Chapter 564: . Do you know which Level Thirteen powerhouse it is?

Book 564: Could it be known which level-thirteen powerhouse this is?

The white-haired man flew as fast as a streak of lightning. Lin

Suddenly, he stopped his pace and looked ahead, a subtle ripple disturbing the calm depth of his eyes.

He abruptly reached out his hand.

As if dipping into the surface of water, his palm vanished eerily into the open air.

When he drew it back, something extra rested within the white-haired man’s grasp.

It was a massive eyeball, spinning rapidly around and around.

Fine, fragmented arcs of purple lightning crackled across the eyeball, and in a mere instant, it turned to cinder in the man's hand,

scattering completely with the wind.

The white-haired man looked down at his empty palm, where a small smudge of scorched black now remained.

A trace of singular light gleamed in his eyes, and he instinctively moved to connect his personal communicator.

Yet after a brief thought, he abandoned the notion.

"There are only a handful of level-thirteen powerhouses within the base, and not a single one has comprehended the Law of Thunder."

"Then who could it be?"

The white-haired man murmured softly, his figure flashing suddenly, and in the very next instant, he appeared tens of thousands of miles away.

"Boom— Boom— Boom—"

Violent explosions resounded one after another.

This space had completely and utterly deteriorated into an ocean of thunder and lightning.

Raging lightning was everywhere, resembling dragons, serpents, trees, and massive nets,

interweaving and tangling together to destroy everything in existence.

The void was broken into fragments, like a mirror thoroughly shattered by someone.

Countless exotic beasts wailed and perished amidst this ocean of thunder, turning to ash.

The remaining human martial artists on the battlefield fled in absolute terror, scurrying about like headless flies.

Yet after several individuals touched the lightning and were instantly pulverized into nothingness, these people finally learned their lesson, putting aside their past animosities regarding whether they had surrendered or not, huddling together to pool their strength to bitterly endure and barely cling to life within the ocean of thunder.

Every single person was staring at a specific spot high above their heads.

The void there had completely transformed into a swath of primal chaos.

Neither the silhouette of Lu Sheng nor that of the level-thirteen commander beast could be seen by them any longer.

All they could witness were the blazing flashes of thunderous light, waves of flame rippling out one after another, and the agonizing shrieks belonging to the level-thirteen commander beast that echoed out from time to time.

Everyone’s face was deathly pale, including the two guides.

They curled together like ants, their martial bodies, forged through thousands of years of tempering and fused with the power of laws, trembling uncontrollably.

Under such terrifying, world-ending might, these figures who hailed from different star sectors and reigned as overlords in their respective domains

now felt as though they had collectively traveled back in time to the period when they were at their absolute weakest.

Helplessness, fear, and despair enveloped them, threatening to swallow them whole at any given moment.

"What on earth happened?"

A martial artist, panicking like a frightened beast, murmured softly, though it was unclear whom he was asking for an answer.

A strained, harsh voice slowly sounded from beside him.

"It is the law... it is the power of the law. And it is an exceptionally powerful force of law..."

Dazed and bewildered, that person lifted his head to look toward the place where the thunderous light raged.

"The problem is, why would such a powerful force of law exist in..."

Exist in the hands of a person whose realm is clearly only at level eleven?

The others who knew the hidden secrets of the force of laws wished to ask the same question.

Regrettably, no one could answer it.

Up until now, everything that had transpired regarding Lu Sheng was simply too unimaginable.

Lu Sheng was like a blazing comet that had abruptly sliced through the greater part of the sky, scattering their common sense regarding the martial path into complete disarray with an exceptionally brutal and unreasonable posture.

This group of people huddled together, resembling a crowd that had climbed onto the same deck after surviving a shipwreck.

They gazed blankly around the surging, tempestuous surface of the sea, wondering if the very next wave would swallow every last one of them.

Thaya was currently on this deck.

Whether intentionally or accidentally, these surviving martial artists surrounded him in the center, and even while taking turns to resist the raging thunder all around them, they never made Thaya step up to bear the brunt of it.

One of the two guides had even kindly handed him a stone of unknown texture.

Utilizing this stone, the heavily injured and dying Taunton actually showed signs of improvement.

Beneath the stone head that was all that remained of him, small granules of stone began to sprout out one by one.

