Global Deities: My SSS-Rank Talent Lets Me Evolve Everything

Chapter 132: School Ranking: 890,000

The next instant, space trembled, and a massive Aura suddenly appeared on the Primordial Battlefield.

Foundation Establishment Realm: one person; Qi Refining Stage: 200,000; Martial Apprentice Realm: 30,000; all remaining believers were Tier 5 Beings.

Boom——

The moment these believers descended simultaneously, a powerful sense of oppression permeated the entire Primordial Battlefield.

Compared to their first entry, the believers’ strength had improved by N tiers.

Mid-air, Yang Er’s consciousness slowly emerged, looking down at the entire scene.

“Deploy the Ten Kings of Hell Formation!”

An order was given.

Almost at the same time, all the believers moved.

The Qi Refining Stage believers quickly occupied the outer main Formation positions. The Martial Apprentice Realm believers filled in to stabilize the Formation.

The Tier 5 Beings served as the basic Formation foundations, densely spreading out.

As for the sole Foundation Establishment Realm powerhouse, he took a step forward and landed directly at the core eye of the Formation.

The Ten Kings of Hell Formation activated.

A C-rank Array at the Great Success stage displayed might that long ago far surpassed the combat power of these tens of millions of believers themselves.

Formation patterns emerged from the ground, intertwined with black and red, resembling the convergence of blood and Evil Qi.

From inside out, layer upon layer stacked. The Auras of the tens of millions of believers were inherently chaotic and complex. Yet at this moment, it was as if they were grasped by an invisible giant hand.

Condense. Suppress. Gather.

A monstrous Evil Qi soared into the sky, and between heaven and earth, an illusory figure seemed to appear.

That was a blurry and huge figure wearing an imperial crown with hanging beads. Its face was invisible, and merely its outline appearing carried endless pressure.

It was like an adjudicator from the netherworld—the shadow of Yanluo.

It stood above the Formation, overlooking the battlefield.

Countless Auras gathered beneath its feet, as if the entire military Formation had become an extension of it.

Yang Fan stood in mid-air, his gaze falling upon the grand Formation below, and he muttered softly: “The Ten Kings of Hell Formation truly lives up to being a C-rank Array, so strong.”

“I just don’t know how long it can last!” Some interest grew in Yang Fan’s eyes.

——

The battlefield trembled.

The first wave of alien beings appeared.

Apes, wolf demons, tiger beasts, lion prides… densely packed, surging from all directions like a flood.

With almost no pause, they directly crashed into the grand Formation.

But before truly contacting the grand Formation, a terrifying wave of Qi erupted from within the array, pushing outward horizontally like an invisible giant wall.

The Tier 1 and Tier 2 beings of the first wave didn’t even touch the edge of the Formation before being collectively blown away.

Flesh and blood filled the air, instantly cleared out.

The second wave followed closely behind, mostly Tier 3 and Tier 4 beings already, and their numbers even skyrocketed to fifty million.

Auras churned, covering the sky and earth.

“Yanluo suppresses and kills.” Yang Er’s voice rang out in mid-air.

The Formation shook, and the black and red Qi suddenly pressed down, resembling the overturning of heaven and earth. Large swathes of alien beings were directly crushed into pieces, making it difficult even to leave behind complete corpses.

The entire battlefield seemed to be slaughtered by a giant hand, neat and decisive.

The third and fourth waves descended consecutively, their numbers continuously stacking, and the entire Primordial Battlefield gradually became stained red with blood.

However, the Ten Kings of Hell Formation operated stably, and its Aura even grew stronger the more it accumulated.

Qi Refining Stage alien beings finally appeared, thousands of Auras erupting simultaneously, their momentum soaring abruptly.

Yang Er quickly gave the order: “Ten Halls Open the Gates, Blood Prison Guides the Slaughter.”

The array rings rotated, and the inner and outer Auras connected instantly, a more condensed killing intent erupting from within the array.

The moment the Qi Refining Stage alien beings touched the edge of the Formation, streams of black and red blades slashed out from within the array.

“Yanluo Slashes the Soul.”

“Hell Overwhelms.”

“Yellow Springs Draws Down.”

