"Haha! Spiritwing Clan!"
The Immortal from the Mechanical Race camp laughed, "Though I don't know when they appeared, there are eight Spiritwing Clan members, and one of them is an Immortal. This must be the Human Race team that Mantis and Sarin's team put a bounty on."
"This Human Race team has stolen our prey twice. If it weren't for their superior strength, I would have made them realize the consequences of stealing prey!"
At this point, the Immortal Mokara's expression turned cold. "But now is the chance for revenge. Mantis and Sarin's team are quite famous throughout the Universe Battlefield. With their strength, if this Human Race team truly is the one from the bounty, then they are dead for sure!"
A World Master cautiously asked, "Lord Mokara, if this truly is the Human Race team from the bounty, will we be able to get closer to those two Lords?"
"Hehe, don't think too much! Mantis and Sarin are notoriously shrewd. If we can't bring them benefits, even if we establish a connection with them, it will be useless."
Mokara sneered, "We just need to give them the coordinates and the video from our detector. If this Human Race team is indeed the one they are looking for, we will naturally receive the 20 Yulan Unit bounty reward."
"Understood, Lord Mokara." The World Master respectfully nodded.
"You guys keep an eye on that Human Race team. I'll go contact Mantis now."
Mokara said, his consciousness entering the Yulan World of the Mechanical Race camp.
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Yulan World.
Inside a room adorned with many glowing gems, Mechanical Race members Mantis and Sarin sat across from each other at a table.
Ever since they posted the bounty, both of them had dedicated most of their consciousness to this Yulan World, waiting for allies from their camp to complete the bounty.
However, several months had passed, and they still hadn't received any news about the World Master Cloud Vine's team.
"Sarin, do you think that World Master Cloud Vine might have left the Extraterritorial Battlefield?" Mantis asked with some concern.
Sarin stated confidently, "Probably not. That World Master Cloud Vine's own strength is comparable to a high-level Military Lord-level Immortal. The Human Race higher-ups would definitely give him very difficult tempestage Missions. He would never leave the Extraterritorial Battlefield without completing those tempestage Missions."
Tempering Geniuses is not just something the Human Race does; any slightly larger force would do it. It's just that the tempestage Missions vary based on the force and the Genius's strength.
"That's true. The Extraterritorial Battlefield is an important tempering ground for Human Race Geniuses. The World Master Cloud Vine shouldn't leave the Extraterritorial Battlefield so quickly." Mantis sighed softly, "It's only been a few months since we lost news of that World Master Cloud Vine, but I feel as if thousands upon thousands of years have passed. It's been a long time since I've felt this way."
Sarin nodded, "I feel the same way."
As Immortals with lifespans exceeding ten thousand epochs, a few months truly meant nothing to them. The fact that they felt such an illusion only meant they cared too much about the World Master Cloud Vine.
"Hmm?!" Mantis's eyes lit up as he received a message, and a look of pleasant surprise appeared on his face.
Sarin, seeing this, felt curious and asked, "Mantis, what's wrong?"
Mantis's Mechanical face showed a heartfelt smile. "I just received news that the World Master Cloud Vine is in area 0322391, and it even comes with a detector's scan video as proof."
"There's a scan video as proof?!" Upon hearing this, Sarin's electronic eyes glowed brightly. "Let's go! We're heading to area 0322391 now!"
"No problem." Mantis nodded, "But before that, I need to tell the ally who provided the information to continue following that World Master Cloud Vine. We can't lose him again!"
"More money!" Sarin's electronic eyes flickered with red light. "As long as the ally who provided the information can keep up with the World Master Cloud Vine, we can give him an additional 10… no! 20 Yulan Units on top of the bounty!"
"Alright." Mantis nodded upon hearing this. "I'll notify him now."
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Universe Battlefield, Area 0322391, at the spaceship wreckage.
"Hehe."
Mokara, who had divided a small portion of his consciousness to enter the Yulan World, sneered disdainfully, "Giving an extra 20 Yulan Units and expecting me to follow that Spiritwing Clan team? That's underestimating me too much…"
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly, "In this kind of situation, it should be at least an additional 50 Yulan Units!"
"Hmm… he agreed so decisively." The next moment, Mokara felt a bit annoyed. "Damn it! I didn't realize this Human Race Spiritwing Clan team was so important to them."
"Lord Mokara." The World Master's eyes were filled with joy as he said, "As long as we follow the Human Race Spiritwing Clan team, we can get 70 Yulan Units?"
