"It's over, we're finished!!!"
Yuan Li's desperate roar pierced the sky, and the remaining Lieyang soldiers instinctively looked up at the sky upon hearing it.
Above the void, several enormous golden hands, as vast as the sky, slowly descended like dark clouds that blotted out the sun.
Wherever it passed, the space shattered instantly, like fragile glass, emitting a chilling cracking sound.
Their eyes, already dulled by Pan Zhen's defeat, widened instantly at this moment, as if gripped by the boundless pressure emanating from that golden giant hand, causing their souls to tremble.
It was an expression of deep-seated fear and helplessness, his pupils contracting sharply to the size of pinpoints.
His eyes trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if they were about to break free from the restraints of his skin.
After a moment of deathly silence, their legs seemed to have lost all strength, and they involuntarily went limp.
Everyone, just like Yuan Li, knelt heavily on the ground with a "thump".
Her hands hung limply at her sides, like withered vines that had lost their vitality, or as if they had been broken, drooping lifelessly.
The muscles in his face began to twitch violently, and the corners of his mouth drooped down, forming a bitter and desperate arc.
His lips trembled incessantly, and his teeth chattered, as if he were shivering in the cold despair.
They, who had been struggling to persevere, suddenly had tears welling up in their eyes.
The soldiers of the Blazing Sun in the warship fought back tears.
It was a struggle on the verge of collapse yet unwilling to give in; their eyes revealed a light that was a mixture of stubbornness and despair.
However, just two seconds later, tears finally burst forth like a flood.
Tears streamed freely down Yuan Li's dirty, stubble-covered face, pooling at his chin.
Each tear fell onto the steel plate beneath their feet, making a crisp yet heavy sound, as if each tear carried their endless despair.
A low, suppressed sob escaped his throat, a sound like a desperate wail squeezed from the depths of his soul.
In this vast universe, it appears particularly desolate, like a mournful elegy, telling of their helplessness and despair.
Pan Zhen, who was thrown down, was still conscious. Looking at the falling golden hand, he felt a chill run down his spine.
He knew that everyone who came out with him this time was going to be wiped out.
But what Pan Zhen was more worried about was that Di Hongkun was unaware of the power of the Great Xia civilization.
If that's really the case, then the Lieyang civilization may truly be becoming history.
However, he no longer has any means of relaying information; his bones are broken and shattered, and he cannot move an inch.
Even the dark dimension was almost completely destroyed by that one squeeze.
Now, all he hopes is that his death will alert Di Hongkun.
Just then, the golden giant hand in the void suddenly accelerated its speed and crashed down with an aura of destruction.
The first of the Sunfire warships to be hit was instantly reduced to a pile of scrap metal, its hull emitting a piercing metallic twisting sound under the immense force.
Then it turned into countless flying fragments, falling like a torrential rain of metal.
The soldiers on the warship didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly swallowed up by this powerful force and disappeared without a trace.
The soldiers on the other warships witnessed this horrific scene, and their eyes were filled with even greater despair.
However, they were powerless to fight back and could only watch helplessly as death drew ever closer.
The giant golden hand continued to fall mercilessly, and warship after warship was easily crushed into dust like fragile paper boats before it.
Each time the giant hand fell, it was accompanied by a dazzling light and a deafening roar, as if death itself was ruthlessly pronouncing their fate.
As the last warship was smashed to dust, the battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
The once bustling and noisy fleet is now nothing but emptiness and dust flying everywhere.
Those well-trained soldiers of the Blazing Sun were also wiped out along with the destruction of the warship.
Their figures vanished forever into this desolate void, leaving behind only endless sorrow and deathly silence.
Seeing this, Pan Zhen closed his eyes in despair. Falling from such a height, even with his third-generation divine body, would not be easy, and he might even die.
He passed through the atmosphere, his body flaming as he rubbed against the air, like a meteorite crashing down on the palace where the people of the Great Xia civilization were.
"Your Majesty, something has fallen. Should I take action and smash it?" Li Xin asked from the side.
The First Emperor smiled and waved his hand; he sensed something falling towards them before anyone else present.
Even without the blessing of the Human Emperor Banner, he is still a fourth-generation divine body, which is incomparable to others.
The rest of the Great Xia people also waited curiously for the thing to fall. The silent atmosphere aroused the curiosity of the War God of Noxing, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead.
However, he dared not open his eyes, for fear that others would discover that he had woken up.
However, the next moment, the top of the palace was smashed through, and Pan Zhen, like a meteorite, accurately struck the God of War of Nuoxing.
The sudden turn of events startled the God of War of Nuoxing. He abandoned his feigned death and quickly opened his eyes.
But my body has been lying down for too long, and now it feels incredibly sluggish.
There's no way to avoid that blow!
"Damn it, why is my luck so bad!" the God of War of Noxing roared inwardly.
At the critical moment, Pan Zhen, who was about to crash down, was suddenly frozen in mid-air by a force.
His face was no distance from the God of War of the Nors, completely pressed together.
The God of War of the Stars was dumbfounded; he had actually been kissed by another big man.
Just as he was about to push it away, he found that his body was also frozen in place, unable to move an inch.
Lu Renjia appeared beside the First Emperor at some point, and was now watching Pan Zhen and the God of War of Nuoxing with great interest.
The First Emperor sighed and turned to him, saying, "Brother Lu, please don't offend our eyes."
Upon hearing this, Lu Renjia chuckled softly and casually tossed Pan Zhen aside.
The God of War of Noxing felt a lightness in his body, and he quickly straightened up by supporting himself with his hands on the ground.
"Pah, pah, pah! What a piece of trash!"
I was just making a comment when I saw a face that looked all too familiar.
"Pan Zhen?! How could he have been arrested too! Could it be that the Great Xia civilization has also been targeted by the Lieyang Empire?!"
Pan Zhen was also speechless with shock. He never expected that the invincible God of War of Nuoxing would become a prisoner.
What shocked him even more was that the true strength of the Great Xia civilization was actually so formidable.
The palace contained hundreds of energy fluctuations from third-generation super soldiers and above, with even the weakest one being almost on par with him.
Such strength is something that neither the Lieyang Civilization nor the Deno Civilization can contend with.
When the First Emperor saw Pan Zhen, he asked in confusion, "Brother Lu, this isn't like you at all."
The usual Lu Renjia would kill anyone he saw, leaving no survivors.
Lu Renjia didn't keep them in suspense and said softly.
"Their civilizations are too weak. Let's give them a chance to join forces so that you can all fight to your heart's content."
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