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Rustle, rustle.

The Strongest One, Xia Qin, looked at the super-large battlefield, waved his right hand, and nearly two hundred Rank Eleven powerhouses fell like meteors to the edge of the battlefield.

The other eight human Strongest Ones did the same, sending a large number of Rank Eleven powerhouses from the Human Civilization Alliance rapidly into the edge of the super-large battlefield.

Then,

The peak factions began sending their own Rank Eleven powerhouses into the edge of the super-large battlefield.

"Xia Qin, has that human 'Blood Rain' also entered?" a Strongest One from the Starry Sky Alliance inquired through sound transmission.

Not long ago, space-time ripples indicating an ultimate breakthrough had been detected in the territory of human civilization. Many aliens Strongest Ones speculated that the person attempting the breakthrough might be the human Blood Rain.

Based on the performance of human Blood Rain in the two-dimensional world, even if boosted by some artifact, the power displayed was extraordinary, indicating at least a Rank Eleven perfected realm.

Perhaps even closer to Rank Twelve than the Divine King.

Thus, these aliens Strongest Ones made this assumption.

But it remained speculation; no one could say for certain whether it was the human Blood Rain.

"You'll find out soon enough," Xia Qin replied casually, not divulging any information about Lin Yuan.

"Heh."

The Strongest One from the Starry Sky Alliance fell silent. If human civilization had Blood Rain, did the Starry Sky Alliance not have comparable existences? The Divine King had been crushed by Blood Rain in the two-dimensional world, but the environment there was unique. The super-large battlefield would not have such conditions.

Defeating the powerhouses of the Starry Sky Alliance on the super-large battlefield would not be easy.

The Strongest Ones of the Starry Sky Alliance had already set up numerous contingencies to reclaim their honor.

Edge of the Super-Large Battlefield

Lin Yuan quickly stabilized himself, avoiding a rapid descent, and landed softly on the ground.

"So this is the edge of the super-large battlefield?"

Lin Yuan surveyed the surroundings. Towering ancient trees stretched endlessly in all directions, lush and vibrant.

Each tree emanated a surging vitality. Were it not for the battlefield's space-time suppression, these trees could likely become actual living beings in the primary universe.

"Three Rank Eleven powerhouses from the Human Civilization Alliance fell into this region?"

Following the threads of causality, Lin Yuan confirmed the number of Rank Eleven powerhouses from human civilization in this region.

Out of the 333 edge regions of the super-large battlefield, this region had only four powerhouses from the Human Civilization Alliance—exceptionally unlucky.

Such a small number of Human Civilization Alliance powerhouses would undoubtedly face suppression and targeting when competing for the path to the core region.

However,

This was all assuming Lin Yuan wasn't present.

"Where's the space-time path?"

Lin Yuan focused for a moment. In each of the 333 edge regions, a space-time path existed in a specific location.

This path was relatively easy to detect, requiring only a slight sense of the space-time fluctuations.

"The space-time suppression is intense; long-distance space teleportation is nearly impossible."

Lin Yuan pondered.

This was why only one space-time path existed in each of the 333 edge regions.

Without space teleportation, even a perfected Rank Eleven powerhouse flying from the edge to the core would likely find the war on the super-large battlefield already over.

Only through the space-time path could one quickly reach the core region and participate in the conflicts among the Twelve Pinnacle Factions.

"Still, with my comprehension of space-time at the Sixth Realm, I can manage teleportation, though not at the scale of billions of light-years in one step."

Lin Yuan tested this briefly and reached his conclusion.

Even for him, teleportation was constrained. Other Rank Eleven powerhouses would likely have to rely solely on flight.

"Let's first reach that space-time path."

Lin Yuan took a step forward and disappeared from his original spot.

Meanwhile,

In the same edge region where Lin Yuan had descended.

Various aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses began surveying their surroundings.

"In this region... my Starry Sky Alliance has fifty-three Rank Eleven powerhouses. We're secure."

A massive rock-like being sensed the threads of causality and smiled.

With tens of thousands of Rank Eleven powerhouses spread across 333 edge regions, the average per region was about 200.

Among them, the Starry Sky Alliance had fifty-three in this region—well above average—giving them a significant advantage.

The fifty-three Rank Eleven powerhouses from the Starry Sky Alliance could likely secure all spots on the space-time path, reaching the core region.

This would strengthen their position in the core and might influence the final outcome of the war.

On a distant plain...

A figure clad in pitch-black armor stood silently.

"In this region, my Prison Clan has only twelve Rank Eleven powerhouses?" the black-armored figure grinned.

"But with me here, we'll claim twelve of the hundred spots on the space-time path."

