Chapter 662 You Merely Met Me

The moment Su Zhou said this, not only did the Yanshuang Army collectively fall silent as if under a silencing spell, but even Yala in his soul space was dumbfounded.

And after Su Zhou honestly complied with General Yanshuang's request and repeated his words once more, before the general, still in a state of shocked stupor, could reply, the snake spirit exploded in fury.

"Su Zhou! Enough already! Stop talking like that damned Perfect One!"

Su Zhou could sense Yala rampaging violently within his soul space, as if Jormungandr were churning the world-sea, threatening to obliterate the Great Dao: "Wow, where did you learn that? It's so spot-on, it's like you were molded from the same cast! I even hallucinated just now, and thought that golden egg had broken its seal!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Su Zhou, who was merely speaking his honest thoughts, was filled with confusion. He solemnly pointed out the facts: "I didn't learn it from anyone? This is just what I genuinely think."

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

The youth's soul could feel that Yala was currently incredibly uncomfortable, the entire snake coiled into a ball, like a lump. He felt disgusted, both psychologically and physically: "The stench is too strong! What sin have I committed..."

Su Zhou didn't know what sins Yala had committed. He only knew that at least half of his strength was due to Yala's careful guidance, for which he was endlessly grateful.

And so now, he stood on the clouds, gazing towards the distant battle formation.

The fleets of Hong Shou and the others couldn't observe the scenery beyond the border, but Su Zhou could see that behind the undulating forests and hills were large swathes of simple fortresses and fortifications, and behind the fortifications, an entire mobile fleet was gathering.

Grey rock fortresses stood on all the strategic terrains behind the dividing river, and a fleet of over a hundred small and medium-sized warships traveled along the road. This force didn't include large or giant warships used for city sieges, but all the ships were covered in streamlined black armor. They were armed to the teeth, and their speed was extremely fast, far surpassing all the merchant ships and warships Su Zhou had seen.

Of course, the Chuyue ship was an exception, but how many ships in the world possessed the Chuyue Sacred Rock as their source-energy engine core?

This was a lightning strike force, dedicated to interdiction warfare. It could be activated at any time, invading deep into the empire in the shortest possible time, cutting off the lifeline of trade between the major mobile cities.

It couldn't break through cities, but it could break through any independently operating transport teams and merchant caravans, preventing the exchange of resources between mobile cities. Ordinary large fleets couldn't catch up to them at all, and small fleets had no chance of possessing the same combat strength as this clearly professionally trained lightning force.

And not just that.

The shock brought by Su Zhou's words had gradually passed. Clearly, it wasn't just the Yanshuang Army that had been stunned, but others hidden in the shadows had also exposed their auras because of it.

Instantly, a hundred-man team swarmed out of the fleet, all of them clad in cyan-white frost-colored armor, jetting high-intensity source-energy currents as they flew. This fully armed source-energy armor team, like a blizzard from the extreme north, pounced towards the several exposed black shadows around the border, launching a siege.

This armor force was entirely composed of Xin Guang (Heart Light) realm cultivators, with the two leaders even being in the Shen Yi (Divine Intent) realm. Although their charge didn't exceed the speed of sound, it was extremely organized, sealing off all escape routes amidst the howling wind, forcing the Imperial secret guards who had been surrounded to withdraw from their hiding places and engage them head-on.

This was a clean and decisive annihilation.

This hundred-man team had clearly received specialized training as an elite cultivator-hunting unit. They all used heavy weapons specifically designed for armor-breaking and formation-breaking, such as fork spears, heavy hammers, great axes, and armor-piercing cones, while the rearmost group all wielded net guns and heavy source-energy ballistic crossbows. Their firepower was comparable to that of a large mobile warship at full power. In just a few seconds, various alchemical weapons and explosions flashed with brilliance, and those Imperial secret guards, elites among elites, were all killed, turning into black smoke and flying ash.

