EBE #1886 - The dust has settled
#1886 - The dust has settled
All living beings within the Blood Realm Space who sensed the aura emanating from Qin Yi couldn't help but tremble.
Two or three of the higher-ups of the Chaos God Race even fainted under the immense pressure.
"Just how many living beings has this native slaughtered? The aura around him makes me feel like I've arrived in Hell."
"Hell isn't as terrifying as the aura on this native. I see mountains of corpses and seas of blood on him, countless wronged souls!"
"Is this the true aura of the enemy we're facing? If he had revealed this aura earlier, we wouldn't even bother fighting!"
"Damn it, how could there be any chance of victory against such a terrifying enemy? This is unrealistic!"
...
Moir felt the same way as the higher-ups of the Chaos God Race.
Moir thought to himself, "If this native had unleashed such an aura earlier, I would never have started a war with him!"
Unfortunately, it was too late to say this now. His Luck Cluster had been completely shattered.
And he had already used this desperate move.
To put it bluntly, the arrow was already on the string and had to be released.
There was no turning back, Moir could only bite the bullet and continue.
As everyone's thoughts raced, a series of thunderous sounds rang out.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!..."
Thirty enormous seven-colored lightning bolts appeared above the spear that Moir had transformed into.
Sensing the power of these seven-colored lightning bolts, Moir attacked Qin Yi without even thinking.
If he didn't act now, he would have no chance left.
He couldn't deal with these thirty enormous seven-colored lightning bolts.
Qin Yi said in a low voice, "It's too late. Just accept your fate and fall."
"Descend!"
Under Qin Yi's control, the thirty enormous seven-colored lightning bolts completely blocked Moir from all directions.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!..."
The area where Moir was instantly formed a sea of lightning.
Upon seeing this, the other higher-ups of the Chaos God Race couldn't stop their bodies from trembling.
"Such powerful seven-colored lightning, just one bolt could kill me many times over, let alone so many at once!"
"Will Lord Moir's final desperate attack have any effect? I hope they both end up dying together!"
"Look at how powerful that native is. Does Lord Moir's final desperate attack look like it will have any effect?"
"If Lord Moir's final desperate attack really works, it would be a miracle... but miracles rarely happen!"
...
Qin Yi looked at the sea of lightning, constantly launching attacks as if they were free.
He never had the habit of holding back against his enemies.
Holding back in battle meant giving his enemies a chance.
If the enemy gained a chance, it was often oneself who would be injured or killed!
"God-Tier Chaos Bell - Imprison Time!"
"God-Tier Chaos Bell - Suppress Space!"
"Thunderous Pangu Axe - Kill!"
"Clang!"
A ray of axe light flew out from the Thunderous Pangu Axe.
The axe light directly cleaved into the sea of lightning.
The violent struggle within the sea of lightning paused for a moment.
Then, Moir's aura continuously weakened and weakened...
Until it completely disappeared.
When the higher-ups of the Chaos God Race sensed Moir's complete disappearance, they were utterly despairing.
A miracle... had not happened after all.
A dozen breaths later, the sea of lightning slowly dissipated.
Inside, there was nothing left except a spatial ring that Qin Yi could keep.
After collecting the spatial ring left behind by Moir, Qin Yi turned his head to look at the higher-ups of the Chaos God Race.
Moir had completely fallen, now it was their turn.
When the higher-ups of the Chaos God Race saw Qin Yi's attention on them, they immediately knelt on the ground with a 'plop' without even thinking.
With snot and tears streaming down their faces, they said:
"Lord Qin Emperor, spare us! We don't want to die yet. All the bad things we've done over the years were forced upon us by Moir."
"That's right! Didn't you come for the Potter Race? Now that the chief culprit who oppressed the Potter Race has completely fallen, we are innocent."
"Moir, that bastard! We have advised him many times over the years, but he was stubborn and refused to listen, which led to this disaster today!"
"If he had listened to our advice earlier, he would definitely not have fallen to this end. Lord Qin Emperor, we are all good people!"
...
Qin Yi looked at the performance of these higher-ups of the Chaos God Race with a face full of戏谑.
To save their lives, they had even changed their address to Qin Yi.
As for their words that they were good people, Qin Yi didn't believe a single word.
Now that Moir was dead, they were shifting the blame to the fallen Moir. How bizarre.
After these higher-ups of the Chaos God Race cried for a while, perhaps seeing that Qin Yi had no reaction.
Or perhaps they couldn't continue to say such insincere words, they looked at Qin Yi with probing eyes.
Qin Yi's voice was emotionless as he said, "Are you all done crying? Then it's time to send you on your way."
Hearing this, the minds of these higher-ups of the Chaos God Race suddenly went blank.
The fate of falling had not changed after all.
Qin Yi raised his hand and struck, and all of these higher-ups of the Chaos God Race fell.
Leaving them at the beginning of the war was to disrupt Moir's mind.
Analyzing from a normal battle perspective, Qin Yi's tactic was not bad and achieved unprecedented success.
After collecting everything of value from the scene, Qin Yi's figure disappeared from the spot.
Soon, news of the fall of Moir and the other higher-ups of the Chaos God Race spread throughout the entire 615 area.
After hearing this news, the Chaos God Race in the 615 area widened their eyes and couldn't believe it at all.
But then, constantly solid evidence appeared, forcing them to believe it.
"Lord Moir, such a Completion Enlightenment Immortal Realm expert, has fallen. Does that mean there is no hope left for our 615 area?"
"Thinking back to when we descended to the 615 area and annihilated all the natives here, we never thought there would be a day like today."
"It's really a reversal of fortune. We're actually going to die at the hands of these natives. What a joke, a huge joke!"
"These damned natives, vermin, things that aren't even worthy of being promoted by our Chaos God Race, are now going to kill us. Damn it!"
...
A day later, the Chaos God Race, unwilling in their hearts, eventually disappeared from this land.
The 615 area completely belonged to the Small Firmament Star Domain.
At this point, the conquest goal set by Qin Yi for this trip had been completed.
Qin Liang and Qin Lin were setting up a brand-new defensive architecture.
Lan Wenhao, Ying Zhi, and Su He were arranging how to make full use of all the newly conquered territories.
Qin Yi was in the Star Blue Tower, looking at the cultivation resources that Qin Lin had given him.
These were the spoils of war left over after deducting the consumption of this trip.
Now, Qin Yi's family was big and his business was big, and it was completely different from before.
Each conquest would consume a large number of cultivation resources.
If these cultivation resources all came from the Small Firmament Star Domain or the Small Thousand World, it would inevitably cause a certain degree of resource tension.
Therefore, it was also necessary to continuously seize spoils of war along the way to supplement the consumption.