On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

After saying that, Ye Han immediately took action, quickly clearing away the surrounding blue-eyed phantoms.

Various attacks swept by, shattering one after another the phantom. But as soon as the phantoms twisted and dissipated, new phantoms would immediately emerge from elsewhere, as if they could never be cleared away.

Ye Han frowned slightly. These phantoms themselves had no offensive power, but they were constantly releasing sonic interference, which continuously suppressed his judgment.

In addition to its mental attack, the sound waves also exacerbated physical exhaustion.

We can't let him continue like this!

Ye Han suddenly stopped his futile movements and glanced at the drifting debris around him.

Metal fragments, broken armor plates, and wrecked engine debris scattered from the Galaxy Eye warship floated around in the air.

"I've got an idea."

Ye Han immediately changed his strategy.

The power of the chicken talisman spread out, quickly connecting with the scattered fragments.

Metal Storm.

Tens of thousands of fragments vibrated simultaneously, suspending, turning, and accelerating under Ye Han's control, swirling around in the void and forming several huge ring storms.

Any blue-eyed phantom that appears within the storm's area will be immediately cut through by the fragments and then dissipate.

The replenishment rate of the phantoms finally couldn't keep up, and the blue-eyed figures in the starry sky visibly thinned out.

At the same time, the warships of the Galaxy Eye were not spared either.

Under the metal storm, the Galaxy Eye's warships were pierced and torn apart one after another, exploding into silent fireballs in the vacuum, with wreckage scattered everywhere.

With more debris, the storm area became larger.

It only lasted a moment.

The blue-eyed clones have been completely wiped out; not a single one of those densely packed mirror images remains.

The Galaxy Eyes fleet is now reduced to a single, solitary vessel, the Blue Eyes' flagship.

"Found you!"

The three Ye Han spoke up almost simultaneously.

Their gazes simultaneously locked onto a spot somewhere in the eye of the storm, where an anomaly had appeared in the swirling sea of ​​metal debris.

A sonic shield blocked the metal fragments, and Blue Eyes stood within it.

Three of Ye Han's clones flew away and landed outside the shield, forming a triangular formation to surround Blue Eyes.

The distance between them was just right, neither too far nor too close, leaving the other no room to escape, yet enough to react promptly if the other launched an attack.

"Kid, I've got my fill of your strength. If that's all you've got, then stay here forever." The blue-eyed man's voice remained calm, even carrying a hint of disappointment.

He watched as the hundreds of warships he had brought were reduced to a single ship under the onslaught of the metal storm, without feeling any heartache or anger.

In his eyes, those ships and the soldiers on board seemed to be nothing more than disposable consumables that could be broken or destroyed at any time.

Ye Han seized the opportunity to make a few sarcastic remarks: "You brought hundreds of ships, and I dismantled them all. Now you have to stand here and put on a show. Is this how you Five-Colored Eyes always travel? What will you say if the higher-ups ask? 'Total wipeout, only you left, and you can't even take down one person on the other side?'"

"What are they anyway? They're just ants. Dealing with you will make up for all the losses."

"If I'm not mistaken, many of the abilities you've displayed likely originated from Rainbow Stones. Exchanging hundreds of warships for one Rainbow Stone is a win-win situation no matter how you look at it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue-eyed man's face turned cold, and he suddenly attacked.

He placed both hands on the harp at the same time and swept his ten fingers across the strings.

A sharp, piercing piano sound reverberated through the void, and the surrounding metallic storm instantly turned to dust under the vibration of the sound waves.

The sound waves, controlled by Blue Eyes, intertwined into a giant net, trapping the three Ye Hans within and causing them to shrink rapidly.

The three Ye Hans simultaneously launched an attack on the giant net.

But the all-out attack landed on that giant sonic net, having no effect whatsoever and failing to stop it in the slightest.

At this rate of contraction, in a maximum of ten seconds, the radius of the net will shrink enough to reach their bodies.

When space becomes limited, that will be a problem.

Ye Han decisively switched moves.

Eight Extremes Heaven, Six Styles - Berserk.

This move can unleash the body's potential and significantly increase damage output.

"We can't let this net shrink any further, or we'll be trapped sooner or later!"

The three Ye Hans gathered at the same place and launched the third move, Thousand Layer Grinding, at the same location on the sound network.

Six hands alternately strike the same point on the sound net. Each time a hand touches the sound net, a layer of high-frequency vibration is superimposed. The more strikes, the more exponentially the destructive power increases.

In an instant, tens of thousands of palm strikes landed on that palm-sized area.

"burst!"

A gap was blasted through the ever-shrinking net.

Ye Han flashed away, trying to escape through the gap.

"Trying to leave? No way!" Blue Eyes had somehow already blocked the gap.

With the harp held horizontally in front of him, he pressed down on the strings with all five fingers of his right hand, and a beam of sound wave, condensed to its maximum, burst out from between the strings and shot towards Ye Han.

Ye Han's pupils contracted sharply as he made a judgment: "The distance is too close. With Blue Eye blocking the space, once we are tied up, the net will quickly recover and shrink, putting us at a disadvantage."

"We have to get out!"

He did his best to maintain the blood-stained clothes and withstood the blow, and countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the blood-stained clothes.

With the continued presence of Blood Robe and the berserk state, Ye Han no longer had the strength to maintain Liu Ying's clone.

The three figures returned to one.

Before his blood-stained clothes were torn, he broke through the net in one fell swoop.

But Blue Eyes won't give him a chance to breathe.

A sonic ray carrying an aura of destruction struck again.

Ye Han's main body flew upwards, facing the sonic ray.

Eight Extremes Heaven - Eighth Form - Collapse of Heaven.

Ye Han concentrated all his power into this punch.

All the power of the incantations, the techniques of the Eight Extremes Heaven, and the potential unleashed by the berserk state—all the energy was poured into this arm and into this punch.

The surrounding void was distorted; that was the purest form of power.

He shattered the sonic ray with a single punch, but his momentum didn't diminish as he slammed straight toward the blue eye.

The blue-eyed man's expression changed in that instant.

Fear appeared on his face.

"What?!"

He raised his sonic shield and defended with all his might.

Layer upon layer of sound waves overlapped in front of him, weaving together to form an extremely thick defensive barrier, far exceeding the thickness and density of the previous casually deployed defenses.

Despite their best efforts, the multiple sonic shields could not withstand this deadly attack.

The Heaven-Shattering Fist pierced through layers of obstacles, breaking through the last layer of defense in the blink of an eye.

Blue Eyes didn't have time to make any adjustments. This punch was too fast; it broke through all defenses before he could even react.

There wasn't enough time to dodge!

In a moment of haste, a kick was unleashed, the sonic amplification of the leg colliding head-on with the earth-shattering force of the punch.

boom!

The moment the fist and leg collided, Blue Eyes' entire lower body was blown apart by the punch.

Under the violent impact, he was thrown from his spot and rolled hundreds of meters in the air before barely managing to regain his footing.

There wasn't a single unharmed spot on his body; blood kept gushing out and scattering everywhere.

Blue-eyed man gripped the harp with several broken strings tightly, looked down at his half-body, and the composure and arrogance on his face finally shattered.

Under that punch, Blue Eyes saw the shadow of a person.

It's not just similar in appearance, but also in spirit.