And after the battle, this force immediately returned to their respective stationed warships, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

"Good! Elite, so powerful!"

Watching all of this, Su Zhou unhesitatingly praised them aloud, loudly commending this team that had demonstrated terrifying combat power: "Far stronger than any Imperial army I've ever seen!"

Having been honed in the frigid lands for many years, confronting the northern barbarian tribes, and frequently hunting giant source-energy beasts, this army was skilled and powerful in both experience and momentum, and their courage was even more astonishing.

The man had no doubt that if General Yanshuang gave the order, they would dare to charge even if they faced him, knowing their fate was certain death.

The Yanshuang Army had clearly made sufficient preparations for war, and based on the internal economic situation of Yanshuang, Su Zhou had no doubt that with a few more fleets and transcendent teams like this, plus the daily maintenance of the main fleet, the current Yanshuang Army had reached the final point where they had no choice but to fight.

If the cogs weren't lubricated by the spoils of war, this killing machine would turn on itself.

But with that, Su Zhou's heart instead rose with doubt.

In Gasha and Loya's perfect deduction, the northern tribes ultimately went to war with the Yanshuang Army. They used polar giant god-soldiers to directly destroy Yanshuang Pass, fighting their way into the empire head-on. The entire Yanshuang territory was bloodied and sacrificed to the Twilight Dragon.

But now, the Yanshuang Army was going to join forces with the northern tribes to deal with the empire... Could it be that his arrival could really cause such a huge change, allowing two forces that were originally mortal enemies to inexplicably join hands?

Or was the situation changing, and was there something that could cause two forces that were now of one mind to part ways in a dozen years?

There were too many possibilities, and Su Zhou didn't think too much.

Because a voice sounded.

[...After seeing such an army, you still want to say you'll protect us?]

Behind this Yanshuang fleet, which could be called an iron army, a voice filled with forced calm came from a large warship: [Is this your answer?]

And Su Zhou turned his head, looking towards the direction of the warship, the warship where General Yanshuang was located, and nodded without the slightest hesitation: "That's right."

"Rather, because it's such a disciplined, well-organized iron army, I want to protect them even more."

——General Yanshuang was enraged!

At this moment, the source-energy released by Su Zhou was like the sun, covering everything, including the clouds, with a layer of incandescent light, including the Yanshuang army below, which was filled with a strong atmosphere of war and connected as one, pressing them under this light.

But with the eruption of an extreme fury, like a blade slicing through the sky, a scarlet crack suddenly appeared in the radiance that originally covered the heavens and earth, so thick that it didn't leave a single gap. Faintly, the light of thunder rumbled, and lightning leaped in the clouds, and a man clad in black full-body armor, holding a long spear, stood in mid-air, facing Su Zhou from afar.

General Yanshuang held a long spear in his hand. He had two red-black horns curving forward on his head, with patterns of lightning and flames swirling above them. Although the man wore a helmet, a pair of extremely bright eyes and eyebrows could be seen through the gaps. An extraordinary dignity and baleful aura revealed a bone-chilling aura, as if he were the embodiment of slaughter and war.

The long spear in the man's hand wasn't made of metal, but refined from the spinal bone of some creature. It was a human spinal bone, but it wasn't covered in resentment. Instead, it was filled with endless blood energy. Su Zhou could see that this spinal spear was one with the man. It was clear that it had been refined from his own spinal bone.

General Yanshuang raised the long spear in his hand above his head, stabbing it out heavily. In an instant, a wave of Mind Power containing endless emotions flashed across the top of the sky.

Boom! Like a thunderclap, the Eternal Light domain that existed because of Su Zhou's diffusion was instantly broken. Although the radiance originating from the Burning Divine Tree could suppress demonization and make all life vibrant, it also meant that Su Zhou could sense and even, to a certain extent, control all life within this range.

