In the depths of outer space, turmoil raged. Cosmic dust and fine matter were shattered to fragments as two Void Rift Tier beings unleashed a furious strike, forcing Miles Ning, the Sealed Celestial, back by tens of millions of meters. Yet even so, the rage in their hearts could not be quelled.
Their terrifying wrath was like storm clouds blotting out the sun, enveloping everything within tens of millions of meters.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"Earth must be wiped out—not a single one can be spared!"
These two Void Rift Tier beings from the Pink-Skin Humans glared at Miles Ning, wishing they could tear him to shreds, reduce him to ashes, and cast him into purgatory to be tormented for countless eras.
The losses were immense—beyond words, utterly devastating.
After countless eras of inheritance, all it took was a moment’s carelessness for the Pink-Skin Humans to pay such a bitter price.
They had arrived half a step too late, and it felt as if their very souls were bleeding. In just that brief instant, seventy-nine true Stellar Palace Tier lives of the Pink-Skin Humans had fallen.
"Dead."
"All of them are dead."
Someone murmured softly, gazing at the two Void Rift Tier elders.
The original plan was to launch the kill trap simultaneously, separated by countless light-years—to kill the cultivation genius Andrew Han and the Sealed Celestial Miles Ning at the same time. Yet on this side, they had nearly been wiped out.
Fortunately, there were Void Rift Tier elders present.
Otherwise, facing the ruthless Miles Ning, everyone present would have died.
"Miles Ning!"
The child-faced, white-haired Void Rift elder lunged at Miles Ning in a frenzy, unleashing the terror of Void Rift Tier might.
A true Void Rift Tier existence, striking out in wrath!
In an instant, heaven and earth darkened; even the radiance of the stars seemed unable to match the white-haired elder’s might.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Miles Ning took a deep drag of his Zhonghua cigarette, standing firm in the starry sky. He stepped forward in his black cloth shoes, while countless streams of flame trailing from the depths of the star roared and surged, their light and heat swirling through heaven and earth—spreading sun, moon, and stars wide, as if a million wild dragons were shattering the void with their furious roar.
In the dim, icy vacuum, a giant ripple spread out, smoothing all aftershocks. It was like a mighty sun slowly rising—unstoppable.
His pupils reflected the star.
Light and heat erupted with power!
Facing the Void Rift existence of the Pink-Skin Humans, Miles Ning no longer concealed his strength. His overwhelming might tore the starry sky asunder, spanning a million meters. When the two collided, it was as if mountains, rivers, sun, and moon descended in absolute silence upon calamity.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With every clash between the white-haired Void Rift elder and Miles Ning, sharp wails echoed, mourning the fallen Stellar Palace kin. The elder's surging momentum overwhelmed Miles Ning.
What had been a standoff now shifted to a clear advantage.
The Pink-Skin Human Void Rift elder’s technique was elusive as an antelope’s horns, its mysterious power assailing Miles Ning from all sides and driving him steadily back.
“What kind of Void Rift are you?”
“If you dare leave the planetary system, I could kill you with a single blow!” the white-haired elder roared in the void, advancing step by step and parting the streams of light and heat from the star.
If Miles Ning were right beside the star, perhaps the elder would be more cautious.
Only when Miles Ning is near his sealed celestial body does he reach his strongest state, qualifying as Void Rift Tier. In short: the farther from the star, the weaker Miles Ning becomes.
Here, Miles Ning is barely Void Rift Tier!
If he goes any farther, he’ll be somewhere between peak Stellar Palace and Void Rift Tier.
“Kill you, kill you, kill you!”
The white-haired elder growled endlessly, his feet twisting the light of the starry sky. All the darkness of outer space was but a mirror beneath his feet, bowing before him—even the stars paled.
He suddenly lunged at Miles Ning.
That pink-skinned fist became a comet, fiercely grinding out clouds of vapor—almost destroying the vacuum itself. Yet Miles Ning’s wrinkled, old face remained cold, his thin hand swirling with concentrated light and heat, resisting each furious, murderous punch.
“So this is Void Rift Tier.”
Miles Ning murmured, eyes narrowed.