Chapter 311: Ultimate Body Completed, Creating the Divine Path! One Person Destroys an Army of Millions

Chapter 311: The Ultimate Body Formed, A New Divine Path Created! One Man Against a Million Soldiers! The Island of Death, I Shall Bear It Alone!

The moment Qin Feng’s words—plain yet steeped in boundless carnage—fell, the entire world seemed to freeze in its tracks.

"Now, it is my turn."

"Qin is here to kill you all!"

The voice was not loud, yet it struck the center of the battlefield like an invisible giant hammer, slamming into the heart of every living soul present.

The monstrous battle intent suppressed for three thousand years, the endless killing aura accumulated over three millennia, erupted like a volcano that had slumbered for eons!

BOOM!

A terrifying aura, beyond the reach of words, surged from Qin Feng as the epicenter, transforming into a tangible shockwave that swept across the horizon in every direction!

This aura was pure, extreme, and devoid of any arcane laws, yet it was more overbearing and heart-stopping than any law could ever be.

It was pure, condensed, ultimate... killing intent!

Where the shockwave passed, the void shattered inch by inch, and the earth was stripped bare by a layer. Even the blood-red phantom beast in the sky, formed from the slaughterous aura of a million soldiers, let out a pained wail under the impact, its massive form dimming significantly.

At the forefront of the army, the six God-Forbidden prodigies, led by Shi Lan, stood ready and rested, bearing the brunt of the onslaught.

Their protective divine lights crackled and popped under the pressure of this killing intent, as if on the verge of shattering.

The expressions of all six changed in unison, and they each took half a step back, barely managing to steady their footing.

A mere burst of aura had forced back six God-Forbidden masters!

In that moment, the slight contempt they had harbored—born of their overwhelming numbers and the backing of the Emperors—vanished, replaced by unprecedented gravity and terror.

They finally understood that three thousand years had not dulled this man’s edge; instead, it had forged him into a weapon of unparalleled lethality and terror!

And this earth-shattering transformation had only just begun.

As Qin Feng’s killing and battle intent climbed to their zenith, his nascent "Ultimate Body" seemed to sense its master’s call, resonating deeply with his Heavenly Derivative Armaments for the first time.

Hum—hum—hum—

Clear, resonant vibrations echoed from every part of Qin Feng’s body, as if the Great Dao itself were singing a hymn for the birth of a deity.

The first to change was the Ultimate Power Armor clinging to his skin.

This Heavenly Derivative Armament, tempered by the Lord of Extremes, had always been in perfect sync with Qin Feng’s aura.

Now, infused with the energy of his Ultimate Body—radiant as a rising sun—the armor’s once-subdued metallic luster began to flow with a faint, white, precious light, identical to the glow upon his own skin.

As the light circulated, the very material of the armor seemed to undergo a fundamental metamorphosis.

It was no longer an external secret treasure; it had become an extension of Qin Feng’s "Ultimate Path," a part of his own flesh and blood!

Threads of microscopic runes, nearly invisible to the naked eye, emerged on every plate of the armor, etching and forming themselves. The structure of these runes was profoundly mysterious; a closer look would reveal them to be [Ultimate Arrays], shrunk a billion-fold!

The billions of arrays on the armor achieved perfect synchronization and resonance with the billions of cellular nodes within Qin Feng’s body.

Qin Feng felt his body grow light, the sensation of wearing armor vanishing entirely, replaced by a feeling of wholeness where power was amplified, magnified, and cycled endlessly.

He was the armor; the armor was him!

Next was the Star-Swallowing Spear gripped in his hand!

This divine weapon, which had accompanied him through years of battle, seemed to sense its master’s rebirth. The shaft vibrated violently, emitting an excited hum as if cheering for the slaughter to come.

With a thought from Qin Feng, the ancient and mysterious [Primordial Furnace] in his Dantian roared to life.

A stream of pure, ultimate essence—flecked with the faint aura of nine-colored divine lightning—surged through his meridians and into the spear!

Crack!

A sharp sound rang out like a thunderbolt from the heavens.