The radiant domain that filled the sky was pierced with a large hole by the long spear, and instantly, countless source-energy fragments fell like rain. All those who bathed in this light, although feeling very healthy in their bodies, but somewhat discordant in their hearts, breathed a sigh of relief, because the pressure originating from Su Zhou, which made it difficult to raise the will to fight, was also shattered.

"Good, the spine is the dragon on a person's body. Taking the spine and turning it into a spear, as a symbol of the military formation, can easily condense the power of one's own heart and the hearts of the entire army."

To this, Su Zhou couldn't help but nod: "This method is excellent, and I will definitely use it next time."

This action brought him endless inspiration, and he could extrapolate from it.

Whether it was pulling out his own spine as a weapon, or refining weapons, or even the Divine Tree into a spine or warship keel, it could all add combat power to the Candle Dragon's various forms.

Sure enough, people should travel more between the various worlds, so that they can often gain inspiration and enhance their strength.

As for General Yanshuang breaking his domain, Su Zhou naturally didn't care, because that was equivalent to the air currents produced by his breathing, like the white mist produced by people exhaling in winter. Who would be annoyed because others scattered the white mist?

Su Zhou even smiled and stretched out his hand, himself joining in the process of scattering the white mist, completely dispelling the Eternal Light domain from this world.

General Yanshuang, with his pair of blood-red eyes, watched Su Zhou's every move. Although he was angry at Su Zhou's arrogance, he didn't dare to underestimate the strength of the person before him in the slightest.

Before Su Zhou arrived, he had already learned from Chief Dalot that Professor Svetozar would come to stop them from invading the empire, so he had gathered the fleet as quickly as possible, wanting to make preparations before the demon army leader, who vaguely possessed the strongest strength in the Calamity realm, could act.

If it really couldn't be done, they would simply act in advance and make the invasion a fait accompli.

But the general didn't expect that Su Zhou would come so quickly. His fleet had only gathered a third of its forces when Professor Svetozar directly arrived at the border area.

[Are you determined to stop us?]

He asked in a deep voice. Until now, the general hadn't figured out Su Zhou's reason for stopping them.

"I actually want to ask as well."

Su Zhou didn't answer the question, starting with a counter-question. He looked towards the distant Yanshuang territory, able to sense that the source-energy between heaven and earth was brewing in the far north—the intensity of the natural disasters in the Frost Ice Plains this year would far exceed the past. Not only would the northern tribes suffer, but the Yanshuang territory would also be affected.

So the man turned his head, looking at the general: "Why are you planning to invade the empire now, instead of seizing the time to strengthen your cities and prepare for winter?"

"I must remind you that if you plan to use war to support war, using war to plunder the resources for your people to survive, then that's almost impossible—the empire may not be as elite as you, but they are enough to hold up your front lines, leaving your rear cities empty, ultimately perishing under the natural disasters."

[Why not fight?]

Clearly, General Yanshuang was also a classic Yala follower. He also started with a counter-question, before refuting Su Zhou's idea: [The Yanshuang Army can survive this natural disaster, but the northern barbarians have no chance. They will definitely move out in full force before the great natural disaster, attacking Yanshuang Pass and plundering our resources in order to survive.]

[In that case, war is inevitable. We still have no way to fully cope with the natural disaster, and since it's all war anyway, I don't want to fight these barbarians anymore. I'd rather fight the empire.]

However, this was the biggest point of doubt.

"You have already fought with the northern tribes for hundreds of years, even longer if you count your ancestors who founded the Yanshuang Army."

Lowering the giant shield in his hand, Su Zhou's tone was solemn: "What exactly made you put down your long-standing hatred? Flint told me it was forgetting, but I don't believe such blood feuds can be forgotten, because that's equivalent to betrayal, and an army that has betrayed the past can't possibly have the nearly invincible momentum it has now."

But General Yanshuang just sneered.

[Hatred.] he said mockingly, raising his long spear, seemingly signaling to his army: [Brothers, listen, an outsider from beyond the Yanshuang territory is talking to us about hatred!]

