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The entire ground seemed to tremble as the massive body of the Basilisk crashed heavily onto the earth, golden blood beginning to seep from its wounds.
This creature had evolved to an unbelievable extent. In the distance, a large white horse trotted back, snorting behind Zheng Yifan.
The death of the Basilisk was something Zheng Yifan had anticipated; it was a foregone conclusion once he clashed with the power of the System God’s rules.
However, Zheng Yifan was in a dire situation. His body was fractured in multiple places, and this was after he had undergone enhancements.
He had been careless. At the moment of the Basilisk's death, its powerful tail whip had nearly shattered his body. If his physical strength hadn’t already reached its current limit, he would have surely perished.
Gasping for breath, he continuously consumed bags of nutrient solution—these were meant to replenish his strength. He had prepared them specifically for himself, akin to an enhanced Energy Bar. Coupled with the recovery abilities of a Superpowered Individual, he could digest them quickly.
The large white horse observed the Basilisk's demise, waited a few seconds, then trotted over and kicked it fiercely a couple of times, seemingly still unsatisfied as it continued to kick violently.
Zheng Yifan was utterly speechless. Just how vicious had this Basilisk been to provoke such rage in the horse? After just two or three minutes, Zheng Yifan had managed to recover somewhat. The Qianyuan Village had completely vanished, reduced to a pile of rubble—or rather, a chaotic heap of stones. The ground was riddled with deep gorges; the Basilisk’s serpent-like body had carved out thousands of trenches, and the two nearby mountains had entirely disappeared.
The battle had been grueling, evident from the surrounding devastation.
But now was not the time to observe other areas; the Basilisk's body was becoming increasingly unstable.
Zheng Yifan could see something rolling out from the Basilisk's mouth.
It looked like a pearl.
For some reason, Zheng Yifan felt an urgent warning in his mind to escape quickly.
Yet he couldn't leave behind the Basilisk's corpse. It was so resilient that crafting a set of armor from it would be worthwhile. The Superpowered Weapon Manufacturing Factory in the Gathering Place already had plans for producing Superpowered Armor; the scales of the Basilisk were prime materials.
There was no time for hesitation. In just one second, Zheng Yifan stored the Basilisk’s body in his Storage Space and took off running. He dared not approach that pearl.
He could sense that it resembled a bomb. Originally a precious Vital Crystal, but this one from the Basilisk was untouchable; it was clear that it represented a fragment of its original world—a world whose destruction could unleash tremendous devastation.
Zheng Yifan didn't know what was happening; he only knew he had to run quickly.
His legs moved frantically, and at that moment, the speed of the white horse became apparent. Although the creature was more sensitive to danger than Zheng Yifan, it was still just an animal. Lacking experience, it didn't perceive much threat near the corpse of the Basilisk.
However, the situation was escalating, and as the environment shifted, he realized the danger. Naturally, he began to run at full speed.
After all, how could a four-legged creature be outpaced? Zheng Yifan believed he was running fast; even in flight, he couldn't match this speed. Yet now, it seemed that the white horse was galloping much faster than him. In just a few seconds, it was almost about to overtake him.
But when it got close to Zheng Yifan, it hesitated for a moment.
Zheng Yifan understood why. The fellow wanted him to mount but was conflicted about whether it would put him in danger.
He couldn't worry about that now. With a swift motion of his left hand, he leaped lightly onto the horse's back. The Silver Spear and Adamantium Shield were completely stored away in his Storage Space.
Lying flat on the white horse, he tried not to cause any trouble for it.
The wind rushed past him like lightning. The white horse moved at incredible speed, but it seemed that the crowd ahead had already gotten quite far away; they hadn't caught up yet. After all, he had taken six or seven hours to deal with the Basilisk—plenty of time for them to reach Totenburg.
Just as he desperately needed to run, a force of destruction suddenly appeared behind him, a power that could almost tear everything apart.
Zheng Yifan instinctively turned around and saw cracks forming in the space where the Basilisk's gem had been located. It looked as if the entire world was on the verge of collapsing.
It was terrifying—was this the destruction of a world? Space collapsing? This wasn't anything like the techniques he had used before.
Those methods were worlds apart from what he faced now. It was like the difference between stretching a spring and snapping it.
The demand for power was unfathomable.
Suddenly!
Streams of colorful energy began to converge from all over the world. That space seemed to be sealed by some bizarre force.
Zheng Yifan felt a wave of energy chasing after him from behind, and everywhere those waves passed was sealed off, leaving all living beings dead and their powers stripped away.
The stones on the ground began to crumble, transforming into the most basic form of energy that flowed into the cracks, reinforcing the strength of the space.
Then, Zheng Yifan witnessed something astonishing. Because the space was blocked, the damaged area seemed to be released, tearing open in an instant. The waves were now only three or four meters away from him; if he tried to run on his own two legs, escape would be impossible.
At that moment, the entire space collapsed, and colorful streams of energy surged in, binding that area completely. It was as if a super-strong adhesive began to bond everything within the space, slowly restoring it as fragments were glued back together by those colorful currents.
Time passed—how long exactly, he couldn't tell—but Zheng Yifan and the white horse had stopped running. The waves had reached their limit and ceased their pursuit. They watched as the space gradually began to restore itself, transforming into normal land. However, the entire world appeared gray and lifeless.
As time went on, that area rapidly evolved, completing the bonding of fragments. Everything had returned to its original state, becoming one of the most primitive pieces of land in existence.
Then he noticed something stirring beneath the ground.
Zheng Yifan felt nothing here, but below him, streams of magma began to erupt from below, followed by clouds of volcanic ash that spewed forth and slowly started to evolve.
He understood that this was the evolution of this world; once the volcano erupted, life would naturally return to this place.
Yet what shocked Zheng Yifan even more was the entire process. It was a force akin to the birth of a world, embodying the power of this realm. (To be continued...)
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