The Star-Swallowing Spear, once pitch-black and capable of devouring all light, began to emit a brilliant, dazzling white glow from within.

The light was so pure, so domineering, it felt like the very first ray of light at the dawn of creation.

The radiance spread rapidly; in a single breath, the entire spear completed its transformation.

The original darkness was utterly replaced, leaving the weapon crystalline and translucent, like a Spear of Judgment forged from light itself!

The spear shimmered with flowing colors, and the faint sound of the Great Dao echoed around it.

The sharpness of the tip reached an inconceivable level; as it hung suspended, the surrounding void seemed unable to withstand its edge, retreating and twisting to form a circle of fine, black ripples.

"Indeed, the infinite evolution and growth of the Heavenly Derivative Armaments align perfectly with my Ultimate Path. These two armaments have already filled two of my array nodes!"

Qin Feng was overjoyed.

He had not expected such a change in the Heavenly Derivative Armaments, which boosted his strength by at least another thirty percent!

The final transformation came from behind Qin Feng.

BOOM!

A pair of massive black wings, capable of blotting out the sky, snapped open!

The Black Sky Wings!

Previously, Qin Feng could use them, but he had never fully refined all the internal restrictions.

Yet now, he did not need to consciously exert his spiritual power. The mere aura naturally emitted by the [Primordial Furnace]—the source of all laws, the beginning of the Great Dao—brushed against the core of the wings.

Snap! Snap! Snap...

A series of crisp sounds, like chains breaking, echoed repeatedly within the wings.

The remaining one hundred and eight indestructible core restrictions, which would have required ages of painstaking effort to refine, melted like snow under the summer sun before this aura, fully mastered in an instant!

An unprecedented sensation of connection, as if the wings were part of his own blood and pulse, flooded Qin Feng’s mind.

He felt these wings were no longer an external object, but an organ truly grown from his own spine.

With this total mastery, the appearance of the wings underwent a miraculous change.

The massive black wings remained as deep as the night, seemingly capable of devouring one’s soul, but every feather was now edged with a blindingly sharp white light.

Black and white, stark and contrasting!

It was a contradictory beauty, filled with the intertwining of the sacred and the destructive—the dawn above the abyss, the light of judgment in the eternal night!

Man, armor, spear, wings.

In just a few breaths, under the gaze of a million soldiers and six God-Forbidden prodigies, Qin Feng completed his first and most thorough explosion of power since ascending to the rank of Domain Lord!

He hung there silently: the Ultimate Body flowing with white light, the power armor etched with billions of arrays, the Spear of Judgment made of light, and the Wings of Eternal Night rimmed with radiance... the four merged perfectly into one, inseparable and whole.

"This... this is..."

At the front of the army, Shi Lan—the God-Forbidden prodigy of the Stone Clan, possessor of an peerlessly tough physique and the keenest sense for power—felt his pupils shrink to the size of needles.

His body, tall as a mountain and composed of the hardest source stone, trembled uncontrollably, driven by instinct.

He realized with horror that Qin Feng now gave off an indescribable sense of "completeness."

It was a perfect closed loop, without a single flaw or weakness.

The man was the core, the armor the extension, the spear the edge, and the wings the speed.

Attack, defense, speed, power... everything was perfectly unified under the concept of the "Ultimate."

He sought to strike, only to find that from every angle, he faced a singular, impenetrable whole.

He sought to defend, yet felt his immortal stone body grow as fragile as thin parchment before the edge of that spear.

"What a terrifying sense of oppression..."

Nearby, the descendant of the Star-Sky Behemoth—Baxia, renowned for his peerless defense—let out a low, uneasy growl.

His muscles were already knotted and taut, and the combat instincts inherited deep within his bloodline were screaming warnings at him, warnings of a magnitude he had never encountered in his life!

The man before him posed a threat a hundred, a thousand times more terrifying than a Marquis-level human powerhouse he had once glimpsed from afar.

It was not merely a suppression of life hierarchy, but a crushing dominance of the "Dao" itself.

It was as if the opponent’s very existence was designed to negate everything he took pride in.