Instantly, the entire Yanshuang fleet erupted in boisterous laughter. Thousands upon thousands of people laughed in unison, louder than thunder.

But Su Zhou didn't take it to heart. He just stared at the black-armored knight before him.

General Yanshuang stopped laughing, his tone becoming heavy and filled with a deep hatred: [Even if I only have half of the Yanshuang bloodline, and only returned to my homeland after adulthood, I do know that we and the northern barbarians are mortal enemies. They have plundered us for generations, and we have resisted them for generations. Sometimes, we also plunder their tribes, and they gather together to resist us. No one knows who struck first.]

[Yes, hating the northern barbarians is right. Our Yanshuang territory was born to resist the barbarian invasions—everyone in the world says so, as if we were destined to be like this. But I want to say no.]

Waving the long spear in his hand, slicing through the atmosphere, the clouds above the dividing river instantly seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, splitting open a long gash. The knight in black armor was as calm as ice: [Hating the enemy is right, but I don't think it's natural for a group of people to hate certain people. There must have been something that happened in the past, some reason. But now, no one knows the cause of the blood feud between the northerners and the Yanshuang people. Everyone says it's just a simple case of plunder and being plundered, but I know very well that it's not, because the barbarians also trade. In recent decades, I have traded resources with them, and there hasn't been a single large-scale conflict.]

[We've all been mistaken. They are also civilized people, and their civilization is far more prosperous and developed than we imagined.]

Hearing these words, Su Zhou narrowed his eyes, suddenly thinking of something: "...The northern barbarians have survived and thrived under the terrifying natural disasters of the far north ice plains. Even in such harsh conditions, they have been able to survive to this day, and often have the ability to invade the south, even nearly destroying the entire continental civilization several times."

[Yes, you've noticed it too? Such a simple fact.]

Although he was wearing a helmet, Su Zhou knew that General Yanshuang, standing far away, was smiling: [Their witchcraft, sacrifices, and transcendent inheritances, we denounce as barbaric, but who defines civilization? Such effective techniques, such advanced rituals and efficiency, those powerful inheritances that even I would tremble and shudder at, that strength that nearly defeated the entire continental allied forces, if that's not advanced, then what is?]

[The northern barbarians have writing, songs, and poetry. They have art. The various tribes trade and communicate with each other. Why did they fall to that bitter cold land where almost no one can survive? And why did our warlike and powerful ancestors also come to this Yanshuang frozen soil, enduring the desperate situation that ordinary races couldn't endure?]

[At first, I didn't deny the possibility of conflicts arising between the two races. We are indeed millennia-old enemies, but I just wanted to find the cause of the initial conflict, that initial origin.]

At this point, General Yanshuang's tone intensified: [I don't believe in those chaotic appearances that call themselves correct. I want to find the true truth hidden beneath the consensus of the crowd.]

——Sure enough, a follower of Yala.

Su Zhou was silent for a moment. General Yanshuang's thinking was so familiar. He was a similar person, not believing in all the conventional justice and correctness, but insisting on exploring and pondering in his own way, finding the true truth hidden under the cover of everyone's consensus.

"So, you found it?"

So, he asked, with curiosity.

[I found it.]

General Yanshuang nodded, his devilish eyes flashing with a red light, just like Su Zhou's eyes at this moment: [I searched historical records, searched ancient books, and personally went to the major barbarian tribes, learning about ancient history from their shaman elders and dragon priests.]

[I found a fact from the clues hidden in the ice and frost.]

[We Yanshuang people, and the northern barbarians, have the same origin. In ancient times, we were the same race, brothers, true kin.]

[Moreover.] At this point, the black-armored knight's tone carried a strange smile, like a self-deprecating smile: [You might not believe it if I told you.]

[We are all direct descendants of the gods.]

