Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Soon, under the tense and shocked gazes of everyone, the sky turned dark.

An entire afternoon passed, and Jack Clark had challenged twenty-seven Martial School Bases, fought two hundred ninety-three battles, and won them all; no one could match him in even a single exchange.

At Clearing Martial Height Base, the lights shone brightly.

At this moment, a vast square fell eerily silent; all eyes were on the figure standing alone, holding a halberd.

At this time, the aura of unrivaled strength and towering blood light around Jack Clark grew even more terrifying. Among the swirls of blood-red Killing Intent, one could vaguely hear countless Unique Beasts roaring and wailing in agony.

It was as if he had slaughtered countless Mutated Creatures and walked out of a Sea of Blood.

Then, a teacher from Clearing Martial Height sighed after seeing more than a dozen students defeated by a single strike: “Student Clark, you have won.” Jack Clark slowly said, “Thank you for making it easy!”

After speaking, Jack Clark turned and left, his footsteps remarkably heavy. With each step, the ground shook and cracks spread, an awe-inspiring sight.

“Phew! Is today finally going to end?” a cultivator from the Third Layer Heaven exhaled and gave a bitter smile.

“This guy must be a monster, right? He’s been fighting from the afternoon until now, sweeping through dozens of Martial Arts Schools and defeating about three hundred peers, and he can still be this strong.”

“Let’s see tomorrow.”

Everyone thought that Jack Clark would rest for the night and recuperate before fighting again tomorrow. After all, humans aren’t made of iron; such continuous battles are hugely draining on the spirit and aura.

And for the next half an hour, indeed, there were no updates about any Martial School Bases being swept through.

But only those at the command center of the rear base knew the battle wasn’t over yet.

On the giant satellite surveillance screen, one could see the light that represented Jack Clark moving at an astonishing speed through the Martial School Bases he had swept through in the afternoon.

The reason being that South Sky Martial was situated to the left of those Martial School Bases, and Jack Clark had also swept in leftward direction that afternoon.

So after he defeated twenty-eight Martial Arts Schools there, he needed to turn back.

Suddenly, after more than half an hour, the big screen lit up again.

“Forest Mount Martial Height has been defeated by Jack Clark, no match for a single move, powerful as a force of nature.”

Instantly, all the bases erupted into commotion.

“Damn, isn’t that guy going to rest?”

“Could he be trying to slaughter his way through the entire southern battlefield in a day?”

“My gosh, we may witness history today…”

Many students who were just about to get dinner stopped in their tracks and excitedly turned back to look at the big screen flashing with red Radiance.

Indeed, after about ten more minutes, the big characters on the screen changed again.

At South Sky Martial Height Base, Zac Maben shouted anxiously, “The thirty- second one.”

Soon, Marcus Lindsay also exclaimed excitedly, “The thirty-third one.”

“The thirty-fourth…”

In the anxious and expectant eyes of everyone, especially Justin Welan and the others, the flashing lights on the big screen resembled a progress bar.

It signified the advancing conquest of Jack Clark sweeping the southern battlefield.

In that moment, not only the geniuses defeated by Jack Clark but also the regular students were nervously watching that flickering big screen.

Especially the geniuses he had beaten, who wished more than anyone else that he would sweep the entire battlefield.

If so, since everyone was blown away with a single move, it wouldn’t make them look too inadequate.

Late at night, at two in the morning, as the big screen lit up again, all fifty-seven Martial School Bases erupted into an uproar.

“The fifty-eighth one, just the last one left, go Jack!”

“Kill, kill, kill, take them all down.”

“He’s invincible! He’s really going to slaughter through the entire southern battlefield in one day…”

As countless people shouted in excitement, at Heavy State Martial Height Base, beneath the mountain, more than twenty figures with strong auras stood solemnly, their faces grave as they looked into the distance.

Among these people was the number one from South Sky Martial, Denny Rhodes.

Soon, a terrifying Aura approached from afar, and everyone’s spirits were lifted: “He’s coming.”

But when Jack Clark emerged from the darkness, everyone was stunned.

Wasn’t he on the Invincible Path? What was with the surging blood light around him?

How many ‘people’ must one slaughter to gather such terrifying Blood Fiend aura!