Immortal Starry Sky-Chapter 112 - 108: The War is Over!

A figure clad in a black robe, his body even more imposing than before, his determined face more mature than in the past, yet humans recognized this familiar face in an instant!

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that only this silhouette remained.

"It’s him, it’s really him, the Strongest Venerable!"

"He’s back, we are saved!"

"The Strongest Venerable!"

"The Strongest Venerable!"

"The Strongest Venerable!"

Humans screamed wildly, their cries louder than ever, each person shouting the joy of rebirth until their voices grew hoarse!

"This kid, finally made it on time." Luo’s pale face broke into a smile.

"Xu’Er."

"Wang Xu."

Wang Zhenguo and Lin Hui cried with excitement. Tang Yan couldn’t hide her joy either, covering her face as tears silently streamed down.

However, in the sky, Wang Xu’s face was somber, his gaze icy-cold, flames burning in his eyes, as an invisible killing intent silently spread out.

"Big Brother Hong... Brother Jin... the Dean..." Wang Xu’s teeth gnashed, almost shattering.

He already felt it, the presences of Hong Yushu, Jin Tun, the Dean, and many other friends from the past, had completely vanished from Earth...

They’re dead, all dead!

Hong Yushu had sacrificed himself in the first wave of an assault facing thousands of Star Level warriors from the Doma Race. All the Venerable ones around the world died completely, except for Wang Xu, not a single Venerable one survived.

And Jin Tun, the Dean, and the others all died during the sweep of Earth by the Cosmic Battleship, beneath the white beams of light.

An aura of sadness spread out, and the cheering humans gradually fell silent, each person faintly sensing a deep sorrow.

Wang Xu’s eyes were bloodshot, he recalled the scene of the first battle with Jin Tun’s Red Flame Battle Group, remembered the Dean inviting him with a smile to join the Extreme Ancient Hall, and remembered Hong Yushu downing a large cup of wine and the two laughing heartily... Yet all of it was shattered.

"Doma Race, Cosmic Thieves, you deserve to die a thousand deaths..." Wang Xu’s cold gaze fell on Peng Mo.

"You... you are Star Level... that Star Level from four years ago!" Peng Mo’s face darkened, instantly recognizing Wang Xu.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the whole world dimmed in an instant, the entire sky seemed to be left with only a flawless, pure white light.

Wang Xu wielded a White Jade Long Saber in his hand, its brightness akin to the white of the moon, the only light in the world, it flashed and darted towards Peng Mo!

Peng Mo raised his hand to block, and the Green Light Vine swiftly entangled it.

Bang!

The entire Green Light Vine snapped, layer by layer turning into fragments, revealing Peng Mo within, his eyes wide with terror.

"Ugh..." Peng Mo looked at the finger-wide blood hole in his chest in disbelief, "How... how is this possible, you are merely Star Level!"

Wang Xu was at the highest Star Level, whereas Peng Mo was at the highest Void Level, a full Great Realm apart, yet Wang Xu penetrated him with a single strike, even the enhanced vines couldn’t block it!

"No... I won’t lose, I am from the Doma Race, you natives can’t possibly beat me!" Peng Mo refused to believe he would be defeated by a Star Level native, frenzied and manic, he dug out the green gem from the shattered Green Light Vine, and swallowed it in one gulp!

Peng Mo’s aura gradually rose, his entire being becoming ferocious.

"Oh no, the leader is burning his life force!" Two Upper Void Level members of the Doma Race looked grim.

The green gem was capable of triggering the potential within a biological body, allowing a Cosmic Martial Artist to unleash several times their power instantly.

But the green gem would absorb the creature’s life force, and once ingested, the life force would be continuously absorbed until it was completely drained and the being turned into a dried corpse.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Peng Mo would never use it.

Now Peng Mo was desperate, having been wounded by a mere Star Level warrior, and this Star Level was just a lowly native, this dealt a harsh blow to Peng Mo’s pride, unbearable for him.

"Die!" Peng Mo once again wielded two vines, his hand clenched, covered in green light, instantly swelling and growing larger, his eyes crimson, emanating a blood-thirsty light, swinging his arms madly, the thick Green Light Vines fiercely lashing towards Wang Xu!

"Hmph!" Wang Xu snorted coldly, his voice echoing throughout the world, Peng Mo’s face stiffened, as if struck by a heavy blow, shot backward like a cannonball.

"Spiritual Consciousness Attack, you actually wield such means!" Fear was evident in Peng Mo’s eyes.

He had already suffered a Spiritual Consciousness Attack once at the start, but Peng Mo had not realized it at the time. However, when Wang Xu wielded it a second time, he finally understood that this Star Level’s spiritual consciousness was immense, stronger than his own, and even capable of Spiritual Consciousness Attacks!

In the cosmos, apart from those cultivating the physical body or War Soldiers, there was another peculiar vocation, the Cosmic Spirit.

Cosmic Spirits were the darlings of heaven, treasures of the universe, incredibly rare.

They were born with a formidable talent for spiritual consciousness, their Sea of Spiritual Consciousness dozens or even hundreds of times that of ordinary Cosmic Martial Artists.

In other words, if you compared the Sea of Spiritual Consciousness of an ordinary Cosmic Martial Artist to a stream, a Cosmic Spirit’s would be a lake or a river, even an ocean!

