Boom!

The planet's ley lines, which Queen Elana had just managed to connect with with all her might, were instantly and permanently severed by an incomprehensible and far greater force.

The earth let out a mournful cry, then fell silent.

Lin Feng.

The Emperor of the Empire, the "God" of this world, after remaining silent for thirty years, finally descended upon the battlefield in person.

"Gaia's stress test has come to an end."

His voice wasn't loud, but it rang clearly and directly in everyone's minds.

"Conclusion: The emotional meme 'hope' does indeed possess a powerful, unpredictable, and explosive contagiousness. However... it is still built upon a fragile, material foundation."

He slowly raised his hand.

"And material things are the cheapest toys."

As soon as he finished speaking, on the battlefield, those "magical weapons" meticulously crafted by dwarven artisans and incorporating runic technology and natural magic suddenly began to disintegrate uncontrollably.

The sturdy alloy, without any external force, turned into fine, silvery sand that slid off the Alliance warriors' bodies. The shimmering runes, like extinguished candle flames, dimmed instantly.

In just one second, tens of thousands of allied troops were disarmed and transformed back into unarmed flesh and blood.

Immediately afterwards, their weapons, whether orcish battle axes or elven longbows, met the same fate, silently turning into dust.

"What...what kind of power is this?!" Garrosh stared in utter horror as the massive battle axe in his hand turned into a handful of metallic dust, flowing away from his fingers.

This is no longer an energy attack, nor is it physical destruction; it directly alters the structure of matter at the most fundamental level!

This is Lin Feng's power, his supreme, almost "creative" mental power—the "power of qualitative change".

"Your resistance is quite interesting." Lin Feng's gaze calmly swept over the allied forces below, who were trembling violently with fear but unable to move. "But the game should end now."

He waved his hand gently again.

This time, what has changed are the empire's own creations—the "Cataclysmic Warriors".

Ten thousand cold, killing machines suddenly began to melt, twist, and reform like wax figures. Their metallic bodies merged with the blood-soaked earth beneath their feet.

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand terrifying "flesh and blood statues," each ten meters tall and made of a mixture of flesh, mud, and metal, appeared on the battlefield, constantly writhing.

Lin Feng completely dismantled the alliance's armed forces in just two seconds, and at the same time, he also "dealt with" his "out-of-control" pawns.

The godlike power he displayed, the ability to manipulate everything at will, stirred up the deepest, most primal despair in everyone's hearts.

This is something that ordinary people simply cannot contend with.

“It’s over…” Tears of resentment streamed down Li Yao’s face. They had paid such a high price, sacrificed so many comrades, and finally saw a glimmer of victory, but in the face of this absolute power, they seemed so ridiculous and so vulnerable.

"No...not yet!"

Just then, a clear, thunderous roar came from the distant horizon.

A golden streak of light, moving even faster than when Lin Feng descended, ripped through the dark sky that was shrouded in his will!

The light returned to the earth.

Irelia has finally arrived.

She hovered in mid-air, facing Lin Feng from afar. Her face was somewhat pale from the previous battle, but when she saw the tragic and bizarre battlefield below, her eyes instantly ignited with boundless rage.

"Lin Feng!" Her voice trembled slightly with anger.

“Irelia.” Lin Feng looked at her, a hint of admiration appearing on his face for the first time. “You, a speck of dust, have actually condensed into a star. Remarkable.”

"Let them go!" Irelia pointed the Star Sword at Lin Feng, the golden power of the warrior rising from the sword like flames.

"As you wish."

Lin Feng smiled and snapped his fingers.

The oppressive aura that had frozen time and space over the entire battlefield vanished instantly.

After a brief period of disorientation, the Alliance warriors, having regained their mobility, were immediately overwhelmed by the terrifying scene before them and the enormous disparity in strength, their mental defenses completely shattered.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

"We can't win... Run!"

Panic spread like wildfire. Countless soldiers threw away their weapons, now reduced to dust, and fled in disarray.

The morale of the army completely collapsed within a minute of Lin Feng's arrival.

"Stop! Don't run!" Garrosh roared, trying to stop the rout, but to no avail. Faced with godlike pressure, any words seemed pale and powerless.

However, at that very moment, Irelia's voice once again resounded throughout the entire world.

"Raise your heads, people in despair..."

"Look at the sky, at those eternal stars..."

This time, her singing lacked both the fiery fighting spirit and the sorrow of the deceased. Instead, it contained only an incredibly gentle yet incredibly resilient strength, like a mother comforting a frightened child.

The song, like warm sunshine, shone into the hearts of every fleeing soldier.

Their hearts, which had been pounding wildly with fear, gradually calmed down. They stopped in their tracks and turned to look at the golden figure in the sky.

They saw that behind that figure was a man who manipulated everything, like a demon god.

They saw that she was so small, yet she stood fearlessly in front of everyone.

