Rumble, rumble—across immeasurable distance, the colossal arena forged for the Primeval Life-and-Death War sends fading, dissolving echoes of its collapse through countless projection screens, shaking every heart and stirring entire territories.
It was like thunder erupting from utter silence.
Every living soul cried out in exultation.
Victory has been decided!
Life and death are settled!
At the peak of chaos, people rubbed their eyes or wiped their lips, yearning to rush to the arena and see with their own eyes this Primeval Andrew Han, a Human from the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom.
Yet gradually, the commotion quieted. Cautiously, on that nearly indistinct arena, a blue-green figure stood in utter silence, unmoving.
"Is it over?"
"Has the Primeval Life-and-Death War ended here?"
No one knows who, no one knows how many—questions linger in countless hearts.
Twists and turns, the fierce, unpredictable struggle—most people began to doubt their eyes, their senses, even their very thoughts.
Our Human Race...
Did we truly win...?
The lofty Primeval, with noble status and boundless prospects, all staking life against life!
Those who witnessed the entire battle understood just how difficult it was to secure victory in this Stellar-Palace-Tier Primeval Life-and-Death War.
"Wait!"
"Look quickly!"
"Primeval Andrew Han is moving!"
At that moment, cries of astonishment rang out, faces and gazes changing color.
Perhaps it was blue-green light flashing, perhaps gold-red brilliance covering all—dazzling colors swept across the starry territories.
Boom!
They saw the blue-green figure lift his foot, like a mighty giant holding up the sky and earth, stamping down to crush the crystalline corpse of the last Hu-Gu Primeval!
It seemed cruel and merciless, yet there was an indescribable fierce magnificence that stirred every heart.
Do not speak of black and white, good or evil.
Do not debate right or wrong, good or bad.
Between life races, there is never room for sympathy or compassion.
There is no cooperation, no win-win, no friendly competition—strong races endure, weak races perish. This is one of the eternal laws of the boundless starry sky.
Therefore.
Andrew Han exhaled a heavy breath: "From this moment, disappear!"
Boom!
With a single stomp, the starry sky trembled!
Cosmic dust shattered, light and sound broke down into molecules—the crystalline corpse of the last Hu-Gu Primeval exploded into powder in the blink of an eye, swirling like rain of light, drifting across the heavens.
"I am sorry."
Cracks split across his skin, blood flashed in his eyes. Andrew Han looked up at the drifting rain of light: "I will not only see you dead, but utterly erased!"
Immediately after.
The eruption beyond all limits brought terrifying consequences.
Endless weakness and pain flooded his life, surged into his soul-space, filling both Origin Mystic Palaces. Even the Origin Mystic Palaces themselves trembled under unbearable strain—Andrew Han felt himself struggling on the edge of life and death.
Agonizing pain...
Utter weakness, utter powerlessness...
Even the slightest movement became a distant dream.