CHAPTER 641: CHAPTER 641: GREAT DEVELOPMENT

The same doubt lingered in Arthur’s mind as he sat in the vehicle. Were the black holes truly gone? This... Ah... We’re losing..."

"I told you to get the hell out of here! All Destroyer fighter pilots, retreat now, damn it!"

A voice crackled through the static-filled communicator, Arthur’s commanding urgency translating into confusion on the faces of the pilots. If anyone dared ignore this command, it would be Captain Arthur.

These are Transmitter fighter jets, developed through Arthur’s collaboration with the United States!

However, the country they belong to is not the United States!

They constitute a devastating self-annihilating fighter fleet representing tens of millions from across Europe’s nations!

How could they obey any single nation’s orders?

Even Greece’s top general, Kissy, whose rank has skyrocketed, hesitated to refute directly. Their numbers were overwhelmed by the opposing power, and perhaps it was because they had clashed with forces tied to the black holes. "Your medical units are appallingly ineffective! Regardless, don’t let this year bring shame upon us and sap our strength!"

"What are you talking about?"

Upon hearing this, those stationed at Casli suddenly grew restless; something unusual was about to unfold. The implications weren’t just about war...

"Have you realized your impotence yet?"

Cas Island abruptly interrupted Arthur, saying, "If Greece doesn’t retaliate against the black holes, let their leaders savor the ’prepared annihilation’ today!"

Thus, Cas Island severed its communication with Arthur and launched its assault by firing three signal flares from his ruinous fighters.

The signal flares triggered an immediate response—every Greek fighter jet took to the skies, orchestrating a coordinated barrage of over thirty beams from each squadron alongside synchronized laser arrays.

Laser rays converged as pilots locked onto their targets, forming a shocking spectacle of thirty continuous beams spanning 7 to 8 megas, dashing toward Kuangzhou’s Xiangyang River.

Over a hundred beams fired in this direction by Greek jets.

Yes, unifying laser intensity was their strategy, wasn’t it?"

Seeing this, drivers from other nations stared, stunned.

They recognized that each self-annihilating laser beam held one-third of a world-ending weapon’s power.

Now, however, Greece’s fighter jets emitted beams wielding tenfold the might of predecessors such as those from America’s "Tian Ji" series of weaponry.

As hundreds of renditions of these amplified planetary-grade weapons targeted Yang Chuan, the bombing began.

The destructive power, surpassing all prior attacks, left every fighter pilot in sheer terror.

Even formidable figures, including common clans with exceptional strength, elite forces, and even celestial angels, faltered under the weight and direction of such an assault. Faced with this calamity, what could anyone do?

Their shared conclusion was only one.

Against amplified weapons equivalent to grand annihilation strikes—surging from hundreds across Kuangzhou—no one could withstand the force.

At this moment, Arthur’s anguished cry pierced through, "No! It’s not about the lack of firepower! Instead... he’s using our tactics against us!"

Our approach to counter him?"

Upon hearing this, deployed fighter pilots, representing various nations, felt an unquenchable curiosity.

What method was Arthur referring to?

Those defending via Shuangri, even those adapting fighter strategies, speculated wildly. Or was Yang Chuan capable of deploying radar illusions?

Before long, the message became clear!

Over Greece’s Extinction fighter staging grounds, from the halo where combat commenced, an ominous shift began to unfold. The battle-weary gazes intensified, and Airusthines flexed his restrained power gently yet ominously.

But then the pivotal moment came—a black orb emerged from his outstretched palm, billowing with ethereal brilliance, rotating across its newfound trajectory, aborting its downward fall.

The miniature glowing black object began to swell massively.

Darkness started to engulf the sky.

Everyone present immediately grasped its intent!

"Return the black holes constructed over two days back to me."

BOOM!

In an earth-shaking roar, countless Extinction warplanes detonated, succumbing instantly to the void. Their presence above became utterly engulfed by looming blackness...

"Ah... That... This..."

That day, in those dreaded skies, the consuming black hole devoured the remnants of the squadrons.

Everyone stood motionless, unable to utter a single word.

These were tens of millions of state-of-the-art Destroyer fighter jets!

Representing every major power gathered under Quanluo Sect for God’s final twilight!

And yet, all had vanished in an instant!

What was even more horrifying were the losses amongst the elite forces!

Each obliterated fighter hosted the chosen pilot from that nation—a national treasure of extraordinary skill!

And now, they were all gone!

By comparison, the death toll during the Second Great War numbered around seventy million.

Yet in one move by Yang Tianchuan, the casualties rivaled those from the grimmest pages of history, shocking every witness to their core.

But Yang Chuan’s attack did not end here!

Although the black hole slowly dissipated, the energy consumed only magnified Yang Chuan’s prowess!

Stepping forward with deliberate strides, extending his hand, Yang Chuan shouted crisply, "Retrive Yuan Xiu!"

Instantaneously, a select group from the Western ranks found their bodies revitalized, their strengths reshaped—and then consumed—their ashes scattering in the air.

"Behold! He’s an unimaginable demonic force.

In his earlier assaults commanding fleets to devastation, despair soaked the battlefield, leaving lips trembling. Proceeding like this leads us toward annihilation! Unless ceased, we’re destined to collapse under his wrath!"

While these words reverberated, a raised hand unified amongst Western cultivators—a solemn oath rising amidst the chaos in God’s Twilight.

"By decree of Great Emperor Hall, disciple-warriors, harness your clearest powers and cleanse these sins before us!"

"Invoke Pharaoh’s might so that rebellion yields under the world’s fiercest curses!"

Amid the silent intensity shrouding Tianchuan Wood Hall, a kaleidoscope of seven mesmerizing colors suddenly illuminated the sky.

Yet any knowledgeable witness would perceive the dire implications hidden here!

Each radiant force embodied the apex energies channeling fatal destruction.

Facing such power head-on rendered even hardened souls into nothingness.

Then

From no visible horizon, cracks split open through the dimensions, ejecting two men alongside a woman into this warped battlefield.

Chen She, Thousand Sword Merchant, and Shen Yuan stood estranged within the chaos!

"Unbelievable!"

They recoiled instinctively, averting involuntary gasps toward the unfolding carnage.

A glance confirmed their adversaries remained formidable threats unrelenting in numbers, rallied together to unleash coordinated devastation unlike anything seen in lifetimes.