"Is 70 Yulan Units a lot?!" Mokara's expression was quite displeased upon hearing this. "If I had known that Human Race Spiritwing Clan team was so important to Mantis and the other, I could have demanded at least 30 more Yulan Units as a reward."
The World Master greedily suggested, "Since that's the case, why don't we ask for more?"
"You want me to go back on my word in front of a Pinnacle-Level expert like Mantis? Are you trying to make me die faster?" Mokara's face darkened. This guy in front of him was trying to harm him.
The World Master, seeing this, immediately backed down. "Lord Mokara, I was wrong."
"Idiot! It's good that you know you were wrong. Don't say such foolish things again in the future."
Seeing his subordinate back down, Mokara turned his gaze to the projected light screen, which displayed the battle scene of Ender and others fighting the Zerg team.
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Boom!!
Ender's 'Void Spear' swept out, and wherever the spearhead passed, space collapsed completely. Terrifying power gathered at the spearhead, striking a World Master from the Zerg camp.
With a basic strength reaching the initial Pinnacle-Level, combined with the 'Void Spear' spear activated with Law secret patterns, a single strike directly blasted that World Master into a mist of blood!
The fifth-order primal force armor he wore offered no protection whatsoever, instantly being blasted into a pile of scrap.
"Damn it! Damn it!! How can that Human Race World Master be so strong!"
"Is he really Human Race?!"
"His body height exceeds forty meters, and his strength is even comparable to an Immortal!"
The strength displayed by Ender astonished and angered the four surviving Zerg camp World Masters. This was the first time they had seen such a terrifying World Master!
"Atlas, well done!"
"It still takes Atlas's intervention. He can kill a World Master with one strike."
"Even if Atlas can suppress an ordinary Immortal, to blast a World Master to dust with one strike still feels exaggerated to me!"
Although it wasn't the first time the team members had seen Ender possess such strength, each of them still felt shocked.
After completing the one-shot kill, Ender transmitted a message to his teammates, "The remaining four World Masters are up to you."
"No problem, leave the rest to us."
The team members received the transmission and replied while fighting the enemy.
Seeing that his team members had the advantage in both strength and numbers, Ender turned his gaze to Fortress and the others who were fighting in the distance.
Fortress's divine body was only a little over one meter tall, yet he wielded a war hammer that was equally or even slightly taller than himself. He was smashing the alien Immortal with a flurry of blows, each strike capable of collapsing and shattering Universe space, and causing the opponent's divine body to tremble uncontrollably upon impact.
Unlike Fortress, Lightning Flash, who used a battle blade as a weapon, relied on his flying Secret Technique to increase his speed. He moved like a shadowy ghost, attacking fluidly, constantly inflicting damage on the enemy while giving it no chance to touch him.
The two cooperated tacitly, continuously launching attacks, annihilating the alien Immortal's divine body. More importantly, their coordination prevented the opponent from making effective counterattacks, forcing it to passively endure the blows.
Observing the completely different combat styles of Fortress and Lightning Flash, Ender thought to himself: "One direct, one elusive. Their cooperation is incredibly tacit. As expected of battle comrades who have fought together for over a thousand years."
The battle continued, with Fortress and Lightning Flash firmly holding the upper hand. The alien Immortal's divine body was constantly being consumed, and its aura had weakened considerably, estimated to have lost nearly 30% of its divine body.
Ender, observing the battlefield, thought to himself: "It's almost at the minimum warning line for self-detonation."
An Immortal losing over 30% of its divine body means its strength will be less than 50% of its Pinnacle. The pressure of combat and survival increases significantly, and some Immortal, believing themselves doomed, will choose to self-detonate to prevent benefiting the enemy.
"Retreat!"
Lightning Flash, who was continuously attacking, noticed the madness in the alien Immortal's eyes. While transmitting a message to Fortress, he hurriedly retreated.
Fortress, upon receiving the transmission, did not hesitate. He directly burned his Immortal Divine Power and flew backward. Burning a portion of Immortal Divine Power at such a critical moment was far better than enduring the alien Immortal's self-detonation power.
Boom!!
A giant sphere of light appeared, as dazzling as a star, illuminating all the surrounding darkness!
However, the terrifying light and heat destroyed everything around it. Even space collapsed and shattered within this ball of light, with fragments of space of various sizes flying and annihilating!
In an instant, the ball of light expanded to over a hundred kilometers, incinerating all kinds of debris within a radius of tens of kilometers, leaving only a few F-grade materials remaining under the light and heat.
Whoosh!
Due to the extremely close distance, Fortress had already placed a shield in front of himself before the self-detonation power arrived, and the self-detonation power blasted him away.