Wuhen, Ruling, Death-Seven, and Morning-Light—the other four God-Forbidden prodigies—also stood with faces as dark as water, their eyes filled with uncertainty and dread.

They were the pinnacle monsters of their respective races, having witnessed countless powerhouses, yet none had ever inflicted such a massive visual and psychological impact.

This had already transcended their understanding of the "Domain Lord" realm.

He was truly the top-tier prodigy who had summoned the Nine-Colored Lightning Tribulation and birthed the prototype of a Divine Path!

However, Qin Feng gave them no more time to think or prepare.

The moment his divine armor resonated, facing the murderous torrent of steel formed by the million-strong army and the six God-Forbidden prodigies whose auras were as deep as the sea, he used no earth-shattering secret arts, nor did he utter a single word of superfluous nonsense.

He simply, slowly, and calmly raised the Star-Swallowing spear in his hand.

The spear, glowing like light itself, was held in one hand, its tip pointing toward the horizon.

The simplest, purest of opening stances.

Yet, the moment he assumed this posture, Qin Feng’s entire temperament shifted once more.

If he had been a peerless weapon of war with his edge exposed, he was now a sheathed blade; the next time it drew, it would be with a brilliance that shook the heavens!

What is the limit of speed?

It is light.

In the universe, no mortal creature can move faster than light.

What is the limit of penetration?

It is a point.

Compress all "surfaces" into an infinitely small "point," and the pressure becomes infinite, capable of piercing anything.

Then, what is the ultimate attack?

It is to compress all the strength of one’s body, all insights into secret arts, all unyielding will, all monstrous killing intent—to compress every last bit of this into the theoretically infinitesimal "singularity" at the spear's tip, and then, at a speed a thousand times that of light, unleash it!

This was what Qin Feng defined as his strike—extreme speed!

It was also his ultimate interpretation of the secret art "Inch-Light" after forging his extreme body.

To outsiders, he had merely raised his spear in a mundane fashion.

But in his own world, an energy storm comparable to the Big Bang was brewing within him.

In his Dantian, the [Primal Furnace] was roaring at an unprecedented frequency!

It squeezed out every drop of the Nine-Colored Divine Lightning essence he had just devoured and refined, converting it into the most violent, high-level torrent of energy!

The [Extreme Array] spread throughout his body was pushed to its limit at this moment!

Trillions of cellular nodes, like trillions of supernovae exploding in unison, channeled their power through an unfathomably profound resonant trajectory, perfectly integrated and drawn together like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, finally converging into his right arm.

Within his sea of consciousness, his spiritual power, having reached the legendary "pure black" quality, transformed into an invisible yet indestructible web.

It became the perfect "vessel," binding that terrifying power—capable of easily destroying a galaxy—tightly and without the slightest leakage, onto the gleaming tip of the spear!

The power reached its zenith.

Then...

Qin Feng’s figure vanished from where he stood.

Without any warning.

No spatial fluctuation of teleportation, no energy leakage from tearing space, not even a sonic boom or air wave caused by excessive speed.

He simply vanished into thin air.

Because his speed had already far surpassed the visual nerves and even the soul-perception limits of ninety-nine point nine percent of the beings present!

Ten thousand times the speed of light!!

In the suddenly constricted pupils of the six God-Forbidden prodigies, and under the bewildered gaze of the million-strong army, the only thing they could capture was—

A beam of light.

An extremely brilliant white line that pierced through heaven and earth!

Starting from where Qin Feng had stood, this beam of light, at a speed beyond the comprehension of thought, surged forward in a straight line, striking deep into the heart of the boundless army of ten thousand races!

Wherever the light passed, time seemed to have been pressed on pause.

Space was solidified.

Sound vanished.

Everything fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

Along that straight, hundred-mile-wide trajectory of light, the figures of countless powerhouses were frozen in that instant.

There were Black Hole-level powerhouses whose faces still held savage grins as they prepared to attack; ordinary Domain Lord-level soldiers whose eyes were filled with the fanaticism for military merit; there were even high-level Domain Lords commanding the army, who had just sensed the danger and wore expressions of alarm and astonishment...