This Prison Clan powerhouse was a fifth-tier Rank Eleven, wielding a Strongest Weapon.

Among the tens of thousands of Rank Eleven powerhouses from the Twelve Pinnacle Factions, only a few hundred to a thousand qualified to wield Strongest Weapons.

Distributed across the 333 regions, some regions might have only one or two such powerhouses.

Thus, the Prison Clan powerhouse was confident. With a Strongest Weapon, he believed himself to be at the pinnacle of the Rank Eleven hierarchy, threatened only by others with Strongest Weapons.

"The space-time path... it's there."

The Prison Clan powerhouse sensed for a moment, located the space-time path, and took off.

On a distant hill...

A massive hive descended.

"In this edge region..."

The hive belonged to the Insect Race. Its owner surveyed the surroundings and began mobilizing insect warriors.

From within the hive, countless insect warriors emerged, soon numbering in the tens of thousands.

These Rank Eleven insect warriors barely met the threshold, unable to defeat even a first-tier Rank Eleven powerhouse in one-on-one combat.

But their sheer numbers were overwhelming.

Tens of thousands of Rank Eleven insect warriors could exhaust even fourth- or fifth-tier Rank Eleven powerhouses.

Moreover, this initial wave was just the beginning. Over time, the hive could spawn stronger insect warriors, surpassing the Rank Eleven threshold.

Before a vast space-time labyrinth...

Lin Yuan halted his movement.

"Looks like I'm the first to arrive."

Glancing around, Lin Yuan confirmed his suspicion.

In each edge region, the Rank Eleven powerhouses were scattered in a circular area around the space-time path.

This ensured that no individual powerhouse had an unfair advantage in reaching the path unopposed.

With his Sixth Realm comprehension of space-time, Lin Yuan could teleport even in the super-large battlefield, allowing him to arrive first.

"This space-time labyrinth..."

Lin Yuan examined it briefly.

Every space-time path was preceded by such a labyrinth.

Only by traversing the labyrinth could one reach the path.

"Too easy."

Lin Yuan stepped forward, bypassing the labyrinth entirely, and appeared before the space-time path.

Outside the Super-Large Battlefield...

Numerous Rank Twelve Strongest Ones observed the edge regions.

"Hmm?"

"The Milky Way Star Lord can teleport within the battlefield?"

Some Strongest Ones quickly noticed, their expressions tinged with surprise.

According to the rules of the super-large battlefield, Rank Eleven beings could not teleport unaided.

"It seems human civilization has invested heavily in the Milky Way Star Lord, granting him artifacts that enable forced teleportation."

An Insect Race Empress sneered, glancing at the human Strongest Ones.

Within the battlefield, even perfected Rank Eleven beings couldn't teleport unaided. However, artifacts could bypass this restriction.

Such artifacts were exceedingly rare, especially those effective in the hands of newly advanced Rank Eleven beings.

Artifacts of this caliber typically required the user to meet certain standards, such as a Fifth Realm comprehension of space-time.

Lowering these standards required the artifact to be extraordinarily valuable.

"Mind your own business," Xia Qin replied casually to the Insect Race Empress.

In truth, Xia Qin was also puzzled. He hadn't given Lin Yuan such an artifact.

He had considered it, but Lin Yuan had declined.

"Did he acquire some unique spatial treasure in the two-dimensional world?" Xia Qin speculated. Lin Yuan had indeed obtained many treasures there, but Xia Qin hadn't inquired, respecting Lin Yuan's achievements.

The super-large battlefield had numerous space-time barriers, obscuring even Rank Twelve Strongest Ones from discerning the source of Lin Yuan's teleportation ability.

Thus, many assumed it was due to an artifact rather than Lin Yuan's Sixth Realm comprehension of space-time, a level comparable to the Strongest Ones.

"Giving such an artifact to a mere newly advanced Rank Eleven is risky," the Insect Race Empress remarked coldly.

In the battlefield, fifth- and sixth-tier Rank Eleven beings rarely perished, protected by Strongest Weapons.

But Lin Yuan, without a Strongest Weapon, could still die. If he lost such an artifact, retrieving it would be difficult.

Before the Space-Time Path...

Lin Yuan stood before the path. He could step in and head to the core region at any time.

However—

He glanced back.

Heading straight to the core region now felt wasteful.

Additionally, several Rank Eleven powerhouses from the Human Civilization Alliance were still behind.

If Lin Yuan advanced now, those allies might remain stuck in the edge region.

With this in mind, Lin Yuan sat cross-legged before the space-time path, waiting for the aliens Rank Eleven beings to arrive.