“She…she’s protecting us…” a young human soldier murmured to himself.

“What…what are we doing? Are we abandoning our heroes?” An orc warrior lowered his head in shame.

"Alliance, never back down!" A dwarven veteran picked up a stone, turned to face the direction of the City of Heaven, and let out a hoarse roar.

One, two, ten, a hundred...

All the fleeing Alliance warriors stopped in their tracks. They turned around and faced the enemy who had brought them endless fear.

Although they were unarmed and their bodies trembled uncontrollably, the flame of "hope" in their eyes was rekindled by Irelia's song.

"Oh? That's quite an impressive ability to manipulate 'emotions'." Lin Feng watched this scene with great interest. "But without weapons, without power, what can you do with just willpower?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand again.

This time, he was targeting the entire battlefield.

The ground, spanning hundreds of kilometers in radius, suddenly seemed to come alive, violently churning and writhing. Hard rocks instantly became as soft as liquid.

"abyss."

Lin Feng softly uttered two words.

The entire battlefield collapsed instantly!

A colossal abyss, hundreds of kilometers in diameter and bottomless, appeared out of nowhere. Countless Alliance warriors screamed in terror as they plummeted into the abyss.

"Don't even think about it!"

Irelia's pupils contracted sharply. The starlight wings behind her suddenly erupted, and billions of golden rays, like living tentacles, instantly extended out, wrapping around the falling warriors and pulling them back into the air.

She single-handedly supported an allied army of tens of thousands of people!

The drain on a hero's power is unimaginable. Irelia's body has even begun to become somewhat translucent.

"Why bother?" Lin Feng shook his head, as if regretting her stubbornness. "Is it worth wasting your time on these 'erroneous data'?"

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the coalition forces that Irelia was holding aloft in mid-air.

His telekinesis was activated once again.

This time, it's not decomposition or recombination, but "assimilation".

The warriors lifted by the light were horrified to discover that their bodies were uncontrollably "petrifying." Their skin, flesh, and bones were rapidly losing their life force, turning into cold rock like the surrounding mountains.

Lin Feng wants to turn them into "living statues" that float in the air!

"You dare!!"

Irelia roared. She plunged her holy sword into the void before her, and golden light emanated from the blade, forming a massive shockwave that temporarily repelled Lin Feng's invisible telekinetic power and slowed the petrification process of the warriors.

However, this also kept her pinned down in place, preventing her from launching any further attacks.

She was caught in a dilemma.

If she wants to protect the Allied Forces, she must continuously exert her power to counter Lin Feng's "petrification" power, and will eventually be worn down to death.

If she abandons the allied forces and attacks Lin Feng instead, then these tens of thousands of warriors will instantly turn into cold stones, and the alliance will cease to exist.

Lin Feng, in the simplest yet cruelest way, gave her a choice she couldn't make.

“Do you see that, Irelia?” Lin Feng’s voice carried a hint of “teaching.” “This is the weakness of ‘emotion’. You will be bound by ‘bonds’ and burdened by ‘responsibility’. But I have none of these. That is why I am perfect, I am the ‘Way’.”

“Your path is a cold, deathly silence built upon the annihilation of all dissenting voices!” Irelia gritted her teeth, struggling to maintain the output of Holy Light. “Our path, however, is a warm ‘bond’ that, even in the deepest darkness, will light a lamp for each other!”

"Then let me see whether your 'light' goes out first, or my 'darkness' devours everything first."

Lin Feng stopped talking and simply increased the output of his telekinetic power.

Irelia's pressure suddenly intensified. She felt as if she were single-handedly resisting the weight of the entire world. A trickle of golden blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Her consciousness began to blur due to the excessive drain on her power.

Below, the allied forces looked at the figure in the sky, struggling to protect them like a candle flickering in the wind, and an indescribable grief and anger welled up in everyone's hearts.

"No! Your Majesty! Don't worry about us!"

"Go to battle, Your Majesty Irelia!"

"We...we are not afraid of death! We are only afraid...we are only afraid of dying without any meaning!"

Garrosh, the valiant orc chieftain, looked at the woman in the sky who was bleeding for them, and for the first time, hot tears streamed down his tiger-like eyes.

"All...Avengers!" He roared with all his might, his voice echoing through the heavens, "We are not cowards who need protection! We are warriors!"

"Raise your hands! Let us offer our last breath, our last will, and everything we have to our heroes!"

"Let her become our sword of revenge!"

"For...Irelia!!"

"For Irelia!!!"

The roar of tens of thousands of people converged into an invisible yet earth-shaking spiritual torrent.

All the Alliance warriors, lifted into the air, raised their hands high, aiming at the golden figure in the sky.

They relinquished their attachment to life and their fear of death. In that moment, only one purest, most fervent thought remained in their hearts—

Let their heroes win!