Yet, regardless of their cultivation, their race, or their thoughts, the moment they touched that white line, all their expressions, actions, and intentions became eternal.

Their bodies, along with their immortal souls, were completely and silently decomposed into the most primitive, infinitesimal fundamental particles within that ultimate radiance.

No earth-shattering explosion.

No harrowing screams.

No cruel scenes of flying flesh and blood.

There was only the most thorough, the cleanest, and the most tyrannical—annihilation!

From existence to nothingness, all in the instant that light flashed by.

When the light that pierced the heavens dissipated as abruptly as it had appeared, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence that lasted for several seconds.

All surviving soldiers of the ten thousand races, whether in the front or the rear, stared blankly, like sleepwalkers, at the inconceivable scene before them.

In the center of their million-strong army, which had been perfectly ordered and bristling with killing intent, a "path" had appeared.

A path a hundred miles wide and tens of thousands of miles long, extending from the front of the formation to the very edge of their vision—an absolute vacuum, a "corridor of death."

Within the corridor, there was nothing.

No corpses, no blood, no broken armor, not even a speck of dust.

The earth, the mountains, and all the living beings upon them had been neatly "erased," leaving behind a smooth, mirror-like, bottomless black wound.

On both sides of the corridor, those soldiers who had luckily escaped the path of the attack stood stiffly in place, as if under a binding spell.

Some among them let their weapons clatter to the ground, the crisp, metallic ringing sounding jarringly sharp in the deathly silence of the battlefield.

Their eyes were hollow, their mouths hung open in a vacant stupor, as if their very souls had been siphoned away by that blinding, ultimate radiance.

"What was that?"

Finally, a trembling voice, choked with the raw edge of a sob, shattered the suffocating stillness.

"I... I didn't see... I didn't see anything at all!"

"Where are the living? The Third Legion... the Fourth Legion... and the center of the Fifth Legion... where did they go?!"

"Dead... they are all dead..."

A Domain-level powerhouse, standing nearest to the edge of the path, felt his legs give way and collapsed, muttering incoherently, "Just that one strike... all gone... everything is gone..."

Fear.

Like an invisible plague, it spread with frantic speed from that corridor of death, consuming the hundreds of thousands of surviving soldiers of the myriad races.

What had happened in that fleeting moment?

No one could truly say.

But every soul present understood one grim fact.

In that single, infinitesimal instant, at least a hundred thousand elite warriors—none below the rank of Limit Black Hole—had been utterly and permanently erased from existence, without even the slightest chance to react!

A hundred thousand troops, annihilated in one blow!

...

The fanaticism and martial spirit of the Allied Myriad Races were shattered by that spear, replaced by a cold, uncontrollable terror rising from the deepest recesses of their souls.

They gazed at that figure as if looking up at a true god, stepped from ancient myth, who held the power of life and death in his hands.

Yet, a God-Forbidden prodigy is, in the end, a God-Forbidden prodigy.

They stood at the pinnacle, above billions of trillions of beings, each possessing an invincible conviction and an unyielding will.

After the brief shock came a towering fury and a chilling intent to kill!

"Form ranks!!"

A roar, resonant with the strength of metal and stone, erupted from Shi Lan.

His body, forged of divine stone, flared with brilliant light, his stature instantly swelling to ten thousand feet, like an ancient mountain supporting the heavens.

His voice, like a thunderclap, jolted his five companions from their stupor.

"This beast has grown too powerful; his strength far exceeds our estimations. Hold nothing back. Use the ultimate killing moves and suppress him here once and for all!"

Shi Lan’s voice was grave, his gem-like eyes devoid of any lingering contempt, replaced by unprecedented vigilance and resolve.

"Roar!!"

Ba Xia, the Starry Sky Behemoth renowned for his defense, let out a cry that shook the universe.

His muscles knotted, bulging like tectonic plates, and a colossal, shadowy phantom of a black tortoise shell manifested over his body, inscribed with ancient, obscure cosmic runes.