Time passed.

Half a day later…

The space-time labyrinth before the path roiled as numerous powerhouses clashed within it.

"Hahaha!"

"Ming Che, so what if you wield a Strongest Weapon? With your strength, how many strikes can you even manage?" a massive rock-like being laughed as he broke through the labyrinth, full of confidence.

Ming Che, the Prison Clan powerhouse, followed shortly after, emerging silently in his black armor. He spared the rock-like being a cold glance but refrained from speaking.

The Starry Sky Alliance had over fifty Rank Eleven powerhouses in this region. There was no need to provoke unnecessary conflict.

After all, the space-time path had a hundred spots available—more than enough.

"Hmm?"

The rock-like being spotted Lin Yuan, seated cross-legged before the space-time path.

"The Milky Way Star Lord?"

Recognizing Lin Yuan instantly, the rock-like being couldn't hide his surprise.

The Milky Way Star Lord's reputation was too great. His leap to Rank Eleven had made him a legendary prodigy among the cosmic races.

"The Milky Way Star Lord?"

Ming Che also noticed Lin Yuan, his expression puzzled.

They had rushed to the path as quickly as possible, even fighting within the labyrinth.

Yet, they hadn't encountered the Milky Way Star Lord.

Now, he was already here?

Did that mean Lin Yuan had arrived long before they even entered the labyrinth?

For a newly advanced Rank Eleven to reach this spot so much earlier was baffling.

Moreover, Lin Yuan hadn't entered the path but remained seated before it.

Strong Rank Eleven beings had unparalleled processing speeds and quickly sensed something amiss, opting for caution.

As the aliens Rank Eleven beings emerged from the labyrinth, Lin Yuan finally opened his eyes, smiling as he addressed them:

"You've finally arrived."

...

"The Milky Way Star Lord is waiting for us?"

The massive rock-like being scrutinized Lin Yuan closely.

If it were any other Rank Eleven lifeform blocking the path to the space-time road, he would have already crushed them without hesitation.

But the Milky Way Star Lord?

The massive rock-like being wasn't afraid of the Milky Way Star Lord per se—after all, he was merely newly advanced to Rank Eleven.

What truly concerned the massive rock-like being was the human civilization backing the Milky Way Star Lord.

Nine supreme Strongest Ones stood behind him.

Given the Milky Way Star Lord's status within human civilization, his presence on this super-large battlefield—even as an incarnation—meant that he carried the trump cards bestowed by those nine supreme beings.

"More or less."

Lin Yuan glanced at the space-time labyrinth.

By now, more and more Rank Eleven powerhouses had broken through the labyrinth and were gathering, their eyes fixed on him.

The labyrinth's obstructive effects were only meaningful for the first few entrants.

For those who followed, the labyrinth had already been partially destroyed by the earlier Rank Eleven powerhouses, making it much easier for subsequent arrivals to pass through and reach the space-time road.

This design aimed to reduce the advantage of speed-specialized Rank Eleven powerhouses, ensuring that no one could bypass combat and secure a spot in the core area of the battlefield without a fight.

The purpose of the super-large battlefield was for the strong to fight and determine a victor.

Of course, for someone like Lin Yuan, who could forcibly teleport through space-time and arrive at the path half a day early, the labyrinth posed no obstacle whatsoever.

Within a dozen breaths, all the Rank Eleven powerhouses in the region had gathered before the space-time road, their gazes locked on Lin Yuan, who remained seated cross-legged.

"The Milky Way Star Lord."

Among the gathered powerhouses, several from the Human Civilization Alliance felt their scalps tingle.

They thought the Milky Way Star Lord's actions were overly arrogant.

As the strongest genius in human civilization's history, the Milky Way Star Lord was naturally expected to be a target on this super-large battlefield.

Logically, he should be keeping a low profile.

But now? Blocking the path so blatantly was practically inviting the aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses to attack him en masse.

"Milky Way Star Lord, you..."

The Prison Clan's Ming Che, his expression shifting, was about to speak when—

Lin Yuan, who had been sitting quietly before the space-time road, suddenly radiated faint yellowish-brown light from his body.

A heavy, oppressive aura spread outward, instantly enveloping all the aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses.

Lin Yuan had waited until now to act because he didn't want to waste time hunting them down.

Instead of scouring every corner of the edge region, it was more efficient to stay here and wait for the aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses to come to him, as their desire to enter the core region would inevitably lead them to the space-time road.

"Milky Way Star Lord, you seek death!"

The massive rock-like being roared in fury. While he was wary of the Milky Way Star Lord's backers in human civilization, he was not afraid.

