"Let's see how much longer you can hold out!"
Within the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds, a Perfected Void God looked mockingly at the heavily scarred and battered Great Leader.
By now, the several battle formations led by the Great Leader had been battered into ruin, with nearly half of their members dead or maimed. Maintaining the shape and power of the formations had become incredibly difficult, and the Great Leader himself had suffered grievous injuries.
"Perfected Void Gods are truly too powerful," the Great Leader thought, a sense of helplessness washing over him as he faced his opponent. "I, an Advanced Void God, aided by several battle formations, still cannot match him. It seems that at the deity realm, even a single minor-stage difference results in a heaven-and-earth gap in true combat power."
"Perhaps only a peerless genius like Young Master Ye can disregard the differences in cultivation stage, easily fighting deities even while a Demigod. I just don't know how Young Master Ye is faring now, or whether he has achieved deification.
If Young Master Ye has become a deity, then he should be able to handle these Perfected Void Gods easily."
The Great Leader's thoughts turned inward.
"The Restorer Faction—an organization supposedly created to oppose our Guardian Faction—is nothing more than this," the Perfected Void God said with a look of lofty disdain. "Weak as ants and brittle as twigs before our Guardian Faction, they're a complete joke."
"Alright. Time to send you on your way. This so-called Restorer Faction you created will perish along with you.
From this moment on, the world shall know that our Guardian Faction is an existence that cannot be resisted. No person or force can stand against our Guardian Faction."
The Perfected Void God began advancing toward the Great Leader, step by measured step.
"You'll need to show me what you're made of if you want to kill me," the Great Leader retorted.
He took out several divine pills and swallowed them all in one gulp. Several Advanced Void God-level magical treasures by his side instantly shone with even more dazzling divine radiance.
"Everyone, are you afraid?" the Great Leader asked, turning to look at the members of the Restorer Faction behind him.
"Great Leader, we are not afraid," a Mid-Level Void God declared firmly. "Every member of our Restorer Faction exists to protect this void. From the moment we joined this faction, we were prepared to offer our lives. We might die, but we will not fear!"
In recent times, several Mid-Level Void Gods had emerged within the Restorer Faction, thanks to the abundant divine pills Ye Yunfei had provided.
"Great Leader, we are not afraid!"
The other Restorer members all echoed the cry in unison.
"Good! Everyone! We may fall in battle today," the Great Leader said, a gratified expression appearing on his face as he watched the members roaring behind him, "but I hope the spirit of our Restorer Faction endures forever!"
He suddenly let out a mighty shout.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The several Advanced Void God magical treasures around the Great Leader soared into the air simultaneously, unleashing boundless energy that blasted toward the Perfected Void God.
"KILL THEM!"
The members of the Restorer Faction behind the Great Leader charged forward en masse.
"Hmph! Acting tough even with death at your doorstep! True 'the sight of the coffin is needed before tears flow'! All of you, DIE!"
The face of the Perfected Void God darkened at the sight, a murderous aura soaring skyward.
The next instant, this Perfected Void God clashed fiercely with the Great Leader and all the members of the Restorer Faction.
While this Perfected Void God was immensely powerful, the Restorer Faction members were all unafraid of death. They surged forward one after another like moths drawn to a flame, temporarily throwing him into a state of frantic disarray. Of course, this tactic resulted in heavy casualties for the Restorer side, as many members charged in what was essentially a suicidal manner.
The Great Leader watched Restorer after Restorer fall by his side until his eyes became bloodshot, burning with fury. He launched a desperate, frenzied assault against the Perfected Void God.
But this Perfected Void God was truly formidable. Moments later, his fist sent the Great Leader flying, a small part of his body directly exploding from the impact. The Great Leader coughed up mouthfuls of blood.
The situation was similarly grim for the other defenders of the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds on the battlefield.
Kang Wan and the five other elders were controlling the giant banner in their battle against the five Perfected Void Gods. Aware of the banner's formidable power, these five Perfected Void Gods avoided direct collisions with it, instead employing nimble movement techniques and a large array of Perfected Void God-level magical treasures to continuously attack from the flanks.
Although Kang Wan and his group controlled a True God-level Dao Weapon, their personal strength was far inferior to their five opponents. Thus, despite fighting until now, they had failed to gain the upper hand. Their energy expenditure was so severe they were even beginning to run dry.
The Alliance Army, the Fire Clan, Flower Goddess Palace, and other allied forces had also suffered severe losses. As for the later-arriving forces that had charged in from outside to provide aid, while they had temporarily boosted the numerical strength of the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds side, the combat prowess of the enemy's ten Perfected Void Gods was simply too terrifying. They could not reverse the tide of the battle, and the disadvantage of the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds side became increasingly pronounced.
