Chapter 476: With a Thought, Winds and Clouds Arise; With a Thought, the Four Seas Fall Silent. The Beast Gods Flee, Dreadful Demon God Lin Ping’an.

At that moment, time seemed to stretch into eternity as dozens of Beast Gods suffered devastating blows, each displaying images of flesh flying and souls shattering.

The air was thick with the scent of iron and the burnt smell of scorched flesh.

Accompanied by heart-wrenching wails, it was like a tragic elegy.

Echoing over the battlefield, it made the entire scene appear exceedingly desolate and tragic.

However, amidst this chaos and desperation, everything changed in an instant.

Those Beast Gods, originally heavily injured or on the brink of death.

Relying on the remaining power within their bodies, or burning their lifespans to gain energy.

They frantically tore at the surrounding space barriers, trying to break free from the shackles between life and death.

Space cracks appeared like ghastly wounds, continuously opening and closing in the Void.

Each tremor seemingly announced the Beast Gods' persistence and resilience in their pursuit of life.

They fled with reckless abandon, their figures darting through the shattered space.

With bodies covered in wounds and fatigue, they appeared frenzied.

Like bolts of lightning cutting through the sky, their flickering figures created whistling sounds as they tore through the air.

Their speed of escape was astonishing.

At this moment, their hearts were filled with extreme panic and anxiety.

Every second seemed to burn with life, as if delaying escape by a step would lead to eternal doom.

In the gaze revealed by their massive beast eyes, there was both panic and determination, fearing to linger even for a moment.

Faced with Lin Ping'an, terrorizing like a Demon God, seemingly limitless.

These creatures didn't even have a trace of resistance in their hearts.

For any hesitation meant only a fate of falling awaited them.

The arrogance, pride, and disdain from before collapsed in an instant, all transformed into panic and fear...

One moment, the cursed ants.

The next moment, begging for mercy.

Meanwhile, after thrusting that punch, Lin Ping'an did not continue his pursuit, choosing instead to withdraw temporarily.

At that moment, a trace of icy disdain flickered in his eyes, and a cold smile unfurled quietly at the corner of his mouth,

like a proud plum blossom beneath winter ice, cold and aloof.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze penetrating through layer upon layer of space, silently sweeping over the fleeing giant figures like stars.

As if encapsulating all the world's disdain and contempt, yet filled with a disregard for the enemy and confidence in oneself.

Though Lin Ping'an did not continue to kill, everything was under control.

The previous strike, while severely injuring those beasts, had already subtly imprinted Spiritual Power on them.

It was an invisible shackle, once locked on, it couldn't be shaken off.

In fact, for those Beast Gods attempting to escape, Lin Ping'an always had a clear view in his heart.

However, after leaving a Spiritual Power imprint, they were merely prey marked by the hunter.

No matter how they struggled, it was all in vain.

They had already become the possessions of Lin Ping'an, easily captured anytime, anywhere if he wished.

Therefore, there was no need to waste energy pursuing them, just await the right moment and everything would naturally come to fruition.

Besides, Lin Ping'an had a vague intuition that letting those creatures go this time might bring other surprises in the future.

At the same time.

In various Void regions, those Beast Gods, either severely injured or near death, were still fleeing wildly and blindly.

One figure after another sped across the sky with endless fear and despair, scattering in all directions.

Like meteors tearing across the sky, yet unable to escape the intangible shadow behind them.

They exerted all their efforts, whether through teleportation, using the earth's power to escape underground, or attempting to traverse space cracks...

Every method is aimed at fleeing from that presence like a Death God.

At this moment, those Beast Gods harbored no distractions in their hearts.

Whether past ambitions or former pride and dignity, all were drowned by this bone-deep fear.

The only thought occupying their minds was how to escape Lin Ping'an's pursuit, to flee to a place so distant it couldn't be reached.

They galloped wildly in the Void, seeking a place to hide and avoid this life-threatening calamity.

Even if it was a world end they might not find themselves, as long as it meant being far from Lin Ping'an, it was enough.

Of course, some of them, with pre-prepared trump cards and escapes, had saved themselves countless struggles.

Unfortunately, they didn't know Lin Ping'an was preparing to fish.

And the bait was these severely injured and dying Beast Gods.

But maybe even if they knew, they still wouldn't give up this slim chance of survival.

After all, a bad life is better than a good death.

As long as they're alive, there's a chance to turn things around.

At this moment, in their hearts, as long as they could escape, they could slowly recover over a long time.

As time passed, quietly accumulating every bit of power.

They would lie low, relying on their tenacious Life Force, enduring until the fearsome Lin Ping'an gradually aged, his life fading.

Then, they would arrogantly reemerge.

Immediately employing terrifying methods to erase all traces of the other's existence.

After several hundred or even thousands of years.

By then, these Beast Gods would remain supreme, undefeated as always.

Simultaneously, deep within the magnificent Great Xia Academy, inside an elegant and mysterious villa numbered One.

Lin Ping'an sat peacefully on the sofa, casually brushed across.

Like an artist wielding a paintbrush, he effortlessly smoothed over the space crack before him.

In that instant, the damage before him seemed summoned by some magical power, instantly restored to its original state, no sign of previous cracks.

The light within the villa circled around him, reflecting his indifferent expression.

A breath later, invisible Spiritual Power surged like a hidden current.

In an instant, it spanned billions of miles, sweeping across the entire Great Xia Human Realm and the region once impacted by light membranes.

The Spiritual Power was vast and magnificent, like a gentle spring rain, quietly nourishing every inch of space.

Within this expansive region, whether the wilderness martial artists in the lofty mountains or the ordinary Great Xia people in the bustling streets.

Just now, their Spiritual Power had suffered from the oppressive gazes of dozens of Beast Gods, and it felt like a timely rain washed over them.

Scars rapidly healed, vitality thrived.

Pain and trouble vanished without a trace, as if they had never occurred.

All who belonged to the Human Race of Great Xia felt a warmth surging from their hearts, and their spirits were revitalized as before.

These are Lin Ping'an's essentials, the chives in the nursery field.

Resting a day is a waste.

Though he might not necessarily need the cultivation feedback, nor might it be useful.

But it cannot be done without.