Even against the Prison Clan's Ming Che, who wielded a Strongest Weapon, the massive rock-like being could clash head-on. And the Milky Way Star Lord? Even if he had trump cards from the Strongest Ones, how much power could they unleash?

Without Fifth Realm space-time comprehension, even partially refining a Strongest Weapon was impossible.

Boom!

The massive rock-like being stepped forward, his right hand expanding madly until it reached tens of thousands of meters in size, slamming down toward Lin Yuan.

The next moment—

The massive rock-like being's extended arm disintegrated into nothingness, followed by his supposedly indestructible rocky body, which crumbled and turned to ash.

"What?!"

The surrounding aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses were horrified. The massive rock-like being's strength was nearly on par with Ming Che's.

If not for slightly weaker space-time comprehension, he would likely have been granted a Strongest Weapon as well.

Yet now? He had been obliterated before the Milky Way Star Lord without resistance.

"Join forces!"

"We must attack together!"

"Otherwise, we'll all die!"

This thought arose simultaneously in the minds of all the aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses, including Ming Che.

In a flash, they set aside their questions about how the Milky Way Star Lord possessed such overwhelming power and began to unleash their full strength.

Boom! Terrifying energy surged among the aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses. Ming Che's hands suddenly held a black axe, exuding a deep, luminous glow that carried a trace of power surpassing Rank Eleven.

Though Ming Che had partially refined a Strongest Weapon, he refrained from using it unless absolutely necessary.

Activating a Strongest Weapon consumed tremendous energy. Even by burning his body and soul, Ming Che couldn't manage more than a few strikes.

This limitation had allowed the Starry Sky Alliance's rock-like being and others to stall him in the space-time labyrinth earlier.

Still, even without fully activating the Strongest Weapon, its passive powers greatly enhanced Ming Che's strength.

"As expected of the elites of the Twelve Pinnacle Factions," Lin Yuan thought calmly, his gaze unwavering.

If he went all out, these aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses wouldn't stand a chance.

But doing so would reveal too much of his power, potentially scaring away the true experts of the Twelve Pinnacle Factions on the core battlefield.

This could lead them to avoid him or even withdraw entirely from the competition on the super-large battlefield.

"Fine. Let's play a little."

Lin Yuan's thoughts shifted, and the yellowish-brown energy field surrounding him began to shrink slowly.

The energy field, a capability of the "Mysterious Emperor Body," was primarily defensive.

But that didn't mean it couldn't be used offensively—its power was just less overwhelming when used that way.

Of course, "less overwhelming" for Lin Yuan still spelled disaster for the aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses.

Rustle.

The yellowish-brown energy surged with a soul-stirring wave, sweeping over the aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses. One by one, their bodies collapsed, following in the footsteps of the massive rock-like being.

"My insect warriors!"

The Insect Race's massive hive-mother watched helplessly as her swarms of Rank Eleven insect warriors disintegrated within the field.

Soon after, she too began to crumble.

At the edge of the yellowish-brown field, several Rank Eleven powerhouses from the Human Civilization Alliance stood in stunned silence, watching the one-sided slaughter.

The newly advanced Milky Way Star Lord, with seemingly effortless gestures, had rendered nearly two hundred aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses utterly powerless. Even Ming Che, wielding a Strongest Weapon, was barely clinging to life.

"The Milky Way Star Lord's power is this terrifying?"

The Human Civilization powerhouses exchanged looks, their hearts trembling.

They had initially thought the Milky Way Star Lord's actions were too reckless. Since he had already reached the space-time road, why not enter it sooner instead of waiting for the aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses to arrive?

Now it was clear: the Milky Way Star Lord had stayed deliberately, treating the aliens powerhouses as prey.

Not long after, within the yellowish-brown energy field, all the aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses had been obliterated.

Only Ming Che remained, barely holding on thanks to his black axe's defensive properties.

Though the axe was not a defensive Strongest Weapon, its black glow offered formidable protection.

In truth, every Strongest Weapon had versatile uses. Defensive weapons could attack, and offensive weapons could defend—the effectiveness varied by design.

"A Strongest Weapon."

Lin Yuan focused on the black axe in Ming Che's hands, his expression slightly serious.

Compared to the extraordinary items he had encountered in the two-dimensional world, which exhibited only faint traces of power, the Strongest Weapons of the primary universe were undeniably fearsome.

Had Lin Yuan not advanced to Rank Eleven, he might have struggled to deal with Ming Che.

"Milky Way Star Lord, spare me this once. Name your terms," Ming Che pleaded, his fear evident.

