You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

Lu Feng followed the footprints and walked out of the Gray Bone Forest.

The gray tree trunks gradually thinned out behind us, while the gaps in the canopy overhead grew wider and wider.

His boots stepped onto a new type of ground.

It wasn't the soft humus found in forests, nor the grayish-white granules of bone meal, but rather truly hard, dark red soil.

Like land that has been soaked in blood and then dried countless times.

Before us stretched a plain.

It was so open it made me uneasy.

There were no trees, no stones, nothing to obstruct the view.

The dark red earth stretched all the way to the horizon.

Lu Feng paused for a moment.

There is a ship ahead.

No, it's not a ship.

It was some kind of aircraft he had never seen before, shaped like a flattened olive, and entirely gray-black.

It was very large, with an estimated length of over fifty meters, and was now quietly moored on the plain, with a row of dark blue nozzles at its tail slowly lighting up.

It looks like a starship.

It can also be described as the beast ship of the Bu Li people.

Lu Feng quickened his pace.

It's not running, it's walking.

But each step was bigger and faster than the last, the boots pounding on the dark red earth, producing a dull, increasingly rapid drumbeat.

When Fang Xing helped Han Ya out of the forest, this was the scene that greeted them...

Lu Feng walked ahead alone, heading towards the starship that was starting up in the distance. The blazing white light on his body grew brighter and brighter, like a rising sun.

"What is that?"

Han Ya's voice was very soft.

"It's like a starship from a science fiction movie."

"They look like they're about to run away."

Fang Xing is right.

The people are evacuating.

The elite troops who had fled from the forest, along with the Nest Father who had been frightened away by the land wind, were gathering at an alarming speed toward the starship.

They surged in from all directions of the plain, some running wildly on all fours, some carrying their wounded companions on their backs, and some dragging bone containers full of supplies.

Below the hatch of the beast ship, a figure significantly larger than the other Infantry was giving orders.

It was the same Nest Father from earlier.

It is organizing the evacuation.

Lu Feng walked even faster.

His body began to emit an uncontrollable, intense white light...

It wasn't that he wanted to shine, but rather that his body was responding to something he didn't fully understand yet.

The blazing white light emanated from the gaps in his bandages and from his dark skin, forming a thin halo around him.

With each step taken, the light shield brightened a little more.

With each step closer, a row of eerie blue nozzles at the stern of the beast-like ship lit up.

The Nest Father, who was organizing the evacuation, seemed to sense something.

It was herding the last group of Bu Li people onto the beast ship when suddenly its body froze.

Its dark red pupils suddenly turned towards the plains...

In that direction, a ball of bright white light is rapidly approaching.

"Hurry! Get up there!"

The father of the nest had a hoarse and urgent voice. He shoved the people who were still on the gangway with his paws, trying to drive them into the cabin.

"Don't turn around! Don't look!"

The blazing white light surging around Lu Feng suddenly intensified, and the dazzling light waves continued to vibrate outwards, scorching and distorting the air.

Suddenly, his mind stirred slightly, as if he sensed something in the darkness...

Lu Feng slowly raised his left hand, his chest swirling with alternating black and white energy, as two violent energies of destruction and nothingness collided violently, intertwining and merging.

The two forces swirled and converged in the palm of his hand, eventually condensing into a strangely shaped longsword.

Nothingness solidified into the blade, destruction transformed into a chilling edge, with wisps of incandescent flames swirling around its edges, capable of scorching everything.

A wide, plain white bandage wrapped around the forearm, tightly across the waist, and loosely hung down at the end, swaying gently in the wind on the right leg.

Four long bandages floated in mid-air on his left side behind him, suddenly taut, carrying an extremely suppressed destructive pressure.

Lu Feng's low, cold mutterings slowly dissipated.

"With nothingness as its bones and white flames as its blade, everything it passes through... is reduced to ashes."

In the distance, the direction of the human-beast ship was visible.

The giant beast ship of the Bu Li people was about to break through the atmosphere, its engines spewing out eerie blue flames as it accelerated with all its might, attempting to escape into the deep universe.

