Chapter 687 - 223: Blood Angels - ! Galaxy 99’s Onslaught! The Terror of the Savage Beast Fragment
Chapter 687: Chapter 223: Blood Angels Chapter! Galaxy 99’s Onslaught! The Terror of the Savage Beast Fragment
Qin Feng immediately made his assessment.
They had not come in peace.
Compared to his own side, a scattered mess, the opposing army was united like a single block of steel.
And their leader was a true prehistoric behemoth.
Just as everyone stood shaken to their core by this heaven-sent army, the man bathed in Holy Light slowly began to speak.
His voice, amplified by Mental Power, echoed clearly and calmly in the minds of everyone present.
"My name is Caesar!"
BOOM—!!!
The name struck like a thunderclap at the dawn of creation, detonating in the minds of tens of millions of Martial Artists.
Caesar!
The one who had issued the "Betting Order," forcing them all into a corner... the enemy from Galaxy No. 99!
A brief, deathly silence was followed by a volcanic eruption of fury.
"KILL!!!"
"It’s him!"
"SLAUGHTER HIM!!!"
Tens of millions of gazes instantly turned blood-red.
At that instant, tens of millions of currents of killing intent surged forth. It was an intent so terrifying it could make the stars dim and freeze the fabric of spacetime itself. It crossed the galactic divide, transcended their mutual suspicions, and coalesced with unprecedented unity. This immense pressure bore down fiercely on Caesar and the army at his back.
Yet, Caesar’s expression remained unchanged in the face of this torrent of killing intent—a flood powerful enough to instantly obliterate the soul of any Infinite Sea realm expert.
He just... softly...
"Hmph!"
A cold snort.
It was like the decree of a Celestial God.
The holy Wings behind him abruptly spread wide.
The light exploded, a hundred million times brighter. In an instant, the Wings expanded to cover the entire void, as if to embrace the Cosmos itself.
Immediately after, the bodies of the nearly ten million Martial Artists who had unleashed their killing intent all shuddered violently at the same instant. This included everyone, from the River Realm cultivators to the high and mighty experts of the Infinite Sea—even Cang, Flame Crow, and Zhou Li.
"PFFT!"
They all grunted in unison, feeling as though their Spiritual Worlds had been violently smashed by a supreme Divine Hammer.
A trickle of crimson blood uncontrollably crept from the corner of every person’s mouth.
Caesar’s power was just that terrifying.
This single snort, infused with Supreme Power, was like the tolling Bell of final judgment, shattering the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of the tens of millions of prodigies from the five major galaxies.
Blood trickled down their lips, carrying the cold, metallic tang of iron.
But this minor physical wound was nothing compared to the violent shock their Spiritual Worlds had endured.
A single blow—a mere cold snort—had simultaneously wounded tens of millions, including nearly a thousand experts of the Infinite Sea.
What a horrifying disparity in power.
Beneath the holy wings that blotted out the sky, Caesar’s gaze swept calmly across the deathly silent battlefield. His voice rang out again, devoid of all emotion, as if he were reading from a pre-written judgment.
"The Betting Order has been issued."
"To enforce the Betting Order, seizing your resources is only natural."
His tone was matter-of-fact, as if he were stating a cosmic Truth, beyond all doubt.
"The ’Barbaric Beast Fragment’ here represents a momentous opportunity, enough to forge a stellar foundation. A treasure of this magnitude... naturally, I cannot allow you to absorb it..."
At this, a hint of a human expression—one of infinite mockery—appeared for the first time on his incomparably handsome face.
"When I first learned of the Barbaric Beast Graveyard’s appearance, I thought I wouldn’t make it in time. I feared I would lose my chance to win this bet..."
"I never expected... you’re all just useless rabble."
"You discovered the Barbaric Beast Graveyard a full two years ago. Tens of millions of prodigies gathered here, and yet you’re all still fumbling around like idiots..."
He chuckled softly. The sound, carried by his Mental Power, reached every person’s ears, more grating than the most vicious Curse.
"Hahahahahaha..."
"But enough of this. There’s no point in talking further."
Caesar’s laughter died abruptly. His gaze turned to absolute ice.
He slowly raised his right hand and gently pointed his index finger forward.
A single word, like a world-ending command, escaped his lips.
"Kill—"
In that instant, darkness fell.
In the vacuum of the Cosmos, there is no true light or dark.
Yet in that moment, the world lost all color in everyone’s perception.
With Caesar at the center, the millions of Martial Artists from Galaxy No. 99 behind him were like volcanoes, dormant for eons. The instant the command was given, they erupted as one.
"KILL!!!"
Millions of streams of killing intent—condensed, unified, and filled with an Iron Blood Will—converged into a black torrent powerful enough to tear a galaxy asunder. This torrent surged violently toward the allied forces of the five galaxies opposite them, who were still scattered, stunned, and confused.
In an instant, a terrifying battle erupted in the most brutal and magnificent fashion.
Stream after stream of attacks tore through the vacuum.
Beams of Spiritual Energy, tempests of Mental Power, Fist Gangs, Sword Qi, saber flashes... hundreds of millions of attacks lit up the dark Cosmos in a hundred-millionth of a second. Their brilliance outshone even the giant, dim-red star.
However, the scene that unfolded next turned what should have been an epic war—a true clash of factions—into an absurd farce.
Faced with the overwhelming charge from Galaxy No. 99, the tens of millions of Martial Artists from the five galaxies did not unite as one to resist, as everyone had expected.
Their formation, in an instant, completely collapsed.
No, it couldn’t even be called a "collapse."
Because from beginning to end, they had never had a unified "formation."