"Absolute Defense: True Form of Xuanwu! I want to see if your spear is sharper, or my shell thicker!"

His voice was wild and confident; as a God-Forbidden, he held his own pride. He did not believe anyone of the same rank could pierce his ultimate defense in a single strike!

"Sinner, face judgment!"

The Arbiter’s voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

He raised his hands high, and a spear of judgment, forged from law and radiating blinding white light, appeared in his grasp.

Where the tip pointed, the void itself seemed to freeze under the supreme will of "judgment" that governs all things.

"Spear of Judgment, locking onto causality—you have nowhere to hide!"

"Purify your evil in the light!"

Chen Guang pressed his palms together, and holy radiance surged from his body, forming a massive, sacred barrier before him, woven from billions of luminous runes.

This barrier possessed not only physical defense but also an absolute suppression against all negative energy and soul-based attacks.

Simultaneously, the two most treacherous figures moved.

Si Qi’s silhouette dissolved like ink dropped into water, silently merging into the shadows behind him, leaving not a trace of his aura.

Only a cold, chilling thought echoed in the void: "Your death shall be my most perfect masterpiece."

As for Wu Hen, he stood motionless from start to finish, not even twitching a finger.

But within his silver eyes, a towering mental storm had already begun to rage.

An invisible, intangible, yet condensed "Soul-Extinguishing Needle"—capable of instantly obliterating the souls of every living being on a habitable planet—had silently crossed the distance of space, striking directly at Qin Feng’s sea of consciousness!

The six God-Forbidden prodigies, the six representatives of the absolute peak combat power among the Domain-level myriad races, acted in perfect unison, unleashing their strongest offensive and defensive maneuvers!

The Light of Judgment, the Barrier of Radiance, the True Form of Xuanwu, the Soul-Extinguishing Needle, the lethal intent hidden in the void, and Shi Lan’s impending strike, capable of shattering stars!

Six powers representing the extremes of different domains erupted at once, forming a seemingly seamless, unbreakable net of death, completely enveloping Qin Feng!

Yet, facing a joint strike that would drive any Marquis-level powerhouse to despair, Qin Feng’s face remained entirely devoid of expression.

His figure vanished from where he stood.

It was not teleportation, nor was it the tearing of space.

It was that his speed had once again surpassed the sensory limits of every God-Forbidden prodigy present!

He transformed into a streak of white light—a light purer than the Arbiter’s judgment, more brilliant than Chen Guang’s barrier—and charged directly into the domain of death woven by the six ultimate techniques.

He did not choose to break them one by one.

He chose to face all six, alone!

"Boom—!"

The first to collide with the white light was the Arbiter’s Spear of Judgment, the weapon that supposedly locked onto causality and allowed no escape.

Yet, the result caused the Arbiter’s pupils to contract violently.

Qin Feng’s Star-Swallowing Spear merely traced a light arc through the void, yet it contained the supreme truth of the "Limit" Dao.

The spear of law, capable of judging all things, was sliced through as easily as fragile tofu the moment it touched the spearhead, dissolving into a rain of light that vanished without a trace.

"What?!"

The Arbiter was struck with horror.

Immediately after, the white light slammed into Chen Guang’s Barrier of Radiance.

The sacred wall, composed of billions of runes, let out a groaning creak of unbearable strain, and then, countless cracks spread like spiderwebs before it shattered with a thunderous roar!

At the same time, Wu Hen’s "Soul-Extinguishing Needle," capable of erasing an ordinary Marquis, finally reached Qin Feng’s sea of consciousness.

A cruel, cold smirk curled the corner of Wu Hen’s mouth.

He could already see the wretched sight of Qin Feng’s soul annihilating, blood pouring from his seven orifices.

But in the next second, his smile froze completely.

The moment his Soul-Extinguishing Needle entered Qin Feng’s sea of consciousness, it was like a clay ox entering the sea—no, it was like snow melting into the core of a star!

That sea of consciousness was not an ocean at all, but a pitch-black universe of mental energy, radiating the aura of the "Primordial"!

