Soon, Lin Feng arrived directly beneath the crimson pillar of light.

Here, he saw more, stronger, guards.

Those were one hundred death knights, clad in jet-black runic heavy armor, wielding greatswords burning with hellfire, and riding three-headed hellhounds.

Their auras, each one of them, reached the level of a general.

The leading death knight even removed his helmet, revealing a skeletal face burning with eerie blue flames.

His aura is now incredibly close to that of Uriel back then.

He is Morlock, the centurion of the Demon King's personal guard, the "Apocalypse Bringer".

"Mortals, halt here."

Morlock stared intently at Lin Feng with his eyes burning with the fire of his soul, his voice like two tombstones rubbing against each other.

“You are very strong, even stronger than Lord Uriel.”

"However, the 'Gate' is the property of His Majesty the Demon King. Anyone who tries to lay a finger on it will be turned into fuel for the fires of hell."

He raised the runic greatsword in his hand.

"A mortal?" A barely perceptible smile curved Lin Feng's lips, a look that was almost one of pity, as if he were looking at a frog in a well. "You know nothing about me."

"I am Morlock, the centurion 'Baptist of Doom'! The most loyal under the Demon King's command..."

Morlock's words were cut short before he could finish speaking.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but rather that he found himself unable to.

An invisible and intangible, yet heavy as billions of stars, terrifying will crashed into his sea of ​​souls!

This will is domineering, pure, and filled with supreme and unquestionable majesty.

In its presence, Morlock's proud, battle-hardened, and steely fighting spirit was like a fragile flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

"Kneel down."

Lin Feng uttered those two words again.

Unlike before in the F-12 theater, this time, his voice resounded directly in the depths of the souls of the hundred Death Knights, transforming into an irreversible, absolute law.

Morlock's eyes, burning with eerie blue flames, throbbed violently.

He wanted to rebel, to raise the runic greatsword in his hand, and to defend his honor as the Demon King's personal guard.

He used all his strength to try to resist the absolute suppression from the soul level.

The three-headed hellhound beneath him let out a painful howl, black blood flowing from its seven orifices. Its massive body, unable to bear the weight, collapsed to its knees, smashing the earth and creating a deep crater.

However, Morlock persisted. His bones emitted a sickening creaking sound, as if they might be crushed into powder at any moment by the invisible pressure.

"You have some backbone." Lin Feng's tone carried a hint of insignificant praise. "Unfortunately, it's all meaningless."

He raised his right hand.

This time, he neither pressed down nor clenched his fist.

He simply snapped his fingers lightly.

"Smack."

A crisp sound, like the death knell, echoed through the silent valley.

The next second.

Morlock's pupils, burning with eerie blue flames, suddenly froze.

The flame that symbolized his life and will flickered violently, like a candle flame blown by a gale, before going out completely.

His body remained standing.

But his soul, his will, and all traces of his existence were completely erased and reduced to nothingness in the high-dimensional mental storm triggered by that snap of his fingers.

"Clang!"

The runic greatsword, burning with hellfire, slipped from his lifeless hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, the jet-black runic heavy armor, along with his skeletal body, shattered into pieces like a sand sculpture weathered over millions of years, turning into a pile of ashes that drifted into the air.

Centurion Morlock was utterly destroyed, both in body and soul.

The remaining ninety-nine death knights watched helplessly as their leader vanished completely in a way they could not comprehend.

It was an extreme fear that originated from the deepest part of the soul.

They couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.

Rumble...

Under Lin Feng's divine might, which was as vast as the universe, the remaining ninety-nine death knights, along with their mounts, knelt down in unison, lowered their proud heads, and trembled.

They are not submitting, they are in fear.

A kind of instinctive, uncontrollable fear when facing natural enemies or higher life forms.

Lin Feng didn't look at them again.

To him, these so-called demon king's guards were no different from pebbles on the roadside. Clearing away one in his way was enough.

His gaze swept across the entire valley.

He could sense that beneath this polluted earth, within those twisted mountain walls, lay countless pairs of eyes filled with resentment and greed.

That was the last and most elite demon army, lurking here to guard the "gate".

"Do you think we can't find you just by hiding?"

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold.

"Noisy insects should be prepared to be eliminated."

He slowly closed his eyes.

He unleashed his immense telekinetic power, enough to cover the entire planet, like mercury spilling onto the ground, without reservation!

Buzz!

An invisible wave, centered on him, spread outwards to cover the entire No. 0 restricted area.

This time, it wasn't high-frequency vibration, spatial cutting, or simply physical crushing.

This time, it's about "control".

It is absolute control over the material world, at its most fundamental and microscopic level!

In an instant, the entire valley stood still.

It's not that time has stopped, but rather that the movement of matter has been forcibly halted.

The air stopped moving.

The dust stopped floating.

The radiation of energy has stopped.

Everything fell into an eerie, absolute, deathly silence.

Those "digging worms" hidden deep underground, their mouthparts strong enough to burrow through the earth's crust, instantly stiffened, and the blood in their bodies stopped flowing.