On the other side, Lightning Flash, being slightly faster than Fortress, was also blasted away under the protection of a shield that could protect his body.
"Tsk!" Lightning Flash clicked his tongue lightly. "That alien Immortal was truly decisive. He self-detonated as soon as his divine body loss exceeded 30%. This battle cost me 3.2% of my divine body."
Fortress then transmitted, "My divine body loss is a bit higher than yours, nearly 6%. If you hadn't warned me, my divine body loss would have been even greater."
Even with a quick reaction and timely retreat, and with a sixth-order shield protecting his body, he still lost nearly 6% of his divine body. This shows how terrifying self-detonation, the Immortal's final resort, truly is!
Fortress spoke to Lightning Flash, who was faster, "Collect the spoils of war. You go to the spatial interlayer, and I'll collect from the Universe Battlefield."
"No problem."
Lightning Flash flew towards the center of the self-detonation, then tore space with a blade and entered the spatial interlayer.
The self-detonation power of an Immortal is immense, tearing Universe space and causing some objects that cannot be destroyed by the self-detonation to fall into the spatial interlayer. Lightning Flash was going to search for the spoils of war scattered in the spatial interlayer.
About ten seconds later, after Fortress and Lightning Flash had collected the spoils of war, the other team members also finished eliminating the remaining four World Masters of the Zerg team.
After all the team members had gathered, Fortress took out a C9-grade Universe spaceship from his World Ring. An F9-grade Mechanical lounge had already been installed inside it.
"Get in the spaceship."
Fortress called out, then was the first to enter the C9-grade Universe spaceship, with everyone else following close behind.
Whoosh!
When everyone had entered the spaceship, the spaceship's hatch closed and it set off into the distance.
...
On the other side, within the spaceship wreckage over a hundred million kilometers away.
"Don't let this Human Race team get away. They are worth 70 Yulan Units."
Mokara's led Mechanical Race camp team, seeing the spaceship Ender and the others were riding, quickly ordered their subordinates to pilot their spaceship to follow.
Whoosh!
Everyone quickly entered their Universe spaceship and chased after the spaceship Ender and the others were on.
...
Inside the C9-grade spaceship currently in transit.
Fortress and the others were tallying the spoils of war, and Ender also handed over the spoils he had acquired this time.
The value of the spoils he acquired this time was very low, estimated to be only about ten Mixed-yuan Units, which is equivalent to the wealth of an ordinary World Master in the Human Territory.
Ender sighed inwardly, "In this Extraterritorial Battlefield, enemies without background or from weak races have very low-value spoils of war. Two of these three World Masters were World Master Generals, but their wealth was only equivalent to an ordinary Human Race World Master."
"Master, 180 million kilometers behind us, there's an Mechanical Race camp spaceship tracking us."
Suddenly, Little Dawn's pleasant notification entered Ender's mind.
"Hmm… an Mechanical Race camp team is following?"
Upon receiving Little Dawn's notification, Ender mentally controlled the large detector to scan, instantly clarifying the strength of the team.
However, he did not tell Fortress and the others about this team's information, because through the large detector's scan, he learned the contents of that team's conversation.
"Someone from the Mechanical Race has put a bounty on news of a team primarily composed of Spiritwing Clan members?"
Upon hearing this news, Ender pondered, "A bounty on the Spiritwing Clan? Is this aimed at Fortress and them? Fortress and their strength are ordinary; the strongest among them are just two ordinary Immortals. Why would the Mechanical Race camp put a bounty on them?"
"If there's anyone special among them, it would be Naviya. She is a descendant highly valued by a Spiritwing Clan King Immortal."
"The question is, is a King Immortal's descendant, who is only an Elite World Master Fighter, worth an expert from the Mechanical Race camp putting a bounty on?"
"Clearly! Their target isn't the Spiritwing Clan; the bounty on the Spiritwing Clan must just be a smokescreen."
"Interesting, am I the target?" Thinking this, Ender chuckled inwardly, "Then let me see what confidence you have to put a bounty on and pursue me."
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Dark Universe.
An F-grade Mechanical Race spaceship was traveling at several times the speed of light.
Inside the spaceship.
Mantis and Sarin were sitting in the spaceship, communicating via transmission, while four high-level Military Lord-level Immortals also sat in various places in the lounge.
Mantis transmitted, "According to the coordinates and direction of travel provided by Mokara, we are expected to intercept the spaceship of the World Master Cloud Vine in ten days."
Sarin transmitted, "Ten days? That must be assuming they don't stop or change direction, right?"