General Yanshuang would of course laugh, because this was like a ragged boy from the border claiming that his family was actually descended from the imperial family of the previous dynasty, which seemed particularly strange and ridiculous.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, or rather, if it was true, it was even more ridiculous—even if it was true, so what? How could the descendants of the gods have fallen to such a point, so embarrassing that normal people wouldn't even dare to announce their family name?

But Su Zhou was different.

He fell into thought.

Gods, this word, he had heard it before.

The Elf Age, when the Silver Fairy Dawn was created, was precisely the first era after the gods perished. Elves were the inheritors of the gods, possessing technology so powerful that it was unimaginable by current civilizations—Silver Fairies were the races that were created. Dawn's talent and strength were enough for her to easily advance to the peak of Xin Guang (Heart Light), and even reach Shen Yi (Divine Intent) with some effort. It wasn't strange.

This meant that the Elf civilization at its peak was likely a 'golden race' composed entirely of Xin Guang (Heart Light) realm cultivators, and even Shen Yi (Divine Intent) realm cultivators.

Translated to other universes in the multiverse, it wouldn't be strange to call them a god race.

The gods and the Burning Divine Tree were born at the same time. Then, the Burning Divine Tree perished, the Twilight Dragon was born, and the gods suffered heavy losses in order to seal the Twilight Dragon, ultimately perishing completely... This was the history that Dawn knew, and it could also explain the origin of the Sealed Moon.

But after learning that the Sacred Sun and the Demonic Moon in the sky were the trunk and spirit of the Divine Tree respectively, doubts arose again: The Divine Tree was clearly not withering on its own. If it withered on its own, it wouldn't look like this, right? The Divine Tree ascended to the sky and transformed into the sun. It was clear that the gods had acted as the pushers. In that case, the birth of the Twilight Dragon and the gods were probably not unrelated.

Various clues converged, so that when General Yanshuang self-deprecatingly said that they and the northern tribes were all descendants of the gods, and that the northern tribes even worshiped the Twilight Dragon, he felt as if all the clues had converged.

Gods, Divine Tree, Twilight Dragon...

"The wind and frost of the Northern Ice Plains is unimaginably terrifying."

The man murmured to himself. He raised his head thoughtfully, looking at the ice plains in the distance, where even the Sacred Sun couldn't shine: "Without the sun, natural disasters rage. During the eternal dark hours of winter, there are extreme temperatures of minus two hundred degrees Celsius... Without a nuclear fusion power station, even a city on Earth would have a hard time."

"But the northern barbarians can survive in this terrible weather, and even have inheritances that can continue, even counterattacking the continent... Well, General, you're right. The level of civilization of the northern tribes is indeed very high, even terrifyingly high."

More than just high? To have such a level of technology thousands of years ago, it was hard to imagine what their original strength was.

And what kind of technology did they have several eras ago?

With a serious expression, Su Zhou acknowledged his previous statement when General Yanshuang was slightly stunned: "Although it seems barbaric, simplifying various exquisite techniques and making them primitive and reliable in areas where resources are scarce is itself an expression of high technology. And the northern tribes surviving in the ice plains has already been a matter of thousands of years ago. At that time, they could already do this..."

He narrowed his eyes, and the man said in a deep voice: "It was the alliance of the various races at that time that drove them out!"

General Yanshuang was somewhat bewildered.

He had only just started, and hadn't expected that Su Zhou would actually respond, and say what he was going to say next.

Moreover, what Su Zhou said was exactly what he knew. The general couldn't continue to respond, because he didn't know what happened next.

[Cough...]

Coughing, covering up the embarrassment of his gaffe, General Yanshuang's tone returned to calm: [So, I don't want to continue fighting.]

[The descendants of true gods... This kind of thing isn't an honor. I believe that the empire and the Holy Sun Church must know some of the relevant truth, but they don't want to tell me, they just want to suppress us, and let us northerners, who have the same ancestors, fight each other. Under the circumstances where the millennia of hatred in my race is likely to be a joke, a deliberately arranged conspiracy, they want me to fight?]

