Several dark shadows rushed to the edge of the formation like ghosts, and their sharp claws grabbed towards the center of the formation with a sharp scream that tore through the air, but were bounced back by the light curtain of the formation, and golden flames instantly ignited on their bodies.
They looked at each other, determination flashed in their eyes, and a strong connotation burst out at the same time - that was a sign of sacrificing their own essence.
“Sizzle—”
The foundation exploded, and the light curtain of the formation was torn into a crack, and a figure slowly walked out of the crack.
He was wearing a black robe with dark patterns, and the air pressure around him caused the space to distort slightly. His eyes swept across the embarrassed black shadow's remaining soul, and finally fell on Malga in the formation.
"I told you not to be so playful."
The man's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, as if he was scolding a naughty child, "Did you get out of control?"
Marga suddenly looked up, the tears on his face had not yet dried. When he saw the person coming, his eyes instantly became complicated - there was surprise, grievance, and a hint of imperceptible dependence.
Outside the formation, the will of the universe and the gods of creation looked solemn.
The aura of this figure was even more terrifying than they had imagined, as if he could overturn the entire star field with a single wave of his hand. It was a sense of oppression that penetrated deep into their bones, far beyond what Malga could even compare to.
"Father..." Marga's voice trembled. His dissatisfaction and grievance towards the formation just now turned into a childish show of weakness at this moment.
The man didn't look at her again, but turned to look at the will of the universe and the gods of creation, his eyebrows slightly raised.
"My daughter is ignorant and has caused trouble for you all. But isn't it unseemly to use the majority to bully the minority?"
Before he finished speaking, he moved his fingertips slightly, and the torn crack healed on its own. The dark shadows and residual souls that sacrificed themselves gradually condensed into shape under the cover of his breath. Although they were weak, they no longer dissipated.
The will of the universe and the gods of creation exchanged glances, and both saw fear in each other's eyes.
The appearance of this man obviously changed the situation completely.
The man stretched out his hand and clenched it, and the gods of creation died instantly, leaving only the will of the universe.
“He is more terrifying than before. Just as the man was about to kill the Universal Will, the Eighth Universal Will appeared on the scene.
"That's enough. Since we're moving to the Ninth Universe, don't cross this red line. The Ninth Universe's will isn't as easy to talk to as we are."
The man's palm suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the dark energy lingering at his fingertips almost crushed the void.
He slowly turned around and his eyes fell on the will of the eighth universe that suddenly appeared - it was a ball of light that was deeper than the will of this universe, and there were patterns of laws flowing around it that did not belong to this world.
"Eighth?" The man raised his lips in a cold arc and slowly loosened his palm.
The will of the universe, imprisoned by the invisible force, felt as if it had been pardoned. The ball of light trembled violently, but could not even utter a sound. "You are well-informed."
The voice of the will of the Eighth Universe was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority: "The passage to the Ninth Universe is about to open. All inter-universe migrants must abide by the convention."
"If you crush this will at this moment, you will cross the Ninth's bottom line. Then, not only will you not be able to migrate with your people, but you yourself will probably be trapped in the Chaos Rift forever."
The man's eyes swept over the fragments of laws left after the sudden death of the Creator God, then looked at the trembling will of the universe huddled in the ball of light, and finally snorted coldly: "He's lucky."
He raised his hand and a beam of dark energy accurately hit the will of the universe, but did not destroy it.
It merely dissipated most of his power—the ball of light instantly dimmed, like a candle in the wind. "This is just a lesson," the man's voice was as cold as ice.
"Take care of your universe and stop letting this annoying 'order' stand in my daughter's way."
The will of the universe retreated tumbling and crawling, not daring to leave even a harsh word.
The will of the eighth universe looked at the man and said, "The migration list has been confirmed. The number of places for the Destroyer Clan is limited. You'd better control your clan members and don't make any mistakes at the last minute."
The man sneered and ignored him. He turned to look at Malga who was still trapped in the formation, and with a wave of his hand, he tore the indestructible light cage into pieces.
"When you've had enough fun, come with me. The Ninth Universe is much more interesting than here."
Malga looked at the remains of the God of Creation on the ground, then looked at his father's back. Finally, he gritted his teeth, took Kokoro, and followed the man.
Before leaving, she glanced back at Martin's fleet, a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes, and then was replaced by cold indifference.
The will of the eighth universe watched them enter the void crack before turning towards Martin and leaving behind a meaningful sentence.
"Chaos and order are the two sides of the universe. His move to the Ninth doesn't mean the conflict is over. You're on your own."
After saying this, the ball of light of the Eighth Universe's will also dissipated into the void.
All that remained on the battlefield were broken starships and scattered fragments of laws.
The will of the universe looked weakly at the direction where Marga disappeared, then looked at the imprisoned Betan, and disappeared without saying a word.
Martin looked at the closed crack at the end of the void, his expression changing in the cold light of the starship.
The scene just now was engraved in his mind like a brand - the fall of the God of Creation, the embarrassment of the will of the universe, and the unfathomable power of that man, all reminded him.
The game of the universe was far from over. But the fluctuations of system energy coming from his fingertips rekindled his confidence.
The fleet recalibrated its route, and the coordinates of the Xuanhuang Realm became clearer on the star map.
Betan was placed in a special purification cabin. Martin consulted all the ancient books on soul purification and combined them with the repair plan provided by the system, and finally woke him up three months later.
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