of varying sizes formed a natural barrier, perfectly insulating all traces of life within.

Inside a hollowed-out giant asteroid, in a crude, makeshift base, Cang Lang and the ten thousand surviving human soldiers huddled together.

The entire base was shrouded in a pall of deathly silence and despair.

They, too, had witnessed the tragic, heaven-mourning spectacle from the inner islands.

They, too, had heard the final, defiant war cries of the Marquis of Heaven-Reaching and his kin.

Every soldier’s face was streaked with tears, their eyes burning with grief and indignation, but beneath it all lay a bone-deep sense of powerlessness.

They longed to rush out, to provide support, to die alongside their comrades-in-arms.

But they could not.

Cang Lang’s orders held their impulses in a death grip.

They were the last remaining strength of the human race in the outer islands, the final embers of hope.

If they fell, then humanity would truly be defeated in this desperate war.

But where did the future lie?

No one knew.

Every heart sank into an endless abyss.

Just then, a faint but high-clearance communication request suddenly chimed in Cang Lang’s [Lord of Extremes Military Seal].

Cang Lang shuddered, his hands trembling as he accepted the connection.

When that familiar, calm voice reached his ears, a flash of incredulous brilliance ignited in his bloodshot eyes.

He felt like a traveler drowning in an endless, dark ocean who had finally grasped a straw of salvation falling from the heavens.

"War Marshal?"

"It is I."

Qin Feng’s voice was terrifyingly calm, devoid of the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if the earth-shattering tragedy that had just transpired had left no mark upon him.

Yet, this extreme composure acted like a shot of adrenaline, instantly injecting itself into Cang Lang’s near-collapsed heart, miraculously steadying his chaotic thoughts.

"Cang Lang, listen."

Qin Feng’s voice transmitted clearly through the military seal. "We have all seen the sacrifices made on the inner island. Now is not the time for grief."

Without a hint of hesitation, he concisely informed Cang Lang of the Alliance’s latest movements—the "Extinction Front" strategy he had just detected through his nano-reconnaissance network.

"...Their plan is simple, brutal, and lethally effective. With our current strength, any form of active resistance or passive harassment is meaningless."

Qin Feng’s tone was as cold as eternal ice. "It would only expose your position instantly, inviting a devastating strike capable of vaporizing this entire asteroid belt."

Cang Lang’s heart plummeted.

He did not doubt Qin Feng’s judgment for a second.

Once that line of extinction pushed forward, their ten thousand souls would be crushed to dust without even a ripple.

"Then... War Marshal, what should we do?"

Cang Lang’s voice carried a trace of helplessness he had not even realized was there.