[As you sensed that the two were about to flee in opposite directions, you, still chewing on your crescent-shaped iron dart, charged straight towards the "Crimson Lotus" mech.]
This is the first second.
[Bomb*2]
[In the second, the two mechs reacted and fled in opposite directions. Elemental flames erupted from their feet. You focused solely on the Crimson Lotus mech, rushing forward first. Combined with your increased speed from your superior strength, you closed the distance between you and the opponent.]
In the fifth second, you caught up with him!
[In the sixth second, you slammed the Crimson Lotus Machine heavily to the ground!]
[In the seventh second, you launched a frenzied attack, your arms steaming red with blood, and the Crimson Lotus Mech's defensive field was shattered!]
[In the eighth second, the pilot inside the machine sends you a final curse, communicating rapidly through mental means: "Senior Wang will soon be heading to the inner ring area to summon the pilot of the peak-level Divine Machine of the Third Realm: The Angel of Death. You are doomed!"]
[In the ninth second, you tear open the fuselage and blow the pilot's head off; he's dead beyond any doubt.]
[At the tenth second, you turn around. The other machine, "Embodiment 1," has already escaped far away. Having completed its acceleration, it is now in the air, and you have no hope of catching up with it.]
[It seems that, just as "Red Lotus" said before her death, you will be hunted down by that divine machine whose stats are equivalent to more than ten times that of a peak third realm cultivator, and you will not escape death?]
After all, you really can't catch up with the "Emperor Unit 1". It has completed its full-power acceleration, taken to the sky again, and gone too far.
"But Unit-01 is still in the same spot!" you chuckle, and that ten-second glimpse of the future shatters.
[You, chewing on a half-moon iron dart, grinned, a half-meter-long smile spreading across your face: "Trying to escape? Trying to split up and run away?"]
[The pilot's head explodes instantly inside the "Crimson Lotus" mech you pointed at!]
[You've brought back to the present, ten seconds from now, when you've blown his head off!]
"So there's only one target left: the 'Emergency Unit' that's still stationary and hasn't started its escape yet."
You charged forward, laughing wildly, while the pilot of Unit 1, shocked and bewildered by his companion's sudden death, reacted a beat too late.
[This resulted in him dying even faster than Honglian. In just six seconds, you blasted open his chest, the force traveling upwards through his chest, turning his brain into a complete mess.]
[Even on his deathbed, he was filled with regret, or rather, resentment: he was unable to deliver the information to the brilliant pilot.]
If only this battlefield of myriad races were like the airspace, with the sky filled with signal base stations, how wonderful that would be! Here, they can only conduct internal communication within a range of up to 100,000 miles...
You devour the two mechs. Although their strength can't compare to your well-honed physique, they can still be considered a dessert, slightly boosting your power level.
"This kind of life, where you can level up just by eating and drinking, is so awesome!"
[In 5089, you lament that ten seconds is too short, and some bugs are hard to trigger.]
[For example, if you accumulate a lot of precious resources and then stuff them all into your mouth, then return your state of mind from that future to the present moment.]
[Reusing the same resource repeatedly, using one foot to step on the other and fly away.]
But you can't take that huge lump of food that's still inside your stomach back with you. The only thing you can bring back is the nutrients you digested and fully absorbed in those ten seconds.
"I need to find some readily available resources, and then come up with a few ultimate moves that can unleash all the damage output within ten seconds, even if it means self-harm..."
[In 5091, you swept across the battlefield of myriad races, reaching the late stage of the Third Realm, becoming increasingly invincible.]
[You think that dividing the realm into only four stages—beginner, intermediate, advanced, and peak—is too simplistic, considering the difference in strength between the three realms. The weakest, the initial advance to the third realm, can only completely obliterate an area within a mile in radius with a single strike, destroying a low mountain.]
[The destructive power of a peak-stage third realm cultivator is enough to completely destroy an area of more than ten miles in radius. It may appear that the hill has simply grown from a small mountain to a large one, but in reality, its power has increased two to three thousand times!]
"The three realms should be divided into twelve levels. With each advancement, strength more than doubles... And I am currently at the eighth level, with the combat power of the thirteenth level!"
In the year 5105, you witnessed the world change color at a point on the battlefield of all races.
A peerless aura, sweeping across an area of 300,000 miles, spread out, its overwhelming and noble presence causing all living beings within its range to pale in fear!
[This is... someone is ascending to the highest level!]
[Within the third realm of this battlefield of ten thousand races, a being is advancing to the fourth realm!]
[In response, the vast majority of races choose to stay away: they will be expelled after advancing in the Battlefield of Myriad Races, but depending on their strength, there will be a delay period. Given the size of this Battlefield of Myriad Races, the delay period for a Fourth Realm Supreme is approximately one hundred breaths.]
Among ordinary prodigies, no one wanted to provoke him. After all, that supreme being would be kicked out within a hundred breaths of his successful ascension, and wouldn't be able to interfere with them.
Although the opponent is still advancing in their career and could potentially be interrupted—the danger is too great; a failed interruption would mean certain death.
Some peak-level cultivators of the Inner Ring Three Realms, possessing Sacred Bodies, Divine Strategies, and Ancient Beast Blood, hesitated. Killing a half-Supreme being in the process of advancement would undoubtedly bring a significant amount of "blessing of fortune," and the advancing cultivator didn't seem to be particularly strong directly, but rather possessed impressive combat skills...
While they hesitated, a demonic figure charged forward, laughing maniacally!
It's you!
[You recognized that ascendant. Decades ago, that person tore open the supreme shackles that pierced through the bones and flesh of the old monster. He was full of vigor and said that he would become the protagonist of the era, and become the first fourth-realm supreme being in the new era in the Azure Domain that had experienced the great catastrophe.]
[Luo Yong, Wu Guiren's eldest disciple!]
"What a damn coincidence!?" You drool, staining the ground below with black and red demonic spots.
"Little Yongzi, your path to supreme power was paved with the fortune you stole from under me, and you climbed it by stepping on the back of some old bastard—"
"What Old Fei gave away so easily, I'll fucking take back with my own hands!"
[Tens of thousands of miles away, Luo Yong is taking the first step towards becoming a supreme being—suppressing all opposition across ten thousand miles!]
With absolute dominance and arrogance, I declare to all living beings within a radius of ten thousand miles: I am supreme!
[The lower limit for an ordinary Supreme Being's breakthrough is a horizontal range of 100,000 li. Chu He only managed to injure his five- or six-hundred-year-old Supreme Being by a mere 200,000 li, while Luo Yong reached 300,000 li!]
[If this were the era two thousand years ago, when humanity's fortunes were at their peak, Luo Yong would be second only to Bei Chenguang and Xiang Yang, becoming the third youngest supreme being in the history of humanity. He might even break through to the fourth realm at the age of three hundred.]
[Now it took five hundred years to achieve, hampered by the times.]
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