Free Web NovelChapter 273: Chapter273-The Power of Inner Space
The voice was not loud, yet it strangely pierced through the entire abyssal plane and clearly entered the ears of every powerhouse of the myriad races.
Suker’s expression darkened.
"Who is it?
"Stop pretending to be mysterious and get out here!"
"You want me to get out?"
That voice sounded like it was smiling, carrying a trace of amusement.
"Are you sure?"
In the next instant, the void of the abyssal plane suddenly tore apart.
A thin figure slowly stepped out from the crack.
It was John!
"It’s John!"
"The strongest human, John?"
"That John who guarded the abyssal plane alone?"
"He actually dares to show himself?"
Within the camp of the myriad races, countless gazes gathered on that thin figure at the same time. Voices of shock and doubt rose one after another.
John stood in the void with his hands behind his back, lowering his eyes as he looked down at the dense, endless army of the myriad races below.
His gaze was calm to the extreme, as if he were looking at a swarm of ants!
No.
They could not even be considered ants. They were more like a patch of lifeless dust.
The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and he was too lazy to even give them the slightest extra curve. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
This indifference was far more chilling than any mockery.
"Pretending to be mysterious!"
The Divine Race demigod Suker snorted coldly, suppressing the fleeting unease in his heart. He suddenly raised his right arm high, and an ancient rune flowing with chaotic radiance appeared in his palm.
"Myriad races, heed my order!
"Form the array!"
As his voice fell, over a hundred million figures moved at the same time.
The demon race powerhouses surged with Hellfire, and pitch-black pillars of light shot into the sky from above their heads.
The Divine Race warriors’ golden divine blood boiled, and dazzling holy light hung upside down like a waterfall.
The bodies of the Warshapers swelled, and blood-colored battle patterns spread across their skin like spiderwebs.
The Elemental Race transformed into storms, flames, frost, and thunder, weaving all kinds of elemental power into a giant net.
The Swarmborn hives resonated, and invisible mind waves stacked layer upon layer.
The cores of the Machina Race overloaded, and countless rune circuits on their metallic bodies lit up at the same time...
Over a hundred million powerhouses from different races unleashed all their strength in the same instant.
That scene could no longer be described as merely grand!
The sky of the entire abyssal plane was dyed the color of chaos. Torrents of energy of every color spiraled and gathered in the air like billions of roaming dragons, finally condensing into a terrifying grand array that covered hundreds of thousands of miles and forcefully excluded even the laws of heaven and earth.
The array patterns were as complex as a sea of stars, layered upon each other in tens of thousands of levels.
Every array pattern carried the full strength of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of powerhouses. They intertwined, stacked, and resonated with one another, causing the array’s might to soar crazily by geometric multiples.
Buzz!
At the center of the grand array, a phantom slowly condensed into form.
It was a humanoid outline ten thousand feet tall, constructed entirely from law power condensed to the extreme. Hundreds of millions of law chains coiled around its body.
It had no facial features, yet it made everyone clearly sense a cold, indifferent will that looked down upon all living beings.
The Formation Spirit.
John’s gaze paused slightly and landed on that phantom.
In the next instant, a translucent light screen that only he could see appeared before his eyes.
[Great Extinction Array of the Myriad Races · Formation Spirit]
[Talent]: Will of the Myriad Races (Saint-grade · Unique)
[Attributes]: Strength 48,000,000; Agility 48,000,000; Mind 48,000,000; Stamina 48,000,000
[Skills]: Myriad Laws Severance, Chaos Return to Ruin, Law Stripping, Sacrifice of All Beings, Undying and Indestructible (Passive)
[Description]: A war weapon summoned through an ancient forbidden art by gathering the full strength and will of over a hundred million powerhouses of the myriad races.
The Formation Spirit itself is the core of the grand array. It is immune to all attacks below the law level, can actively strip enemies of their law control, and can revive infinitely within the range of the array.
In theory, as long as not all array casters are dead, the Formation Spirit cannot be completely destroyed.
As the Formation Spirit fully condensed, an indescribably terrifying pressure crushed outward in all directions like collapsing mountains and roaring seas.
The land of the abyssal plane cracked inch by inch. Countless fine black cracks appeared in the sky. That was space itself beginning to collapse because it could not withstand this pressure.
Savage smiles appeared on the faces of the myriad-race powerhouses.
"This Formation Spirit... just its aura alone is enough to crush a demigod!"
"Hahaha, John, weren’t you very arrogant?
"Go on, act arrogant for me now!"
"You think you alone can fight against the combined forces of our myriad races?"
"Today is the day the strongest human falls!"
Suker crossed his arms, his golden face filled with smug arrogance.
"John, if you kneel and beg for mercy now, there may still be time. Perhaps I can leave your corpse intact."
Hearing this, John did not even raise his eyelids.
"That’s it?"
He gently spat out two words.
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the grand array, pierced through the pressure of the Formation Spirit, and pierced into the eardrums of every powerhouse of the myriad races.
Suker’s expression stiffened.
Before he could speak again, John slowly raised his right hand.
His five fingers spread slightly, his palm facing the grand array of the myriad races that covered hundreds of thousands of miles. Then he softly uttered four words.
"Void Traverse!
"Inner Space."
Buzz!
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
No dazzling brilliance.
Only an extremely faint, extremely subtle ripple, like a single pebble being dropped onto the surface of water.
Yet in the next instant, every powerhouse of the myriad races simultaneously lost track of John.
"He... disappeared?"
"No, he’s still there!"
"Above us!!"
Someone pointed toward the sky in horror.
Everyone raised their heads at the same time, their pupils suddenly contracting.
John was indeed still there.
But the place where he stood was no longer inside the abyssal plane.
He stood behind a faint, almost transparent barrier. His figure looked as if it were separated by a layer of extremely thin and clear crystal. He was clearly right before their eyes, yet he gave them the feeling that he was separated from them by endless space-time.
Behind him was a void surging with chaos.
There was no light there.
No darkness.
No flow of time.
No law fluctuations that could be sensed.
That was the gap between the third and fourth dimensions.
That was the supreme realm that none of the trillions of races across all star domains had ever controlled, and which only the transcendent bodies of the human race could exclusively possess!
Inner Space.
At this moment, John stood within Inner Space with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent as he looked down at everything below.
That terrifying grand array of the myriad races.
That Formation Spirit ten thousand feet tall, whose pressure was as deep as an abyss.
Those hundreds of millions of faces filled with confidence and savage smiles...
From his current perspective, all of them were as tiny as toys on a sand table.
"Formation Spirit?
"Level 600?"
John’s voice came from within Inner Space, carrying a strange hollowness, as if it had arrived from the far shore of space-time.
"It does not even have the qualifications to make me truly attack."
As his words fell, he brought two fingers together like a sword and casually waved.
Within Inner Space, a wisp of golden lightning leapt out, passed through that space-time barrier, and descended into reality.
That arc of lightning was as thin as a strand of hair.
Compared to the grand array below that covered hundreds of thousands of miles, it was so small that it was not worth mentioning.
However, the instant it fell—
The entire abyssal plane turned white.
It was golden lightning so pure and scorching that even divine sense could not look directly at it.
There was no explosion.
No roar.
It simply pierced through the Formation Spirit’s head in complete silence, descending straight from ten thousand feet in the sky into the earth.