This was an innate gap, which also destined Cosmic Spirits to a special status in the cosmos.

Spiritual Consciousness was elusive and ethereal, attacks were invisible and intangible, leaving one defenseless, many Cosmic Martial Artists perished under its sneak attacks, unable to even react before succumbing to the attack, losing their lives.

"You... you are actually a Cosmic Spirit!" Peng Mo began to fear, he knew the reputation of Cosmic Spirits, he had once witnessed a Cosmic Spirit killing a swath of equal-tiered Cosmic Martial Artists with mere thought, that sort of unresistable fear made Peng Mo already harbor a desire to retreat.

Whoosh!

Peng Mo turned and fled without hesitation; the Cosmic Spirit was too powerful, far beyond his capability to contend with. If he continued to fight, there was only death awaiting him!

"Trying to leave?" Wang Xu’s eyes were cold, Earth was scarred, and people were wailing in the ruins; the tragic deaths of former friends and brothers... everything, Wang Xu couldn’t possibly let Peng Mo go.

"Attack! Stop him for me!" Peng Mo shouted into the communication device.

Immediately, hundreds of cosmic warships turned their weapons towards Wang Xu, energy frantically gathering, ready to unleash hundreds of white beams.

"All of you, die!" Wang Xu roared, as his spiritual consciousness rapidly expanded. The Doma race on the hundreds of cosmic warships had no resistance, their spiritual senses crushed, reducing them to complete idiots.

"Damn it!" Peng Mo was in a panic, "The natives of this star were obviously so weak, how could there be a Cosmic Spirit? Impossible!"

The main warship was right in front of him, and just as Peng Mo was about to enter, a terrifying momentum suddenly descended from the sky!

Thunderous!

A huge White Jade Blade Shadow swept down, countless great sabers densely covering the sky. With a gentle swipe, all the warships turned to ash!

Without the main warship, Peng Mo could only rely on himself to escape.

"Leader!" Two Upper Void-class warriors saw Peng Mo abandon them to flee alone, shouting helplessly, but before they could react, a fierce blade light slashed across their necks.

Blood splattered, heads flew, both Upper Void-class warriors perished instantly.

Peng Mo moved quickly, being of the Ultimate Void rank, and burning his life force, his speed multiplied.

However, Wang Xu’s spiritual consciousness attack left him almost in despair.

Whenever he thought he was about to escape, leaving Wang Xu behind, the vast spiritual consciousness pressed down, his speed drastically reduced. If not for possessing Ultimate Void-class spiritual sense himself, his spirit would have long collapsed under such attacks.

Even so, Peng Mo still couldn’t escape Wang Xu’s pursuit.

"I surrender! Please, don’t kill me!" Wang Xu blocked Peng Mo’s way, his face pale as he realized he couldn’t escape today. He immediately knelt, raising both hands, "I can be your slave, just spare my life!"

Peng Mo was an Ultimate Void rank, just a step away from Black Hole level. Even if he became a slave, once he broke through to Black Hole level, he might have a chance to break free from the slave shackles and gain his freedom.

But he misjudged Wang Xu.

"I don’t need trash as my slave." As Wang Xu coldly said this, a white stream of light swiftly cut down, severing Peng Mo’s arm.

"Shhhh!" Another white stream of light, and Peng Mo’s arms were both detached.

Peng Mo bled profusely, his face twitching, his appearance distorted, his entire body swelling like a balloon.

"If I can’t live, you must die with me!"

Self-detonation!

A secret technique that most cosmic martial artists understood: ignite the cosmic energy within, self-destruct, and perish with the enemy.

Peng Mo desired to live, but Wang Xu snuffed out that hope, leaving him no choice but to self-destruct!

Seeing this, Wang Xu retreated swiftly; the self-detonation of an Ultimate Void rank was no joke, its energy equivalent to a star’s explosion, something Wang Xu couldn’t withstand directly, no matter how confident he was!

"Damn it! Earth!" Wang Xu just took two steps back, but suddenly realized he was right in front of Earth.

If he retreated, Earth would be in disaster!

With no room to retreat, Wang Xu could only deploy Void Warriors to try and block it.

Boom!

The terrifying energy of the Ultimate Void-level self-detonation fully unleashed, like another sun, nearing Earth.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The defending Void Warriors were all shattered by this vast energy, the rest blasted away, unable to stop it completely.

"No choice left." Cold sweat dripped from Wang Xu’s forehead as he gestured, summoning a colossal warship like an island.

The Bailan stood in front of Wang Xu, with the ferocious energy impacting it, Wang Xu held the Bailan with all his might.

"Hold on, you must hold on!" Wang Xu was anxious.

The bright explosion bloomed brilliantly, humans closed their eyes, unable to gaze directly, while fierce gusts blew, forcing humans to cling desperately to nearby objects.

Whoosh!

Finally, the light faded, the storm receded, and Wang Xu felt the Bailan lighten; the terrifying explosion had dissipated.

"Whew..." Wang Xu let out a long breath.

Peng Mo was dead, the Doma race annihilated, humanity’s tribulation was finally over.

Wang Xu retrieved the Bailan, now reduced to a broken half, and his form turned into a stream of light, flying toward the First Safe Zone.

At this moment, humanity held its breath. When they saw a stream of light swiftly approaching and recognized that familiar face, everyone burst into tears of excitement.

Victory.

We won this war!