Free Web NovelChapter 274: Chapter274-Lightning Tribulation Carpet-Bombing!
The Formation Spirit’s massive body, constructed from countless law chains, was as fragile as a paper lantern before that thin arc of golden lightning.
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound rang out.
The Formation Spirit’s body began collapsing inch by inch from its head.
The hundreds of millions of law chains snapped at the same time, releasing piercing wails.
It frantically tried to draw upon the power of the grand array to revive itself.
However, the destructive will contained within that golden Lightning Tribulation directly crushed the foundation of its existence!
Those array patterns connected to the hundred million array casters!
They were all crushed together.
Revival?
Impossible.
The grand array of the myriad races was broken.
The Formation Spirit was destroyed.
[Congratulations, you have killed the Formation Spirit of the Great Extinction Array of the Myriad Races (Level 600)!]
[Successfully plundered law-level passive: Myriad Laws Invulnerability (Incomplete). Immune to all damage below the law level!]
[Successfully plundered passive: Undying and Indestructible (Incomplete). Can endlessly absorb enemy HP on large-scale battlefields to recover yourself!]
...
The golden light faded.
The camp of the myriad races fell into dead silence.
On the hundreds of millions of faces, the savage smiles and confidence from earlier still remained stiffly frozen, intertwining with the terror that had just surged into their eyes. The sight was almost comically distorted.
"H-How is this possible?"
"The Formation Spirit... the Formation Spirit was instantly killed?"
"A Level 600 Formation Spirit... formed from the strength of over a hundred million people... was killed by a single bolt of lightning?!"
"This is impossible!
"I don’t believe it!!"
"Fake! It must be an illusion!
"John is cheating!"
The arrogance on Suker’s face had long since vanished without a trace, replaced by a deathly pallor.
His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but not a single word came out.
He suddenly remembered what he had said just now.
"John is merely making a final struggle before death."
Thinking of it now, that was simply the greatest joke in the world.
The one making a final struggle before death had never been John.
"Too weak."
Within Inner Space, John withdrew his finger. His tone was calm, as if he were merely commenting that the weather today was not very good.
"You do not even make it necessary for me to step out of Inner Space."
He tilted his head slightly. His gaze swept over the hundreds of millions of terrified faces below, and he suddenly raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenching.
"Phoenix Spatial Imprisonment."
Boom!
With him as the center, a dark-red ripple surged out from Inner Space, pierced through the space-time barrier, and instantly covered the entire battlefield.
Wherever the ripple passed, space seemed to be cast into a single solid block of amber.
The wind froze.
The flow of energy stopped. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Even the dust floating in the air was fixed in place.
The hundreds of millions of myriad-race powerhouses were horrified to discover that their bodies could no longer move.
They were not bound.
They were not suppressed.
Rather, even the very concept of "movement" had been stripped away.
Their consciousness could still operate, but their bodies, energy, laws, and every medium that could be used to perform "action" had fallen into absolute stillness.
"Damn it! Why can’t I move?!"
"My body... it won’t obey me!"
"It’s not a problem with our bodies! It’s space!
"The entire space has been locked down!"
"How is this possible?!
"There are so many of us! How can he imprison us all by himself?"
"Let me go!
"John, you bastard, let me go if you have the guts!"
"Mercy!
"Lord John, please spare me!"
Panicked shouts, desperate curses, and broken pleas echoed one after another within their consciousness.
Yet on the level of reality, the entire battlefield was as silent as a boundless graveyard.
John stood within Inner Space and looked down upon all of this, his eyes still calm.
"The myriad races?"
He gently repeated those words, then shook his head.
"A pile of ants gathered together are still only ants."
He extended his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pointed his palm downward.
Within Inner Space, endless golden lightning began to gather, condensing into one dazzling spherical bolt of lightning after another behind him. They hung there densely packed, like a sky full of stars.
"Next..."
The corners of his mouth rose slightly.
It was the first expression that had appeared on his face throughout the entire battle.
"It is time to harvest."
Sensing the terrifying fluctuations radiating from John’s body, the expressions of the remaining myriad races changed drastically.
"This is bad. We can’t move at all."
"Damn it. Unless we can break this world itself, we’re going to die here."
Some unwilling demigod-grade powerhouses still tried to break the imprisonment around them, but before the confinement of Inner Space, all of their struggles were meaningless.
For a time, the demigod-grade powerhouses of the myriad races were filled with despair.
"How did this happen?
"We clearly came fully prepared this time, and all of us are demigods or even Middle God-level powerhouses. How could we be controlled by someone who hasn’t even advanced far into demigod grade?"
Some powerhouses wore bitter expressions, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.
A demigod-grade powerhouse beside one of them sighed and said,
"Isn’t it because the intelligence was wrong? They said John of the human race was nothing special.
"And the result?
"He directly locked all of us here, unable to move.
"So from the very beginning, we had already made a strategic mistake.
"We should never have invaded the human race. The moment we invaded, our deaths became certain."
Since the myriad-race big shots who launched this invasion were not weak, their vision naturally was not poor either.
The only mistake was that they had misjudged John’s strength.
With power like John’s, even if he had been weak at the beginning, as long as he was given even a little time to develop, he would inevitably be able to instantly kill countless geniuses later on.
For example, in a certain special universe, there had once been someone like John. At first, he had been suppressed everywhere, but once he found an opportunity to rise, he directly counter-killed all of his enemies.
And now, this situation clearly meant that they had become side characters in John’s protagonist script.
When they thought about how confident they had been before setting out, preparing to invade and wipe out the entire human race...
Only to now be blocked at the entrance, unable to move, waiting to be exterminated one by one...
At this moment, under the coverage of John’s divine sense, countless myriad-race powerhouses were filled with despair. Their bodies trembled slightly, and fear spread like a plague.
John sneered, his face showing no trace of sympathy.
"Since you dared to attack the human race, you should have been prepared to die here.
"All of you can be buried here."
In the next instant, terrifying golden Lightning Tribulation erupted from his body, instantly covering the entire sky. Every bolt of Lightning Tribulation carried divine power and was enough to destroy everything.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Lightning Tribulation filled the sky and descended like a battlefield-wide bombardment, instantly exploding upon one foreign powerhouse after another.
Those powerhouses did not even have time to react before they were blasted into fragments.
Suker, the demigod-grade powerhouse of the Divine Race, saw only one final image before his consciousness vanished.
A golden Lightning Tribulation continuously enlarging in his field of vision.
Then he lost all sensation.
At the same time, prompts rang beside John’s ears like a tsunami.
