"Run, Brother Lin!" In the team, Luo Han also reminded anxiously, looking at Lin Qian who was ahead, deeply afraid that he would continue to be stubborn and stay in this place.

And just as their cries rang out in the team, the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan members escorting them suddenly brandished their Spirit Whips, aiming to lash them.

"What are you shouting for, courting death?" The Four-Eyed Spirit Clan member, looking fierce, swung the long whip with a whooshing sound, intending to whip Luo Han hard.

However, before the long whip struck him, an invisible force suddenly surged forth.

The moment this power appeared, the Spirit Whip instantly halted, as if gripped firmly by an unseen force, unable to fall on Luo Han.

Not just on Luo Han's side, but over by Yuan Chu as well, the whip initially about to land on him also halted, as if restrained by an invisible power.

Luo Han and Yuan Chu had both tightly shut their eyes, ready to endure the Spirit Whip's strike, knowing full well how fearsome it was.

Now, they were imprisoned here, with very weak Soul Energy in their bodies, only enough for travel.

The powerful physique they had developed was also useless against the Spirit Whip, which caused intense pain when it struck.

Yet, after waiting a long while, they found that the whip hadn't landed on them. When they opened their eyes, they were surprised to see that the whip, which should have struck them, was stopped inexplicably.

The Four-Eyed Spirit Clan and the Eight-Eyed Divine Race were also startled by this sudden change.

The two who wielded the whips tried again to use their strength, wanting to continue their action.

But no matter how hard they tried, the whips seemed rooted in mid-air, unable to move an inch.

This strange situation left the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan and the Eight-Eyed Divine Race wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"What's going on?" The leader of the prisoner escort team, from the Eight-Eyed Divine Race, looked over.

These wretched slaves had spoken out without permission and should logically have been whipped. Why wasn't the sound of the whip heard?

When he turned back, he saw this strange situation and spoke to the two who had acted.

The two, showing a puzzled look on their faces, said, "We don't know what's happening. The whip... just won't move!"

Hearing their words, the leader smirked and turned to look at Lin Qian: "So, it seems like it's your doing."

Ever since the strange situation began, if it wasn't this guy's doing, who would believe it?

Lin Qian silently watched the leader while also extending his gaze backward to see the prisoner convoy clearly laid before him. He understood clearly what had happened.

The convoy was incredibly long, with many strong individuals, including ten formidable Ninth Level experts of the Mixed Element Realm.

Such strong individuals were not common even in the Immortal Upper Realm, yet here, in a convoy escorting the younger generation of prisoners, there were ten?

To think, this Central World Star was just a star; compared to the universes of heavens and worlds, it was quite small.

Lin Qian understood why during the Ancient Era when wars broke out, the universes of heavens suffered immensely.

They had no choice, as they were completely overwhelmed by the sheer number of powerful individuals.

In that era, perhaps there wasn't even a single existence at the realm of a Mixed Element Saint.

With that thought, Lin Qian sighed and pointed towards the Eight-Eyed Divine Race leader in front of him: "Die!"

Boom!

In an instant, a golden sword light erupted from Lin Qian's fingertip, piercing directly through the leader's brow, piercing through his skull.

Swish!

Not stopping there, the golden sword light danced agilely through the air like a small fish.

Soon, blood mist erupted from the heads of those in the alien escort, leaving hollow openings behind.

In just a moment, the thousands of Four-Eyed Spirit Clan and Eight-Eyed Divine Race members responsible for the escort fell from the sky.

Likewise, the other aliens fell as well.

In mid-air, the prisoners, startled by the tumult, were dumbstruck, staring blankly at Lin Qian.

He knew exactly the cultivation realm of these Four-Eyed Spirit Clan and Eight-Eyed Divine Race members.

They were all Mixed Element Realm existences, with ten of them being at the Ninth Level.

Before their escort, these Ninth Level experts had showcased their cultivation realms, making the prisoners aware of the daunting gap in cultivation realm.

It killed any notions they had of escaping.

Against such terrifying power, how could they possibly escape?

Yet now, this formidable escort team had been utterly annihilated by Lin Qian, leaving everyone in shock.

How terrifying was this man's cultivation that he could...

Luo Han and Yuan Chu were also stupefied, staring at Lin Qian in mid-air, unable to register what had just happened.

This guy's cultivation realm had turned so terrifying.

After the trial in the Valley of Gods ended, he vanished without a trace. Now he reemerged, standing so fearsomely powerful.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Qian suddenly shattered and dispelled the chains and shackles on them, granting them full freedom.

Many, feeling the returning power within their bodies, were moved to tears, looking at Lin Qian with gratitude in their eyes.

If it weren't for him, they would have still been captives.

But in the distance, a rumbling noise suddenly echoed, revealing a massive Void Warship.

Lin Qian sighed, pointing at the warship behind him: "Get on, and we'll talk there."

Hearing Lin Qian's words, Luo Han and Yuan Chu exchanged glances, suppressing their shock and doubt, rushing towards the Void Warship.