"It seems the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds will lose this battle!
From now on, the void will once again be ruled by the Guardian Faction," lamented numerous onlookers watching from the void beyond. Earlier, some observing forces had chosen to join the fight, but many had remained passive spectators, lacking the courage to participate.
"Alright. You may die now."
Within the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds, a Perfected Void God looked at the Great Leader, whose body was now shattered and ruined beyond recognition, and spoke unhurriedly, his gaze filled with contempt and killing intent.
"Will the Restorer Faction truly be extinguished today?" The Great Leader glanced back at the last remaining portion of his faction, a surge of unwillingness rising within him. Yet, he had no strength left to fight. The members behind him would undoubtedly be slaughtered one by one by the Perfected Void God before him. The destruction of the Restorer Faction seemed inevitable.
"Where is Young Master Ye now?
If he were here, perhaps a miracle might occur."
The Great Leader's gaze turned toward the boundless void outside. Suddenly, he thought of Ye Yunfei.
At that very moment, his eyes narrowed sharply as if frozen, his stare fixated intently on a point outside the void. Then, his body began to tremble lightly.
"What's going on?
I seem to have caught a glimpse of Young Master Ye's figure. Could it be such a coincidence?
Am I hallucinating due to my severe injuries?"
He felt as though he had seen a familiar figure charging into the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds at a shocking speed.
"Die!"
The words of the Perfected Void God ahead were cold. With a thunderous boom, his fist shot forward, conjuring a massive fist imprint that carried terrifying energy pressure rolling directly toward the Great Leader.
The Great Leader was now severely wounded, his situation critical. His remaining combat power was minimal, insufficient to withstand this Perfected Void God.
Most of the Restorers behind him were also injured, and the battle formations they had previously assembled had long been shattered, scattered and disorganized.
"If that is truly Young Master Ye, then our Restorer Faction still has hope."
Watching the familiar figure in the outside void draw nearer and nearer, a flicker of hope rekindled in the Great Leader's heart.
"Killing me won't be that easy."
Fighting spirit rekindled within him. The residual energy in his body surged out, activating an Advanced Void God-level magical treasure that he sent hurtling forward with a crash.
"Putting up a deathbed struggle in your current state—is that really meaningful?"
The Perfected Void God looked at the Great Leader with pity and spoke coldly.
His punching fist directly smashed aside the Advanced Void God treasure in front of the Great Leader. The massive fist imprint continued its inexorable advance, poised to strike the Great Leader's body.
Too much energy had been expended in the previous battle; the Great Leader was a spent force on the verge of collapse. He wanted to block the Perfected Void God's fist, but his spirit was willing though his flesh was weak. Yet, at this moment, the Great Leader felt not an ounce of fear. He had clearly seen that the familiar figure had already charged into the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds and was striding toward his location.
"No mistake about it!
Young Master Ye has returned! And Young Master Ye has achieved Deity!
The Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds are saved! The Alliance Army is saved!"
Despite his severe injuries, the Great Leader's perception remained keen. He was now certain that familiar figure was Ye Yunfei, and he could discern that Ye Yunfei, having rushed back to the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds, was now a Deity.
When Ye Yunfei had been just a Demigod, he had already slain countless Void Gods. Now that he had officially become a Deity, there was no question his combat power had reached an astonishing level.
"Your so-called Restorer Faction is finished!"
As the Perfected Void God's fist reached the Great Leader, his words were frigid, heartless.
The next instant, a figure arrived beside the Great Leader, swift as light and fleeting as a shadow—it was Ye Yunfei.
Facing the enormous fist imprint smashing toward them, Ye Yunfei's expression was placid.
"You think you can?"
Ye Yunfei said calmly.
As he spoke, he clenched his right fist and punched forward. A terrifying torrent of energy erupted from his fist. Behind him, the phantom of a tall, imposing emperor solidified.
Imperial Fist Technique!
This was the Imperial Fist Technique executed by Ye Yunfei after becoming a Deity. Compared to before, its power was worlds apart. In truth, this fist technique belonged to the category of deity-level martial arts; only by channeling deity-level energy could its true might be unleashed.
Rumble!
The phantom emperor behind Ye Yunfei was far more solid than in the past, and the energy it released directly enveloped a large expanse of the surrounding space.
"What a terrifying energy field!"
The Great Leader felt the imperial might emanating from Ye Yunfei, a sensation of dread causing his heart to tremble.
He was, after all, an Advanced Void God, while Ye Yunfei was only a Primary-Level Deity. Yet now, Ye Yunfei was radiating such a terrifyingly oppressive aura upon him.