133: Chapter 133 Physical Immunity? This BOSS has activated an invincibility cheat!

"Fire!"

"Saturation strike! Blast him to smithereens for me!"

"All turrets, fire at will! Let this poser taste the iron fist of our fourth calamity!"

Li Qiang's instant death didn't intimidate the players; instead, it ignited the most primal fury in their hearts.

What is fear?

Is it edible?

In "Void World," death is nothing more than a countdown to respawn.

But a BOSS must never be let off!

Especially an Advanced BOSS like this, who insta-killed the top player on the server right at the start—the loot it drops must be Divine Artifact grade!

In an instant.

The entire Orbital Platform, the first outpost of human civilization in space built by the players' own hands, completely transformed into a war fortress with all its firepower unleashed.

Thousands of electromagnetic turrets rose from beneath hidden armor plates, their muzzles flashing with dangerous blue light.

Phalanx close-in weapon Systems salvaged from alien warships began to spin frantically, their barrels glowing red-hot.

There were also laser arrays personally designed by Wang Wei that utilized a Fusion of Celestial Rune Technology; thick energy beams capable of piercing warship armor sliced through the silent Universe.

Countless armor-piercing rounds, high-explosive shells, plasma bolts, and various miscellaneous magic missiles formed a torrent of steel and energy.

This torrent swept toward Ye Guyun's tiny, dust-like figure from all directions in a 360-degree strike with no blind spots.

The scene was spectacular to the extreme.

It was as if the fury of the entire Universe was poured onto this single point.

"Die!"

"Boom! Boom!"

"I don't believe this won't kill you!"

The players' eyes widened as they stared intently at their screens, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.

In their view, let alone a person, even an interstellar mothership would be instantly vaporized under such a terrifying saturation strike.

Boom—!

There was no sound.

But in everyone's vision, a giant white sphere of light, more blinding than the sun, suddenly exploded.

The terrifying energy shockwave even caused the sturdy Orbital Platform to vibrate violently.

Several players who hadn't secured themselves were sent flying, drifting into the distant starry sky with screams.

"It hit!"

"Beautiful!"

"He should be dead now, right? Quick, see what dropped!"

The sphere of light lasted for a full ten seconds before slowly dissipating.

The players craned their necks impatiently, trying to find the glow of loot within that distorted space.

However.

When the light completely vanished.

When the space returned to calm.

Everyone's expression froze.

Ye Guyun was still floating quietly in the same spot.

Not even a single wrinkle on the hem of his clothes had changed.

Around his body, a thin, nearly transparent golden light barrier enveloped him like a perfect eggshell.

And those thousands of shells capable of shredding steel were now suspended motionless outside the light barrier.

Some warheads were crushed and deformed, while others had their fuses triggered but could not explode.

Those lethal laser beams hit the barrier as if striking an absolutely smooth mirror, being distorted and refracted in all directions, leaving countless hideous gashes on distant meteorites.

Unscathed.

These words were like heavy hammers slamming into the hearts of every player.

"How... how is this possible?"

A player in charge of a turret looked at the "100% Hit" prompt on his screen, then at the unharmed figure, his voice trembling.

"Where are my armor-piercing rounds? My high-explosive shells? Why won't they explode?"

"Physical attacks... are ineffective?"

Wang Wei muttered to himself, a look of bewilderment appearing in his eyes for the first time.

On his data analyzer, the damage value displayed was a glaring, giant...

Zero.

They had unleashed an attack sufficient to destroy a small fleet.

But the damage dealt to this man was zero.

"Turtle shell! This guy has an invincible turtle shell!"

"Cheating! This is definitely cheating! GM! Dog Planner! Come out and do something about this!"

"Reported! I'm fucking reporting this BOSS for using an HP lock hack!"

After a brief dead silence, the World Channel completely exploded.

The players were unusually furious.

Being unable to win was fine.

"Scraping" was also acceptable.

But this kind of powerlessness, where you've used every ounce of strength only to fail to even touch a single hair of the opponent—what was that about?

This was no longer just fighting a BOSS; it was a provocation to the players' dignity!

"Mortal iron and mundane weapons think they can shake the heavenly might?"

The corner of Ye Guyun's mouth curled into an undisguised sneer.

He looked at the suspended warheads around him, his eyes filled with disgust as if looking at a pile of filthy trash.

He didn't even bother to spare another glance at these ants.

He simply took a light breath and blew toward the golden light barrier.

Buzz—

A faint humming sound.

Those thousands of shells imprisoned outside the barrier, like a swarm of bees receiving a command, instantly reversed direction.

At ten times the speed they arrived, they returned along their original paths!

"Holy crap! Reflection!"

"Quick, dodge!"

"Air defense System! Intercept! Intercept them quickly!"

The players were terrified out of their wits.

But it was all too late.

It was a brilliant yet lethal fireworks show that they had created with their own hands.

The electromagnetic turrets that were just showing off their might were precisely pierced through their barrels by their own armor-piercing rounds.

The laser arrays were melted into molten iron by the very beams they had fired.

Countless players didn't even have time to scream before they were blown into cosmic dust by the shells they had launched.

In just an instant.

More than half of the entire Orbital Platform's defenses were declared paralyzed.

Burning wreckage and twisted steel were everywhere.

And Ye Guyun, from beginning to end, had only blown a breath.

"It's over."

He said indifferently.

It seemed he felt this farce had become boring enough.

He no longer paid attention to the surviving players who were scurrying about like headless flies.

He flicked his sleeve.

The azure nether sword beneath his feet let out a clear Dragon's cry.

The ancient longsword instantly split in front of him.

One became ten, ten became a hundred, and a hundred became a thousand.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of illusory Flying Swords composed of pure Sword Qi filled this Void Realm.

Each Flying Sword emitted a heart-palpitating, sharp aura.

"This is..."

Li Qiang, who had just respawned, was completely speechless as he looked at the miracle-like scene before him.

He thought of an ancient legend.

Myriad Swords Returning to the Ancestor?

No.

This was even more terrifying than that.

This was Myriad Swords Firing Simultaneously.

A hint of impatience flashed in Ye Guyun's eyes.

He raised his hand and gave a light wave toward the messy Orbital Platform below.

"Sever."

One word.

Like a divine decree.

The sky full of Flying Swords moved.

They turned into streaks of azure light, like the most violent meteor shower, pouring down toward all "living things" on the platform.

That wasn't an attack.

It was a one-sided massacre with no suspense at all.

A mecha that had just started up was instantly pierced by hundreds of sword lights before it could even raise its arm, turning into a riddled sieve before exploding violently.

A player trying to activate a shield was sliced into basic particles along with the shield in less than 0.1 seconds of it lighting up.

Countless players, in terror and despair, were subjected to "death by a thousand cuts" over and over again by the endless rain of swords.

Their death notifications flooded the System's backend like a waterfall.

[You have been killed by "Sword Qi".]

[You have been killed by "Sword Qi".]

[You have been killed by "Sword Qi"...]

Even the cause of death seemed so perfunctory and repetitive.

In just a few seconds.

The previously noisy Orbital Platform fell completely silent.

Aside from the burning wreckage, not a single standing player could be seen.

The platforms they had considered home and fortresses now looked more like a... graveyard.

Ye Guyun recalled the Flying Sword and stepped onto it once more.

His gaze finally fell upon that Grand Tower Connecting Heaven and Earth.

"A creation that profanes heavenly might."

"Deserves to be destroyed."