The battlefield of Xuanwu Base has been stained with flames and blood.

Among the ruins, the mechas were broken, the artillery fire gradually subsided, and the roar of the alien beasts still echoed between heaven and earth. But all of this suddenly stopped in the next moment.

All eyes, all cameras, were directed towards the figure that was slowly walking out.

Song Lufeng, the master of Xuanwu Base.

His black robe fluttered in the wind, and his silver armor gleamed with a cold luster under the fading sun. His expression was indifferent, and his steps were steady, as if he was among thousands of troops, and the heaven and earth made way for him.

He raised his hand, and a long black sword slowly emerged, with a cold glow like moonlight flowing on the blade.

The monsters on the battlefield felt fear, and they stopped one after another, roaring to the sky and twisting their bodies wildly, as if they had a premonition of the coming destruction.

"It's over." Song Lufeng's voice was low, like the evening drum and the morning bell, echoing between heaven and earth.

He raised the sword high in one hand, and black light suddenly condensed on the sword!

"Black Moon - Rise!"

The sky and the earth suddenly darkened, all the light was swallowed up, and only the black light from the sword illuminated the entire battlefield.

The sword light cut through the sky, instantly forming a crescent-shaped black arc, like a black moon falling from the sky!

"Boom!!!"

The black moon set, and a terrifying shock wave swept across the land. Wherever it passed, all the alien beasts were crushed into ashes in an instant!

Huge dust waves rolled like a tsunami, the earth shook, and the storm raged.

The entire battlefield was completely silent.

The camera returns to Song Lufeng. He slowly puts away his sword. The afterglow of the black moon has not yet dissipated. As his black robe flutters, the cold look on his face completely captivates the audience in front of the live broadcast.

[Who is he? So strong! So fascinating! ]

[Oh my god, what level of power does this Black Moon have? One sword can calm the entire battlefield! ]

【He is the God of the end times! 】

Gu Man looked at Song Lufeng, the young city lord, her city lord.

He still made her so proud.

He said in a gentle voice: "This is the Lord of Xuanwu City - Song Lufeng!"

[Is this the city lord of Xuanwu Base? One sword, Black Moon, calms the battlefield! I would like to call him the God of War of mankind! ]

[I'm crazy! He is the miracle of the end times, he is God! ]

[With the power of one person, he pacified thousands of troops and beasts. Oh my god, what level of power is this? 】

[He stands there, it is faith! Enough to carry the future of mankind! ]

The audiences on foreign platforms were also furious, and their voices of doubt were crushed by the shock.

[This is not a human, this is a legend of the end of the world! He will be a symbol of all warriors. ]

[I can't believe that humans can be so powerful! He is our last hope! ]

[If there is a god in the future, his name must be Song Lufeng! ]

The screen was filled with comments, tears, passion, and admiration, all gathered into a sea at this moment.

[Song Lufeng! We are proud of you! You are not only protecting the Xuanwu Base, but all of us! ]

【He is the bastion of humanity, the light in the darkness, and our hero! 】

[My child asked me: "Who can protect us?" I told him: "Song Lufeng!"

[The flag of Xuanwu Base is flying because of him! The hope of mankind is not extinguished because of him! ]

The camera zooms in, and Song Lufeng stands with his sword sheathed, his black robe fluttering, his eyes cold, like a mountain that will never collapse.

At this moment, everyone knew——

Song Lufeng is not only the city lord, he is the stabilizer of the end of the world and the last guardian of human civilization!

Outside of time and space, Song Lanpu watched this scene silently.

His eyes were complicated, with pride, shock and unspeakable emotions intertwined in their depths.

"That's my descendant... Song Lufeng... My descendant of the Song family can actually do this."

Lin Huiru stood beside him, tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with tenderness and pride:

"This is our descendant, Blue Servant! He did it, he protected the future of mankind!"

Her eyes were tearful, but she had a smile on her face, which was the pride of being an ancestor.

"The Song family... never disappoints anyone."

Lin Huiru's voice was firm, echoing between heaven and earth like a vow.

When Liu Hongsheng saw Liu Zui, his expression suddenly froze.

She stood on the battlefield, her silver armor stained with blood, her long sword pointed diagonally toward the sky, like a Valkyrie descending to the earth.

Liu Hongsheng's heart suddenly trembled, and his palms clenched slightly. His voice was hoarse:

"She is...my descendant?"

A trace of regret rose from the bottom of his heart, like a blunt knife, scraping deep into his heart.

"She is stronger than me, more determined than me..."

At this moment, a strange storm suddenly swept across the battlefield.

A numbing feeling of oppression suddenly came from afar, the air seemed to be sucked out, and the chill penetrated deep into the soul.

In the distance, a huge figure slowly appeared——

Tu Rong came over carrying a weapon from another world.

His figure was huge and sinister, and his eyes were crazy and ferocious.

Carrying on his shoulder was a black mechanical device with countless twisted runes swirling around it, emitting a suffocating aura of deathly silence.

"Alien soul harvester, activate!" Tu Rong's voice came out like a spell.

“Hum—”

The soul harvester emitted a low humming sound, and black light waves spread out with him as the center.

In an instant, everyone felt an irresistible force surge, their bodies stiffened, and their hearts suddenly contracted——

The soul... seems to be grasped by something!

The soldiers' eyes began to blur and they fell to their knees, clutching their chests in pain.

“Ah…Ahhh!!”

Someone screamed in despair, and their soul seemed to be torn away, and their body began to twitch violently.

"The soul... is slipping away!"

The air seemed to be filled with wails from the depths of the underworld. Amid the black waves, countless distorted faces emerged, with silent hisses emanating from their mouths, frantically tearing at everyone's soul.

In the live broadcast room, the audience seemed to be able to feel the pressure seeping through the screen, and a barrage of comments exploded on the screen:

[What is this!? The soul was sucked away?!]

[Oh my god, this is horrible! I feel like I’m having trouble breathing!]

[This is the killer weapon of the end of the world! Soul harvester, the real hell! ]

Tu Rong carried his weapon, his eyes flashing with madness, and laughed loudly, "This is the power from another world! How can you resist?! I am destined to win this battle!!"

The soul-harvesting black light spread like a tide. The warriors fell one after another with painful expressions on their faces, as if the thread of their lives was being yanked by invisible hands.

The scene returns to Song Lufeng.

He stood in the center of the battlefield, his sword slowly pointing at Tu Rong, his eyes extremely cold.

"You think this is victory?"

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and a black aura slowly gathered around him, like a storm from hell.

"You are wrong."

The black moon reappears and a strong wind blows!

A huge three-dimensional space, trapping Tu Rong inside!