Seeing this, Lu Feng suddenly stepped into the void with his left foot, and surprisingly, his left foot landed steadily on the void.

Then, he pushed off with his left foot and charged towards the starship.

In an instant, his figure transformed into a pure white streak of light that tore through the night sky, hurtling straight toward the starship.

The speed of light directly overwhelmed the starship with its engines fully loaded, and space was stretched out in faint ripples at high speed. In just a few seconds, it closed to more than a hundred meters away.

As the distance closed in, Lu Feng swung his arm down with great force.

An intensely bright, blindingly white blade of light pierced the air, unleashing a storm capable of annihilating everything, and slashed fiercely down upon the fleeing starship.

In an instant, it approached the beast ship and cleaved the fleeing beast ship in two.

Inside the beast ship, Bu Liren was instantly reduced to ashes by the aftershock of that blade of light.

The Starship of the Stepmen split in two and fell straight down.

However, the blade of light that Lu Feng unleashed did not dissipate; instead, it flew towards the universe.

Directly in front of the blade's edge, a wandering asteroid with a diameter of several hundred kilometers was instantly cleaved in two by this attack.

The shattered rock fragments scattered and drifted away in the vacuum, the lingering light of the blazing blade dissipated, and silence returned.

……

In the live broadcast room of the Dragon Kingdom on Blue Star, when that blade of light appeared, the scene seemed to turn into a still photograph.

It's not lag, it's not signal delay, it's everyone...

More than a billion people...

They were deprived of the ability to speak and move at the same instant.

Bingbing's hand hovered in mid-air, the microphone was held to her lips, and her lips were frozen in place as if about to open.

Liu Zhiguo's glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, but he didn't push them up. His fingers remained in the position of pinching the temples of his glasses, making him look like a sculpture.

Lin Chen's mouth was open, his jaw almost dislocated, but no sound came out of his throat.

Old Li's forward-leaning body froze completely.

His hands were pressed on his knees, his fingertips exerting slight pressure, his knuckles protruding.

What was reflected in his pupils was not the image on the screen, but the afterimage left on his retina as that blade of light sliced ​​through the starship, through the sky, and through that planet hundreds of kilometers in diameter.

The blade of light did not disappear.

After the land wind cleaved through the air, it continued to fly, continued to cut, and continued to exist.

It passed through the wreckage of the starship, through the atmosphere, through the void, until it collided with the meteorite.

The meteorite, hundreds of kilometers long, was like tofu in front of the blade's edge. It was cut in half from the middle, and the two halves slowly separated, with smooth edges and a still-glowing cut surface.

The comment section was completely blank.

Because everyone's attention was on that image.

The image of the meteorite being cut in two, like a red-hot branding iron, was imprinted on the retinas of every viewer.

The two halves of the fragment drifted slowly in space, their edges glowing with an afterglow of incandescent white light. The material inside froze, shattered, and diffused rapidly in the vacuum environment, forming two slowly expanding debris clouds.

……

Lu Feng stood in the air.

The knife was still in his hand.

He was suspended in mid-air, with no support beneath his feet.

The blade first became transparent from the edge, like ice melting in the sunlight, and then the hilt turned into specks of light that flowed back into his palm through his fingers.

The points of light disappeared into his skin.

The four white bandages behind him were taut and still hovering silently.

Lu Feng looked down at his left hand.

"What a wonderful feeling."

That knife just now was formed from this hand.

They collided, merged, and compressed at the junction of his black and white chest, then surged down his arm to his palm, condensing into the knife.

Lu Feng raised his head and looked in the direction where the meteorite had shattered into two halves.

His strike was originally intended for the starship.

But after the blade flashed, he couldn't control it...

It's not that he couldn't control himself, it's that he simply didn't realize he needed to.

It seemed they were in a rush to escape, and they used all their strength.

Lu Feng fell from the sky.

His foot sank into the dark red soil with a dull thud.

He stood there, the blazing white light on him slowly dimming, and the four bandages behind him drooped down, dragging limply on the ground, as if he had lost his life.

Fang Xing and Han Ya stood still, motionless.