Thaya cradled Taunton's head, staring blankly toward the spot where the thunderous light shone most blindingly.

He had maintained this state for a very long time, never quite snapping out of it.

For Thaya, who had been pampered since childhood, well-protected even when facing great upheavals, and still maintained the disposition of a pampered young master,

this experience of stealthily running off to enlist in the recruitment for the exotic space battlefield

was undoubtedly a hundred times, or perhaps even ten thousand times, more magical than all his previous hundreds of years of life combined.

"I actually called a man who commands the power of laws and can utterly pin down and thrash a level-thirteen commander beast my brother?"

Thaya's mind was in disarray, entirely at a loss.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a colossal roar, the thunderous light atop the celestial battlefield surged violently.

Subsequently, it erupted into countless streaks of lightning and fiery glows.

This thunder and lightning cascaded down like a pouring flood, surging madly in all directions.

Those exotic beasts positioned closest bore the brunt of the impact; without making a single sound, they were swallowed by the thunderous light and vanished without a trace.

The defensive position formed by the gathering of numerous human martial artists looked as though it was about to be submerged by a surging expanse of thunderous magma as well.

Every face drained of color, as a thick, suffocating despair washed over them all.

And yet at that exact moment, a slash of ash-white blade-light cascaded from the vault of heaven, instantly cleaving the surging waves of lightning-plasma and shielding them from that destructive energy.

Every shadow of hope seemed suspended in that single breath.

A lone figure materialized abruptly before the crowd.

Clad in black with hair as white as snow, he held a uniquely shaped, singular long blade that resembled a spine.

The crowd stared at him for a heartbeat before two voices rapidly rang out from the throng.

"Could... could it be Lord Haiji?!"

The white-haired man turned slowly, revealing a face of detached, placid calm.

His pupils were the same ash-white hue of bone; his gaze fell upon the two guides as he spoke indifferently: "Was it you who sent the distress signal?"

"Yes, it was us."

At this moment, the two guides felt like lost sailors in a vast ocean catching sight of a blazing lighthouse—their excitement and joy bubbling beyond measure.

"It is wonderful that you have arrived, My Lord."

"Thanks to your timely arrival, Lord."

The remaining survivor martial artists grew equally ecstatic, every face suddenly radiant with the sheer joy of having escaped death.

Even those who had previously defected to the side of the alien beasts felt the same surge.

To them, facing a starry-sky military tribunal was infinitely better than dying here and now.

A wretched life was still better than a good death, after all.

Each had endured thousands of years of bitter cultivation to reach the heights of the twelfth rank; who would want to throw their life away for nothing?

After confirming their identities with the two guides, the white-haired man withdrew his gaze and focused intently on the raging sea of lightning before him.

The two guides quickly stepped to his side and heard him inquire: "Do you know which thirteenth-rank master is currently engaged in combat with the enemy general beast?"

The two guides froze, exchanging bewildered glances.

They opened their mouths, but for a moment, they genuinely did not know how best to answer.

"What? You do not recognize them either? But are you certain it is a thirteenth-rank powerhouse of our human faction?"

The white-haired man questioned again.

"Yes."

The two looked at each other, nodding with thoroughly complicated expressions: "It should be someone from the human side."

Lu Sheng.

He should count as a human.

Should, right?

Hearing their less-than-certain response, the white-haired man frowned slightly.

Just as he was about to press further, the previously pouring, raging sea of thunder suddenly halted its momentum and began to shrink back toward the center.

Only now could everyone clearly discern the spectacle beneath the receding sea of lightning.

The alien beasts that had been swallowed by the thunderous tides had completely vanished from sight.

Leaving behind only a scattering of beast crystals, large and small.

Like a turning tide, they were swept toward the central location along with the retracting lightning.

That spot of thunder grew progressively more dazzling.

Brighter and more radiant by the second.

The guides and the others could no longer look at it with the naked eye, and by the end, even the white-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the pitch-black, sunless sky, it was as if a purple sun had suddenly risen.

The unfolding epic held every witness bound in silent awe.

Corners of the world seemed to hold their breath.

The scene was carved into memory.

A brilliant tribute to survival.

Shared across the vast expanse.

An unforgettable testament.

Whispers of the mind.

A chapter of true literature.