Swallowed Star : Sign in to Become a God

In the central square, millions of geniuses gazed at the screen, watching as Wang Yi stepped onto the first floor of the seventh trial tower.

"Do you think Wang Yi can clear the first floor of the seventh trial tower?"

"How could that be possible? Even Bolan only managed to get halfway through. No matter how strong Wang Yi is, there's no way he's stronger than Bolan, right?"

"I agree. It seems unlikely. The real question is how far Wang Yi can go. Bolan killed 5,615 blood-mammoths. How many can Wang Yi take down?"

Among the onlookers was a black-haired woman in a silver suit, ranked 18th in the competition, hailing from Manka Clan. She clenched her fists tightly, thunderous determination flashing in her eyes. Bolan's supremacy was unquestionable—a peerless genius revered by all. However, the fact that Luo Feng and Wang Yi had conquered the first floor of the sixth trial tower had deeply unsettled her. For the princess of Manka Clan, who always carried herself with pride, this was a bitter pill to swallow.

"Why? Why is the gap so vast?"

The young princess gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Wang Yi, Luo Feng, I will never lose to you..."

But even as she made this vow, she instinctively excluded Bolan from the list of opponents.

She saw Wang Yi and Luo Feng as rivals, yet Wang Yi didn't even consider these so-called geniuses worthy of his attention. To him, the only opponent worth challenging was Bolan—the "God of Death" feared by every peerless genius in the trial!

While most geniuses had resigned themselves to the fact that they could never surpass Bolan, Wang Yi had set his sights on defeating him. That was the difference.

In the square, a host of renowned geniuses watched silently: the serene Ai Chen of the Dream Spiral Wing Clan, the graceful green-haired Qian Shui, the burly and fierce Rong Jun, and the mysterious Gale, cloaked entirely in black.

Even Bolan, standing quietly in the corner of the square, looked up at the screen displaying the black-haired boy who had just entered the seventh trial tower's first floor.

Across 1,008 universe nations, billions of galaxies, and countless spectators, all eyes were fixed on the trial's final stages. At this moment, Wang Yi was the center of attention across the cosmos.

In the first floor of the seventh trial tower, a black-haired boy in a dark red shirt stood calmly on a crimson moon disk. Two sabers hung on his back, and around him hovered the crimson moon wheel, the crimson moon mirror, and the Yan Shen Armament. His expression was cold and unyielding as he gazed at the fiery red horde of blood-haired mammoths surging toward him in the distance.

"Ten thousand blood-mammoths," Wang Yi muttered, taking a deep breath.

He wasn't Bolan, and he knew full well the terrifying difficulty of this stage. The changes in his ranking display had already confirmed that Bolan, Luo Feng, and the others had all failed. Now, only he remained in the trial tower.

From this moment forward, the stage belonged to Wang Yi alone.

"Now, I can finally unleash everything."

Standing atop the crimson moon disk, Wang Yi watched as the wave of mammoths charged across the battlefield, shaking the earth with each step.

"Kill!" Wang Yi roared, his voice echoing through the heavens.

A blazing red aura erupted from him, spreading out in a hundred-meter radius.

Within the crimson storm, figures began appearing one after another—two, ten, hundreds. In an instant, the battlefield was filled with Wang Yi's phantoms, creating an overwhelming presence that stunned the millions of spectators watching in the square.

Even Bolan's eyes narrowed slightly.

The immortals seated on their lofty thrones were visibly intrigued, their expressions betraying their interest.

As the tide of 10,000 blood-haired mammoths closed in, Wang Yi activated the Yan Shen Armament's third stage, the Fire Flow Array.

The crimson energy from his weapon spiraled outward, forming a blazing sphere of rotating blades. The fiery construct resembled a miniature sun, its brilliance illuminating the battlefield.

When the mammoths finally clashed with Wang Yi's array, the result was devastation. The sphere bloomed like a fiery flower, slicing through the oncoming horde. Within its deadly radius, the mammoths fell like petals scattered in a storm.

Wang Yi's spiritual energy surged, pushing his abilities to their limits as 729 blades, each infused with intricate laws, weaved through the battlefield in deadly arcs. The horde's numbers began to dwindle under his relentless assault.

But the cost was immense.

The strain of sustaining the third stage of the Yan Shen Armament weighed heavily on Wang Yi, whose spiritual energy reserves were stretched to the breaking point.

More mammoths broke through his defenses, battering his phantoms and inflicting damage on his real body. Blood trickled from the corners of Wang Yi's mouth, but his resolve remained unshaken.

In the square, millions of spectators watched in stunned silence as the black-haired boy fought against impossible odds. Even the immortals, usually stoic and indifferent, were visibly moved by the ferocity of his struggle.

Despite his injuries and exhaustion, Wang Yi pressed on, his blade cutting through the mammoth horde with ruthless precision.

The crowd held their breath as the number of mammoths dwindled to 1,000, then 500, then 300.

Bloodied and battered, Wang Yi stood alone in the center of the battlefield, his body trembling from exhaustion. Yet his eyes burned with unwavering determination.

At last, the final blood-haired mammoth fell.

The square erupted in deafening cheers, but Wang Yi remained stoic.

"This is just the beginning," he murmured, his gaze steely as he looked toward the challenges that lay ahead.