Those obsidian gargoyles that blend into the mountainside, their indestructible body structure is locked at the atomic level, making them unable to make any further movements.

And those "Void Hunters" lurking in the shadows, their much-vaunted phase-shifting abilities, were completely rendered ineffective at this moment.

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of the last elite demons in the entire No. 0 restricted area had their bodies completely taken over by Lin Feng's telekinetic power.

They can think and feel fear, but they can't even move a finger.

They became prisoners of their own bodies.

"Now……"

Lin Feng opened his eyes, a hint of indifference flashing in them.

"Let it vanish into nothingness."

His thoughts transformed into the final, decree of judgment.

The next second.

A scene that would terrify even gods and demons unfolded.

Those hundreds of thousands of demonic creatures frozen in place began to disintegrate without warning, starting from the most microscopic level!

There was no explosion, no light, no sound.

Only, silent, utter, annihilation.

Their flesh and blood, their bones, their scales, all their material forms, were broken down into the most primitive forms—quarks, leptons, bosons—under Lin Feng's will.

Then, these fundamental particles were completely erased from existence, returning to absolute "nothingness".

It was as if they had never existed in this universe.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

When Lin Feng lowered his hand again, the entire valley had been completely "purified".

The wriggling, foul-smelling black fungal carpet disappeared.

The countless monsters that had been hiding throughout the valley vanished.

Those death knights kneeling on the ground also vanished.

All that remained was a bare, dark red, and lifeless earth.

And in the center of the valley, there was still that ominous, blood-red pillar of light that pierced the heavens and the earth.

One person cleared the entire restricted area.

Lin Feng's gaze finally focused entirely on the crimson pillar of light.

That is the source of everything, a "gate" connecting to another dimension.

He could sense a terrifying aura emanating from the other side of the door—an aura that was incredibly vast, incredibly profound, and even faintly comparable to his own.

This aura was completely different from any of the monsters we had encountered before.

It is neither chaotic, nor evil, nor filthy.

On the contrary, it was full of order, full of majesty, full of an absolute, domineering confidence.

"Finally, we've found one that we can watch."

Lin Feng muttered to himself.

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the crimson pillar of light.

However, he did not immediately destroy the "door".

He is waiting.

Wait for the owner on the other side of the door to come out on their own.

As if in response to his expectations, the originally violent and restless crimson pillar of light began to rapidly contract, becoming stable and gentle.

At the center of the beam of light, space began to twist and fold violently, forming a bottomless, purplish-black vortex.

Immediately afterwards.

One foot stepped out of the whirlpool.

It was a perfect, barefoot animal, as if carved from the finest white jade.

Then, a tall, slender figure, yet exuding an indescribable sense of power, slowly walked out of the door.

The moment she fully appeared, the whole world paled in comparison.

It was a woman.

A woman whose beauty defies description.

She had long, flowing silver hair that cascaded down to her ankles, each strand seemingly containing the trajectory of stars. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, like the most perfect masterpiece of the gods, without the slightest flaw.

A pair of eyes, as bright and deep as amethyst, with vertical pupils like those of a feline.

It added an eerie charm to her sacred beauty.

She wore a long black dress with an extremely complex structure, seemingly woven from dark matter and starlight. Countless mysterious, golden runes flowed slowly across the dress.

She wore no jewelry, but her very presence was the most dazzling treasure.

She is the Demon King.

Her aura was vast and boundless, rivaling Lin Feng's domineering and pure divine power, yet they were distinctly separate.

If Lin Feng represents the material universe, order, and control, then he is the absolute monarch.

So she is the Supreme Empress, representing the abyss and the void, destruction and creation.

After the Demon Queen stepped out of the "door," the pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Her gaze immediately fell on Lin Feng.

Her amethyst eyes held no anger, no murderous intent; instead, they revealed a hint of appreciation, a hint of surprise, and even a hint of... relief.

She smiled slightly, and that smile brightened the entire dark red sky.

Her voice was clear, melodious, and carried an innate nobility and majesty.

"You're really strong."

"It's stronger than I expected."

"You are qualified to be my ally."

"Allies?" Lin Feng's voice was extremely cold: "Is this how you treat your allies? Treating their planet as a battlefield, slaughtering their compatriots, and pushing them to the brink of destruction?"

Upon hearing this, the female demon king, completely unconcerned, extended a slender finger and gently stroked her long silver hair.

Her movements were elegant and composed, as if she were discussing something trivial.

"Would people like you and me care about the lives of those ants?"

Her voice carried a hint of matter-of-fact indifference.

"Life is the cheapest, most consumable commodity in the universe. Its birth and destruction are nothing more than the gathering and dispersing of energy, which is meaningless. Only those of us who stand at the pinnacle, who can control the laws and look down on the river of time, are truly 'alive'."

"Their sacrifice was worthwhile." The Demon Queen's purple vertical pupils gazed at Lin Feng with an undeniable honesty. "Their sacrifice led me to you."

Lin Feng fell silent.

He neither refuted nor agreed.

He was waiting. Waiting for her to tell him the whole truth.