Chapter 550 449: Such a Great Victory, Unseen in 100 Years

A head flew into the air.

Then, a streak of bloody light sank into the ground.

"!!!" Gao Neng.

To be honest, he had no intention of letting the Blood Grand Marshal escape to be reborn. He was, after all, surrounded by nearly a hundred gene weapons.

If they had gone all-out, they might have had a chance to obliterate the Blood Grand Marshal's soul.

And the result?

'The Blood Grand Marshal's soul actually burrowed into the ground?'

'How incredible!'

Gao Neng's reaction was a split-second too late. The Blood Grand Marshal's soul had already vanished. Chasing it now was virtually impossible.

'As I thought, my strength still isn't enough.' Gao Neng didn't dwell on it. After all, he had anticipated that killing a Ninth-Rank would be incredibly difficult.

Otherwise, the Strongest of the alien races wouldn't be caught in this endless cycle of death and rebirth.

Obliterating the soul!

A Strongest like Li Tiannan certainly knew how, and his methods were undoubtedly far superior to Gao Neng's.

Yet, in the hundred years since the Great Cataclysm, the number of alien Strongest who had been truly and permanently slain remained few and far between.

This just went to show that once a being reached the Ninth-Rank, their soul's methods of escape became far more powerful.

'To truly eradicate the alien races…'

'I have to get my hands on their Source of Rebirth.'

Of course, that wasn't a task for today.

The priority right now was...

...to kill King Beiliang.

"SWISH!"

"SWISH!"

"SWISH!"

The gene weapons unleashed their full firepower.

Trapped in the Illusion Realm, King Beiliang didn't struggle for long.

He was quickly hacked to death.

Then, another streak of blue light shot toward the sky, moving faster than Gao Neng could possibly hope to catch.

At this point, of the six Ninth-Rank aliens, three were dead!

Gao Neng stood atop the Flying Earth Dragon, one hand raising his long saber, the other holding the heads of the Blood Grand Marshal and King Beiliang.

"Humanity will triumph!"

"Humanity will triumph!"

"Humanity will triumph!"

The sky-shattering roars echoed.

An exhausted Fang Tangtang leaned against Gao Neng. After firing so many shots... she was truly spent, but her face beamed with immense satisfaction.

This was a battle she would never forget for the rest of her life.

"Humanity will triumph!" In the distance, Shen Ning'Er gazed at Gao Neng and Fang Tangtang, the corners of her lips turning up in a slight smile. She then barked her command, "Full-speed barrage! Annihilate the entire alien army!"

"Yes, Deputy Division Commander Shen!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

The flashes of countless cannons lit up the sky.

The Alien Race Alliance Army was instantly drowned in artillery fire.

At the same time, not far behind Shen Ning'Er, massive crowds of civilians surged forward. They didn't move quickly, but they all brandished a motley assortment of shovels, hoes, and other tools.

"Build a new rampart!"

"Humans will never be slaves!"

"We will be victorious!"

"..."

After these civilians rushed over, they began to rebuild the broken city walls amidst the artillery fire.

Ice and snow fell upon them.

But they didn't care in the slightest.

'We lost!'

'We really lost...'

'This battle... we've lost completely!'

Watching this scene, the three remaining Ninth-Rank aliens felt their hearts turn to ash.

The king of the Ice and Snow Race was dead.

King Beiliang was also dead.

The Blood Grand Marshal was dead, too.

And the humans were rebuilding a new fortress.

How could the three of them possibly be a match for Gao Neng and the garrison troops, whose morale was soaring?

If they held their ground any longer, they would die too.

"Go!"

"Rescue the Prince!"

"This is the only thing we can do now."

The three Ninth-Rank aliens turned and ran.

The other High-tier alien Leaders were instantly thrown into chaos.

If they could win this battle, sacrificing the Princes was acceptable; they would still have a chance to live. But if this battle was a guaranteed loss, then rescuing the Princes was their only chance at survival.

"Rescue the Prince!"