His mental assault failed to stir even a ripple before being utterly devoured and assimilated by that terrifying, pitch-black psychic power.

"Pah!"

Wu Hen was struck as if by lightning, vomiting a mouthful of blood; the backlash against his spiritual essence left him instantly crippled, his eyes filled with unprecedented terror and disbelief.

At that very moment, Qin Feng’s figure appeared before him like a phantom.

Before he could even react, he saw a long spear wreathed in white divine light expanding rapidly within his field of vision.

"No—"

A spear pierced his heart!

Wu Hen’s body, along with his soul, was instantly annihilated by the horrific killing intent imbued in the spearhead.

All of this transpired in the blink of an eye.

"Wu Hen!"

Shi Lan and the others were consumed by fury and despair.

"You court death!"

Ba Xia roared, driving his massive Xuanwu true form as he charged headlong at Qin Feng, attempting to use his formidable defense to buy time for his companion.

Qin Feng did not even glance at him; he struck back with his spear, the tip moving with the grace of an antelope’s horns—untraceable, yet striking the phantom image of the giant Xuanwu shell with pinpoint precision.

There was no earth-shattering boom.

Only a crisp, glass-like "crack" echoed through the air.

In the face of Ba Xia’s petrified, horrified gaze, his pride and joy—the so-called absolute defense of the Xuanwu—shattered inch by inch from the point of impact, disintegrating instantly like glass struck by a hammer.

"This is impossible!!"

These were the last words Ba Xia would ever speak in this world.

Qin Feng’s momentum remained unchecked; after shattering the defense, the spear’s lingering power effortlessly pierced through Ba Xia’s body, which was as tough as divine metal.

"Boom!"

Ba Xia’s mountain-like frame exploded, dissolving into a mist of blood.

Another God-Forbidden prodigy had fallen!

"There he is!"

Si Qi, who had merged with the shadows, finally found what he believed to be the moment of Qin Feng’s exhaustion.

He erupted from a twisted shadow, his poisoned dagger turning into a streak of black light as he thrust toward Qin Feng’s heart.

Yet, what he met were Qin Feng’s cold, emotionless eyes, which had already locked onto his position.

"How could this be..."

Si Qi was struck with panic.

Qin Feng did not even turn around; his pitch-black mental energy had already formed an invisible hand, completely sealing the space around him.

Si Qi realized with horror that his vaunted art of assassination was nothing more than a child’s trick before this man.

What greeted him was a lightning-fast backhanded thrust!

The spear emerged from an impossible angle, forcing him out of the void and pinning him to the ground, obliterating both body and soul!

Cai Jue, Chen Guang, and Shi Lan, the three remaining God-Forbidden prodigies, were now utterly terrified.

Too fast!

Too strong!

This was no battle; it was a one-sided slaughter!

"Flee!"

The thought rose simultaneously in all three minds, beyond their control.

Stripped of all fighting spirit, they turned into three streaks of light, fleeing frantically in different directions.

"Can you escape?"

Qin Feng’s icy voice, like the verdict of a grim reaper, rang out behind them.

The Star-Swallowing spear left his hand, transforming into a soul-chasing bolt of white lightning that struck Cai Jue through the chest before he could pull away.

Cai Jue’s figure stalled in mid-air, then shattered into a thousand points of light under the spear’s terrifying force.

Simultaneously, the black-feathered wings with white edges on Qin Feng’s back flared, and he vanished, reappearing directly in Chen Guang’s path.

"No!"

Chen Guang, the holy Son of Light, was now etched with pure terror.

Qin Feng responded with the raw physical power of his Limit Body.

A single punch collapsed the void, shattering Chen Guang’s body and his barrier of light, reducing them to primitive particles.

Only one remained: Shi Lan.

He was the strongest of the six, and he had fled the furthest.

But when he looked back, he saw with horror that Qin Feng had already appeared behind him, his fair, slender hand—seemingly containing the power of a universe—reaching for his head.

"True Interpretation of Divine Stone: Starburst!"