Though he was currently holding on, the oppressive energy field around him grew heavier by the moment.

Most critically, Ming Che's stamina was running out. Activating the Strongest Weapon consumed far too much energy, while Lin Yuan appeared unaffected.

If Ming Che could no longer sustain the weapon, the oppressive field would crush him entirely.

"You want me to name my terms?" Lin Yuan replied calmly, smiling.

"Hand over your Strongest Weapon."

"Hand over my Strongest Weapon?" Ming Che's face darkened. The axe was a loan from his Prison Clan.

Giving it to the Milky Way Star Lord would leave him with no way to face his clan.

Compared to the Strongest Weapon, what was the loss of this incarnation?

"Milky Way Star Lord, please propose another condition," Ming Che said quietly.

If forced to choose between surrendering the weapon and continuing this standoff, Ming Che preferred the latter.

Perhaps he might outlast the Milky Way Star Lord, who surely couldn't maintain this suppression indefinitely.

"Then I'll take it myself, thank you" Lin Yuan replied indifferently.

Boom!

The yellowish-brown energy grew denser, pressing down relentlessly.

Half an hour later, Ming Che's resistance crumbled. In desperation, he used the last of his strength to unleash a final, all-out attack with the black axe, hoping to take Lin Yuan down with him.

Unfortunately, the deep, dark axe-light was entirely blocked by Lin Yuan. Ming Che perished, leaving the black axe floating silently in the air.

Even without an owner, the Strongest Weapon radiated an aura of ultimate destruction.

"A Strongest Weapon."

Lin Yuan extended his will, and the black axe flew into his hand.

"It's still bound."

Lin Yuan attempted to probe the axe with his consciousness but encountered resistance, realizing that Ming Che's true body had not perished.

Still, Lin Yuan was unbothered. He could take his time eroding the bond once he returned with the axe.

"My Strongest Weapon!"

In the Prison Clan's domain, Ming Che's true body roared in anguish.

For a Rank Eleven powerhouse like him, such a weapon was invaluable.

He had only been granted the opportunity to refine it due to the urgency of the super-large battlefield.

Now, everything was gone. He had failed to enter the core battlefield, achieved nothing, and even lost the weapon.

"How is the Milky Way Star Lord this terrifying?" Ming Che thought, his rage giving way to fear.

Lin Yuan's strength was overwhelming. Even with external aid, forcing Ming Che to exhaust his weapon's power was extraordinary.

"The Milky Way Star Lord must have at least Fifth Realm space-time comprehension. Otherwise, he couldn't suppress me like this."

Ming Che took a deep breath.

"Too frightening."

Regret filled him. Had he known the Milky Way Star Lord's power, he would have fled immediately.

Before the Space-Time Road

Lin Yuan surveyed his spoils.

The bodies of the aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses had been reduced to their most basic essence by his power, serving as fuel for cultivating the "Mysterious Emperor Body."

The energy contained in these Rank Eleven bodies was immense, even for Lin Yuan.

Additionally, Lin Yuan had obtained the black axe Strongest Weapon and hundreds of other treasures.

"Half a day of waiting was worth it," Lin Yuan thought with a smile.

Beyond the Strongest Weapon and treasures, the energy extracted from the aliens Rank Eleven bodies alone was worth billions or even trillions of universe crystals.

And the Strongest Weapon's value was immeasurable.

While Lin Yuan possessed dozens of Strongest Weapons and nearly a hundred rare items from the two-dimensional world, the value of a Strongest Weapon remained unparalleled.

"What are you standing around for?"

Lin Yuan glanced at the Human Civilization Alliance powerhouses, who were trembling silently in the corner.

Throughout the battle, Lin Yuan had used his energy field to shield them from harm.

While ruthless toward his enemies, Lin Yuan was considerate of his allies.

"Milky Way Star Lord, what should we do now?" one of the Human Civilization powerhouses asked tentatively.

The Strongest Ones had long decreed that all matters on the battlefield would be under the Milky Way Star Lord's command.

"Enter the space-time road," Lin Yuan instructed before stepping into the path and vanishing.

"We… we should go too," one of the powerhouses finally said after a long pause.

As they approached the space-time road, they glanced back at the now-empty battlefield, filled with awe.

"No wonder the Strongest Ones ordered us to follow the Milky Way Star Lord's lead," one murmured, finally understanding.

Initially, they had doubted the directive, but now everything made sense.

Elsewhere.

News of the battle—or rather, the slaughter—spread rapidly among the Twelve Pinnacle Factions.

The story of the Milky Way Star Lord annihilating nearly two hundred aliens Rank Eleven powerhouses shocked all who heard it.

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