Three instructions were issued one after another, and the killing intent of the Formation stacked layer upon layer.

Thousands of Qi Refining Stage alien beings didn’t even have the chance to truly break through the Formation before being rapidly beheaded and annihilated.

Twenty breaths, thirty breaths.

Time ticked by bit by bit, Yang Fan’s expression gradually turning serious: “A quarter of an hour has passed…”

Yang Fan didn’t expect that his current self could actually last this long.

When he first participated in the Primordial Battlefield, his believers hadn’t even lasted ten breaths.

The battlefield trembled again, and ten alien figures descended simultaneously—Foundation Establishment Realm.

Not only that, but the total number of the alien army had already broken through two hundred million, and among them, the existences at the Qi Refining Stage exceeded ten million.

Solely speaking of hard strength, the alien army had completely crushed Yang Fan’s believers.

However, that illusory figure of Yanluo above the sky became increasingly solid.

The imperial crown with hanging beads hung low, its Aura grim and desolate, as if a true judgment had descended.

Yang Er’s voice began to grow urgent: “Adjust the array positions!”

“Activate—Ten Halls Combined Slaughter!”

The Formation shook violently, and the entire space seemed to be squeezed downwards, large swathes of alien beings being directly crushed.

But with the joining of alien beings at the Foundation Establishment Realm, gaps appeared in the grand Formation.

“The flank gap is expanding!”

“Position filling failed!”

“Reallocate nodes—”

Yang Er’s instructions began to show slight disorder.

Facing the enemy forces pouring in simultaneously from all directions, the demand for computing power skyrocketed, and he began to struggle to keep up with the rhythm.

“Activate—Myriad Ghosts Devour Spirits! Ten Halls Combined Slaughter! Blood Prison Guides Slaughter! Yanluo Slashes the Soul!”

The Formation continuously erupted with lethal moves, but the loopholes were also expanding bit by bit.

Yang Fan saw this in his eyes without making a sound.

He knew very well that if he were to replace him for this level of battlefield command, it would only be even more chaotic.

Yang Er had already done very well; it was simply not his strong suit.

The core ability of an exploratory high-level Intelligent Life was resource collection, not battlefield command.

——

Time continued to move forward, one and a half quarters of an hour.

Finally——the Formation foundations fractured.

The Ten Kings of Hell Formation completely collapsed under continuous high-intensity operation.

The moment that huge illusory figure of Yanluo shattered, countless alien beings frantically poured in like a breached flood, beginning to slaughter his believers.

“This assessment has ended: Student: Yang Fan, Identity: Demigod, Divine Kingdom Talent: Tenfold Time Sequence, School Ranking: 890,000”

The intelligent prompt tone suddenly paused for an instant, as if forcibly interrupted by something.

Immediately following, an entirely different voice sounded.

No longer a cold Mechanical synthesis, but an aged voice carrying real emotions.

“An S-rank Talent, a freshman with Tenfold Time Sequence actually broke into the top one million of the whole school. Development speed is not bad, congratulations!”

The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to fall directly into the depths of consciousness.

Yang Fan’s entire body trembled slightly, his mind tightening.

This was definitely not Intelligent Life, but a powerful deity.

This was the Primordial Battlefield, yet the other party could directly take over the authority of this place; obviously they were not an ordinary deity, at least a higher-up of Primordial Academy.

Yang Fan did not dare to neglect, cupping his fists and bowing toward the void: “Junior Yang Fan greets Senior.”

The surroundings were empty, and he couldn’t see a figure, yet he could clearly feel that a gaze was watching him.

“My surname is Gu, and my given name is Yuan, and I am a board member of Primordial Academy. You can address me as—Senior Gu Yuan.”

“Greetings, Senior Gu Yuan.” Yang Fan’s expression turned solemn.

Senior Gu Yuan chuckled lightly, “According to the rules, for entering the top one million of the Primordial Battlefield, the rewards are distributed by Intelligent Life. I would not show myself.”

“However, you brat… are a bit special.”

“An S-rank Talent with Tenfold Time Sequence actually has this kind of development speed. Over on the Intelligent Life side, you have already been labeled as a ‘Potential Peerless Prodigy’.”