In his desperation, Shi Lan unleashed his full potential; his massive divine body contracted, and every ounce of his power, countless secret treasures, and arrays detonated, all converging into his right arm to form a star of destructive brilliance, which he slammed against Qin Feng’s fist.

This was his strongest strike, his final trump card as a God-Forbidden prodigy!

Yet, before Qin Feng, it all seemed so laughable.

"Boom—!"

Fist collided with "star."

The result plunged Shi Lan into eternal despair.

His arm, along with half of his divine stone body, was pulverized into dust the moment it touched that irresistible, pure, and ultimate force!

"What… is this power…"

Amidst endless terror and resentment, Qin Feng’s second punch landed on his skull.

"Bang!"

The skull shattered, and the soul was extinguished.

Qin Feng’s Limit Body was simply too tyrannical! Strength, speed, and defense—all pushed to the absolute extreme!

Combined with his terrifying, pitch-black mental energy, Qin Feng was now capable of battling even a Marquis!

...

The six God-Forbidden prodigies of the myriad races had all fallen.

The entire process occurred in the blink of an eye.

From Qin Feng’s second assault to the death of all six prodigies, it had taken less than three breaths!

The so-called supreme domain lords of the myriad races, the so-called god-forbidden prodigies, were as fragile as paper before Qin Feng, who had forged the "Ultimate Body"; not one could withstand a single blow!

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

All the surviving warriors of the myriad races stood as if petrified, staring blankly at the figure suspended in the void, beneath whose feet lay the mangled remains of the six great god-forbidden masters, their very breathing forgotten.

Their convictions, their pride, and their spiritual pillars were, in this moment, utterly shattered.

...

On the edge of the distant outer island of the Dead Meteor Isle, within a chaotic wasteland of harsh environments and turbulent energy.

In a hidden space shielded by a natural belt of meteorites, Cang Lang led the surviving ten thousand human soldiers, watching the battle that would decide their fate through a massive screen of energy.

When they saw Qin Feng standing alone against the million-strong army of the myriad races and the six god-forbidden prodigies, the entire camp fell into a silence as profound as the grave.

Every soldier held their breath, fists clenched so tightly that nails dug deep into palms, their hearts threatening to leap from their throats in sheer terror.

It was a horrific formation capable of making gods and demons tremble; could their only hope, War Marshal Qin Feng, truly perform a miracle?

No one knew.

Their hearts were filled with trepidation and prayer.

When they saw Qin Feng pierce through the million-strong army with a single spear, carving out a shocking "path of death" through the sea of enemies, everyone was left dumbstruck, their minds blank.

They hung their mouths agape, eyes wide as saucers, utterly unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.

One spear... to annihilate a hundred thousand domain lords?

Silence, still a deathly silence.

But this time, the silence was not born of tension, but of absolute, soul-shaking shock!

And when they saw those six god-forbidden prodigies—who for tens of thousands of years had loomed over them like nightmares—slaughtered one after another by Qin Feng as if they were nothing more than common curs, failing to last even three breaths...

The suffocating silence was finally broken.

An old soldier, his face a map of scars and one arm missing, stared at the invincible figure on the screen, hot tears streaming uncontrollably from his clouded eyes.

He opened his mouth, a rasping sound emerging from his throat, as if he had summoned every ounce of his remaining strength to scream that name:

"War Marshal!!"

This roar, like a boulder cast into a placid lake, instantly ignited all the emotions suppressed within every heart.

"The War Marshal is invincible!!!"

A young soldier leaped up, acting as if possessed, waving his fists and bellowing with all his might.

"War Marshal! War Marshal! War Marshal!!!"

"War Marshal!!"

Ten thousand men, as if driven mad.

They roared, they bellowed, they wept, they cheered.

They cast their weapons into the air, embraced one another, and beat their own chests.

They had been suppressed for too long.

The despair of the thirty-seven marquises on the inner island dying heroic deaths, the terror of being hunted by the million-strong army of the myriad races, the agony of seeing no hope and only lingering in the darkness—all of it was torn to shreds by that indomitable, heaven-defying figure on the screen!