He raised his long spear, laughing loudly, not caring that his voice would be heard by all the Yanshuang troops: [Brothers, they want me to fight, so I fight?]

[Ridiculous! When have we Yanshuang troops ever cared about the orders of these Imperial bastards?!]

"Why should we!"

And the voices of all the Yanshuang soldiers became one, the anger in their hearts condensing here, turning into a torrent that soared to the sky: "Rebel against these Imperial bastards!"

The devil uses facts to bewitch people, and General Yanshuang, with the blood of the devil, uses the truth to stir up everyone's emotions. He was the true master of the Yanshuang territory, from reality to mind.

[Did you hear that, Svetozar of the Light of Hope?]

In the voices of these tens of millions of people, the knight in black armor raised his head, his red eyes staring straight at Su Zhou: [This is the voice of the northerners.]

General Yanshuang's tone calmed down, carrying a hint of persuasion: [War is the will of all the Yanshuang people. This is our revenge, our journey to pursue the truth. We are fighting for the noble truth, to reveal the truth that was covered up thousands of years ago!]

[What exactly did the gods do to this world? What did our ancestors do to this world, that we need to fall to such a state, so that in each era, we need to kill each other?]

[We are not asking the empire to take responsibility for the thousands of years of blood feuds between us and the northern tribes, we are just asking for the truth!]

Raising his long spear, the tip of the spear aimed at Su Zhou, General Yanshuang's words were forceful and powerful, as firm and unwavering as the eternal ice, and incomparably calm.

He was of the devil's bloodline, but he harbored a noble anger in his heart to pursue the truth. He carried the hatred, sadness, and anger of all the Yanshuang soldiers, as well as his deep love for this land and all his compatriots.

Su Zhou could sense that all the emotions were converging on this powerful knight. The will to do as he pleased, just to pursue the truth, was burning fiercely, wanting to fight against the entire Aean world, against the commonly accepted truth of the world.

During the time he was communicating with Su Zhou, he had successfully condensed the willpower of the entire army, and even the entire northern territory.

A huge, unparalleled ancient snake Xin Guang (Heart Light) body, coiled between heaven and earth like a mountain peak, was emerging behind General Yanshuang.

It raised its head, its red snake pupils overlooking the clouds and the earth, staring at the silent Su Zhou.

[Svetozar of the Light of Hope, protector of the demonized, mentor of justice, righteous man walking in the world.]

General Yanshuang spoke. At this moment, his voice became deep and broad, as if it was being issued by tens of millions of people at the same time, and countless echoes overlapped, converging into one sentence: [Now, do you still want to stop us?]

"I never came to stop you."

To this, Su Zhou shook his head.

He raised the great shield, the shining crystals releasing incandescent light, causing the tree root patterns to spread across the shield's surface: "I said."

"I came to protect you."

"You are fighting to pursue the truth, to seek the truth, you are fighting to end the wrong disputes, but you have started another wrong dispute—you and those people from the northern tribes, seemingly chasing the right thing, have already fallen into the trap of nothingness."

Su Zhou walked forward. He advanced in the clouds, each step causing the clouds to tremble and the wind to rise. The light of the Sacred Sun was even more dazzling under the influence of his source-energy.

A three-headed dragon Xin Guang (Heart Light) body emerged behind him, and he could vaguely see a fourth, looming head condensing: "Think carefully, what will you gain from starting a war? And what will you lose? Under the great natural disaster in the northern territory, how many civilians, soldiers, and children will die from the war that you and the people of the northern tribes have started?"

"The truth is important, but if even the people no longer exist, even the people who remember the truth are dead, then what is the meaning of it?"

[You don't understand at all.]

