He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

He lowered his head, his dark golden vertical pupils looking at the six figures at his feet who were attacking with all their might, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

The curve was extremely faint, as if it found a hint of amusement in the struggle of these ants.

"interesting."

His entangled wrist trembled.

Dark gold patterns spread outwards from the wrist, ripples across the six barriers wrapped around it like water.

Two-thirds of the fire was extinguished the moment it made contact, the runes crumbled inch by inch, and the binding array tore apart in all directions like a ripped spider web.

The expressions of the six authorized users simultaneously darkened.

They have all revealed their trump cards, and three of them have even used methods far exceeding the laws of this world—methods that would be enough to turn the tide of a war in any other world.

But against this extraterrestrial demon, they could only buy themselves a single breath.

A moment later, the force wrapped around his wrists began to shatter in pieces.

But this one breath was enough.

Their goal was never to kill the extraterrestrial demons, but to buy time for Yunling on the altar.

On the sacrificial altar, Yunling completed her breakthrough.

All the national fortune within the jade seal surged into her body, transforming into a golden pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth, shooting straight into the sky from above her head and tearing a bright crack in the dark gold-shrouded firmament.

She forcefully pushed open the door above the Martial Emperor.

Her aura surged wildly, supported by the golden pillar of light.

That was a realm that surpassed even that of the Martial Emperor.

She didn't stop.

At the very moment the breakthrough was completed, two star-like patterns of light shone in her eyes—that was her innate divine power, the Heavenly Dao Sand Table.

"Advance payment"

She spoke.

The sound was not loud, but it pierced through the noise and turmoil of the entire battlefield.

"The next ten years."

"all."

The two star-like light patterns spun rapidly deep within her pupils, spreading throughout her entire body.

Her momentum surged once again the moment her eyes lit up—faster and more intense than before.

It was as if someone had opened all the time gates in her body. All the accumulation, all the realm, and all the power she should have had ten years later poured into her body in this instant, like a river that had been diverted in advance, compressing the water of ten years into a flood and pouring it all into the same container.

She stood atop the altar, the golden halo surrounding her now almost pure white, like a circle of sunlight compressed to its extreme.

Then she rushed out.

She was faster than all six authorized users.

As its figure streaked across the sky, it left no afterimage, only a very thin white line in the heavens, which crashed straight into the hand of the extraterrestrial demon that was struggling to break free of its restraints.

When her fist landed right in the center of that palm, the entire sky fell silent for a moment.

The dark gold pattern suddenly dented where her fist landed, forming a shallow, bowl-shaped pit.

The outward-spreading patterns were stopped by this punch, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The extraterrestrial demon's hand retracted slightly.

The six authorized users relaxed their solemn expressions slightly upon seeing this scene.

They barely communicated, but reached a consensus in a single glance—six figures simultaneously rushed towards different parts of the extraterrestrial demon's body from different directions, each unleashing another trump card.

The young man in the fiery red robe now held a crimson spear, its shaft engraved with flame-shaped runes.

He poured all his vital energy into it, and the spear transformed into a crimson meteor, piercing straight into the chest of the extraterrestrial demon.

The ground beneath the dwarf man's feet exploded with a gray-white array of patterns. His figure vanished from the spot and reappeared close to the back of the extraterrestrial demon's neck, holding a thin, transparent short blade. He stabbed it fiercely at the intersection of the dark golden patterns.

The other four also used different methods.

The extraterrestrial demon surrounded in the middle let out a low hum, its dark golden vertical pupils narrowing slightly, and then its temporarily suppressed hand suddenly trembled.

Seven figures were simultaneously flung away by that force.

Yunling retreated thousands of feet to regain her footing. A trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes still shone with those two star-like patterns.

The six authorized users were also knocked back to different distances, and each suffered varying degrees of damage.

The young authority holder dressed in black stood on the low hill at the edge.

He glanced down at the black knife in his hand, then looked up at the enormous figure in the sky fighting against the seven privileged individuals—his gaze was mainly fixed on Yun Ling.

He knew he had been outmaneuvered.

But he remained silent for only a moment before gripping the hilt of his knife tightly.

With a single step, his figure transformed into a black streak of light, charging into the battlefield from the side.

High above the southern region, eight figures relentlessly attacked the massive, mountain-like entity.

The dark golden light intertwined and collided with forces of various colors, including crimson, cyan, black, and transparent. Each impact created a visible shockwave in the sky, completely clearing away the clouds over a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

But the one who still had the upper hand was that extraterrestrial demon.

The time allotted for these reincarnators and those with authority to develop is ultimately too short.

Even though they were seasoned veterans, they were still no match for the extraterrestrial demons at this moment.

Meanwhile, the fighting on the ground has completely ceased.

Whether it was the army of the Yunming Empire or the various invading forces, they all looked up at the sky at the battle that was beyond their comprehension, and even forgot to grip their weapons tightly.

Beneath this chaotic sky, another hunt is silently approaching.

Yun Yi remained in the same position, his body half-sunken in the shattered white marble pit.

His bright yellow robes were covered in tears and bloodstains, his crown was askew, and stray hairs fell across his forehead, obscuring his expression.

He had his head down, and the hand hanging on his knee was trembling slightly, looking extremely weak.

More than two hundred reincarnators gathered from all directions.

They were indeed caught off guard by the power struggle between those with authority and the sudden arrival of the extraterrestrial demons.

At this moment, Yun Ling was fighting against the extraterrestrial demons in the sky, Ji Wujiu's clones were all entangled with the native powerhouses on the ground battlefield, and the Supreme Emperor had just repelled several waves of attacks from the northern front and was still on his way back to defend.

Yun Yi, the authority holder regarded by everyone as the "strongest combat force in the Southern Region," was kneeling on the ground covered in blood, his breathing so disordered that he was even weaker than an ordinary person.

This isn't just a chance; this is a windfall.

The reincarnators did not hesitate at all.

They suppressed all their fear of the extraterrestrial demons and their apprehension of the Authority holders, and were completely overwhelmed by the allure of the "severely injured and dying Authority holder" before them.