All negative emotions were purged in this instant, transformed into the most fanatical worship and faith for that man!

Cang Lang, the iron-blooded commander who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, now had tears in his tiger-like eyes.

He watched the figure on the screen, clad in white and holding a spear, standing alone before the remnants of a million-strong army. That figure did not look particularly imposing, yet in his eyes, it had transformed into an unbending, indomitable spine that held up the entire future of the human race!

He thought of the fallen Qing Tian Marquis of the inner island, the Lie Wu Marquis who had detonated his own Dao Seal, and all the predecessors who had shed their last drop of blood to protect humanity.

His lips trembled, and he murmured in a voice only he could hear:

"One man, against a million... he truly... he truly did it..."

"He carried it all on his shoulders! With his own shoulders, he has held up the heavens for us all!"

...

The final scene froze upon the battlefield.

Qin Feng slowly retracted his spear, holding it horizontally before him.

Beneath his feet lay the broken corpses and shattered artifacts of the six god-forbidden prodigies.

Before him stood the hundreds of thousands of surviving myriad-race soldiers, decimated, utterly devoid of fighting spirit, like lambs waiting for the slaughter.

His person remained pristine, not a single drop of blood staining his clothes.

His gaze swept calmly across the field.

Every soldier of the myriad races who met his eyes felt their courage shatter, their bowels turn to water, and they turned to flee like birds startled from a thicket.

But how could Qin Feng let them escape?!

"I said, your blood will be used to pay the debt."

The icy voice echoed across the heavens.

Qin Feng’s figure turned into a streak of white light once more, plunging into the crumbling remnants of the army.

This time, it was not precise, surgical strikes, but the most thorough, the most violent, area-wide annihilation!

One breath...

Another breath passed.

When the white light dissipated, Qin Feng returned to the center of the battlefield.

The whole world fell silent.

He hung quietly in the void, surrounded by dense, endless fragments of corpses, broken weapons, and shattered armor.

The bodies of the six god-forbidden powerhouses were already mangled beyond recognition, and the artifacts that had once radiated divine light now drifted aimlessly, their masters gone.

And the countless remains of the million-strong alien army, under the influence of an invisible, powerful psionic field, seemed to lose their weight, beginning to float slowly and spontaneously, revolving around the central figure of Qin Feng.

Flesh, bone, metal, lingering souls...

Countless remnants of death formed a bizarre and magnificent star ring.

Qin Feng was the sole core of this ring of death.

"Five breaths of time!"

In the distant camp, the soldier responsible for timing watched the screen, his voice trembling and hoarse as he announced the number that would be etched into history.

"Five breaths of time, one man, annihilated four hundred thousand domain lords, seven hundred thousand ultimate black holes, and six god-forbidden domain lord peaks!"

"..."

After a brief silence came an even more thunderous, mountain-shaking roar!

"War Marshal!"

"War Marshal!!"

"Mighty!! Mighty!!"

"Mighty!!!"

Ten thousand human warriors roared until their throats bled, a cry that embodied hope, the future, and the indomitable battle hymn of the human race!

Simultaneously, a frigid message, perceptible only to Qin Feng, emanated from the primordial source of the Deadfall Island's laws.

[Slain God-Forbidden Peak Domain Lord 'Shi Lan', obtained Resurrection Mark...]

[Slain God-Forbidden Peak Domain Lord 'Ba Xia', obtained Resurrection Mark...]

[Slain High-level Domain Lord...]

[...]

A deluge of resurrection marks flooded into the human ranks.

The spoils of this battle alone were sufficient to resurrect every fallen marquis-level powerhouse on the inner island millions of times over!

With a grand wave of his hand, Qin Feng gathered the scattered remains from the battlefield.

It is worth noting that even with his surging strength, the creation of a nascent divine path, and the perfection of his physical form, he maintained exquisite control, salvaging countless storage rings amidst attacks launched at ten thousand times the speed of light.

Indeed... when it came to the spoils of war, Qin Feng had reaped a bountiful harvest.

(End of this chapter)