General Yanshuang's tone carried a strong disappointment. At this moment, he stood on top of the black-scaled snake's head. The light of the Sacred Sun couldn't even make the ancient snake's scales reflect, making him seem like a demon god walking in the world: [The northerners aren't afraid of death. We only want the truth, only want revenge!]

"But I'm afraid, I fear."

And Su Zhou smiled, the great shield in his hand beginning to shine with thunder: "I fear the meaningless deaths of the innocent, I fear that those who pursue the truth won't live to the time when they learn the real truth."

"When I can't act, I bless. When I can act, I protect."

"If you don't want to be protected by me, then prove your strength, General of Yanshuang. Prove that you can defeat me, prove that you have the strength to pursue the truth, instead of being swallowed by the truth."

General Yanshuang didn't speak.

He just raised the divine weapon in his hand once more, forged from his own spine, condensed from his own heart and soul, and then activated the source-energy and Mind Power.

In this instant, one spiral after another began to appear on the tip of his spear. That was the anger of the Yanshuang territory residents roaring for revenge for thousands of years, the sadness of mourning for their loved ones, the unwavering duty of soldiers defending their homes and country, and also the noble belief in seeking the truth.

A route followed the tip of the spear, pointing towards Su Zhou's shield, and the heart behind the shield.

Under the helmet and armor, pure light flashed in his red eyes. That wasn't bloodlust, nor was it killing intent, but a purer kind of questioning, a questioning of all the wrongs that had occurred on this land.

'Why?'

And also.

'Why?'

The huge black snake Xin Guang (Heart Light) body raised its head to the sky, rapidly shrinking, coiling around the long spear, and then drawing together all the source-energy within a thousand miles.

For a time, the wind and clouds in the heavens and earth changed suddenly. Long clouds surged into a great river, and a torrent of source-energy gathered towards the tip of the spear—this natural disaster phenomenon only lasted for an instant, and then transformed the long spear in General Yanshuang's hand into a true great snake dragon, a dragon of humanity's assembled masses condensed from the willpower of countless Yanshuang soldiers, and even hundreds of millions of Yanshuang people!

Boom! Before this spear was even thrust out, all the air within thousands of meters between General Yanshuang and Su Zhou was annihilated into nothingness.

Then, it was thrust out.

In an instant, the light covering half the sky was drawn and deflected, bombarding towards Su Zhou.

This spear distorted the light, and all things submitted to it.

Except for one person, and one shield.

"Actually, you might really have the strength to pursue the truth, you might not be wrong."

Staring at this amazing spear, which was like condensing the entire human masses dragon, the entire Leviathan, onto the tip of the spear, Su Zhou couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Brilliant and dazzling, General Yanshuang, it's not that you're not strong, it's not that your skills aren't exquisite."

The man raised the great shield. He condensed his Celestial Soul Karma Position, condensed the core power of his Demon Lord Devourer, Great Free Heavenly Demon Lord supernatural power, he activated the Unity of All Thoughts, and gathered all the Divine Tree power that had accumulated in this body for more than half a year onto his great shield.

Then, he slammed out with the shield.

In this instant, General Yanshuang, who was gripping the long spear, seemed to have an illusion that he had lost control of his body. He was falling towards the high sky, the Sacred Sun and countless flowing clouds like a deep vortex, wanting to suck him into it.

It was like the sky was collapsing, but people felt like they were falling into the sky.

Irresistible, incomprehensible, unstoppable power, transformed into a shield wall powerful enough to directly shatter the thoughts of hundreds of millions of people, crushing them cleanly.

The spear tip that could even guide light collided with the shield surface.

Then, it cracked.

If Celestial Immortal power couldn't crush the combined force of hundreds of millions of people, then why could Celestial Immortals be called Celestial Immortals, and why would cultivators cultivate the Dao?

Su Zhou withdrew the shield.

He stared at General Yanshuang, who was gripping the long spear in front of him, the tip of the spear shattered into fragments, seeming lost and disappointed, without saying a word.

——You merely met me.