"Charge!"

"Retreat! All forces, retreat!"

The High-tier aliens scattered and fled.

Gao Neng naturally couldn't let these High-tier Leaders escape so easily. After all, he always enjoyed kicking a man when he was down.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Gao Neng threw on a black cloak and successfully blended in with the group of gene weapons.

The exhausted Fang Tangtang was taken underground by the Flying Earth Dragon.

He mingled with the gene weapons.

Gao Neng's combat power was instantly unleashed.

A slash, and another, and another.

He cut down the fleeing aliens, leaving chaos in his wake.

The alien leaders, who were focused on saving the Princes, naturally had no will to fight.

In fact, even if they had the will, it would have been useless.

Because, after Gao Neng blended in with the gene weapons, they no longer knew which was Gao Neng and which was a gene weapon. After all, the current Gao Neng was also a High-tier.

A High-tier with other High-tiers...

Who could tell them apart?

The aura and energy were almost identical!

"Kill!" Gao Neng led the nearly one hundred gene weapons, hunting down the High-tier aliens like a plague of locusts. Wherever they passed, not even a blade of grass was left standing.

Meanwhile, Shaximo, Wei Ya, and the others did their utmost to stop the High-tier aliens from leaving.

They were all top-tier geniuses among humans.

When encountering Seventh-Rank aliens, it was impossible for them to lose. Not only would they not lose, they even had the chance to slay them. Thus, the battle had officially entered the clean-up phase.

Soon, the more than ten thousand alien troops surrounded by the one hundred thousand garrison soldiers were all but wiped out.

What remained now was the two hundred thousand-strong Allied Army fighting amongst themselves.

It was said to be two hundred thousand...

...but after the bout of chaos, that number was now meaningless.

Those who weren't controlled by Gao Neng's Illusion Technique had retreated at the first opportunity, fleeing for their lives like madmen.

As for the large group controlled by Gao Neng's Illusion Technique, they were crazily fighting to the death with the aliens around them, and nearly half of them were already dead or injured.

The two hundred thousand-strong Allied Army could now be considered completely routed.

Under the leadership of Shen Fei, the Esoteric Monk, Shaximo, Wei Ya, and others, the one hundred thousand garrison troops charged into the chaotic alien army once again.

Blood splattered through the air.

For the human garrison, which included High-tiers, cutting down the chaotic and exhausted aliens was as easy as slicing through vegetables.

And Fang Tangtang, once the danger had passed, rushed out from underground again, holding up her live-streaming phone to record the final scenes of the great battle.

"We won!"

"We really won!"

"The North District survived! Twenty million people survived!"

People cheered, people wept.

For a hundred years since the Great Cataclysm, humanity had continuously suffered defeat.

In the first twenty years, humans were slaughtered in large numbers, their territory shrinking again and again.

In the second twenty years, humanity was crushed by the great alien armies, losing vast homelands amidst a sea of cries.

In the third twenty years, humanity thought they were fully prepared, but in the end, they suffered a massive defeat that nearly brought them to extinction.

In the fourth twenty years, humanity huddled in the City of Hope, because the lands they had lived on for generations had been completely reduced to ruins.

And now...

The fifth twenty-year period was approaching.

The Human Race was finally rising.

One great battle.

Slaying three Ninth-Rank aliens, dozens of High-tiers, and over a hundred thousand troops from the Alien Race Alliance Army...

Such a great victory!

Unseen in a hundred years!

The cheers were deafening!

"Gao Neng, Gao Neng!!"

"..."

Every time the live-stream camera focused on Gao Neng, the same name would ring out across the Alliance—the name of the one who led humanity to victory in the battle for the North District.

"He really did it!" Fang Yuan's fists were clenched tightly.

"He really did it!" Wu Qingjing's face was flushed red.

"He really did it!" The veins on Yutian's hands bulged.

"He really did it!" A chill ran down Liang Qi's back. It wasn't a feeling of being threatened; rather, he had never imagined that humanity could truly be so united.