Chapter 416: Thought Cutting Blade, Sever Your Connection to the Fleet!

One punch repelled the Hand of Emptiness, but Qin Hao did not pursue the advantage.

That earth-shaking blow consumed a lot.

He hovered in the void, his form appearing and disappearing within the fractured dimensions.

The surging power within his body transformed into two uncontrolled dragons, one stemming from the Gene Lock.

The other was the Chaos Rule he had just comprehended, born of thought.

They constantly collided within his body.

Deep within each cell, a chain reaction was triggered, bringing waves of soul‑rending backlash pain.

However, in Qin Hao's black‑hole‑like eyes, not a trace of pain could be seen.

Instead, a flash of enlightened light flickered.

That punch just now was far from a simple stacking of power.

Under the extreme pressure capable of erasing existence itself, his consciousness was forced into a critical point.

At the brink of life and death, he glimpsed the foundation that underlies this universe—the essence of "rules."

Rules are not created out of nothing, nor are they immutable eternal laws.

They are more like extensions based on powerful "cognition" and absolute "definition."

The Overlord, that high‑dimensional existence,

is able to embody emptiness precisely because it defines its own cognition as the end of all things.

Thus its hand gained the authority to erase all existence.

It declared "let there be an end," and thus oblivion came into being.

And Qin Hao, with a will surpassing the survival instinct, forcibly imposed his own existence,

defining the meaning of that punch in reverse as the singularity at the birth of the universe that devours all matter and rules.

End and beginning, annihilation and devouring.

This is a head‑on clash of two fundamental definitions.

He did not create a new rule; instead, he used the same fundamental "definition" to counter the Overlord's "definition."

This is a higher‑level contest—a clash of wills, a war of philosophies.

"So that's how it is…"

Qin Hao murmured, bringing a clarity that dispelled the clouds and revealed the sun.

The fog in his mind cleared away completely.

He had always relied too much on the system, treating it as everything, while overlooking the fundamental power that drives it all.

Since the essence of rules is definition,

then the ultimate weapon is not energy capable of vaporizing star systems,

nor is it indestructible matter.

but "thought."

a thought clear and strong enough to distort the laws of reality.

He looked inward; the vast energy reserves, once as boundless as a sea of stars, had now been depleted to less than one percent.

This amount of energy is not even enough to sustain a regular warp jump,

let alone reenact that earth‑shattering clash just moments ago.

He must change his fighting style, using the most efficient means to shift the battle.

The next moment, a strand of "light" began to condense in the palm of Qin Hao's right hand.

It had no substance, no temperature, and even no definite shape.

At times it became a sharp, cold Tang saber, its blade reflecting Qin Hao's resolute gaze.

At times it turned into an elegant, lethal rapier, its tip gathering the will to pierce everything.

Or else it was a plain, extreme surgical scalpel.

Its final form depended entirely on Qin Hao's current "thought."

This is the "Thought Cutting Blade."

A weapon that does not exist in three‑dimensional space, but only on the plane of thought.

Its sharpness does not depend on material hardness, but on the degree of concentration of the wielder's will.

The firmer the will, the sharper it becomes, able to sever causality and cut through fate.

Qin Hao slowly grasped the hilt formed of thought.

An ineffable resonance flowed from the hilt, linking to his soul.

He felt he was no longer holding a weapon, but his very will itself had been extended,

gaining the form of "cutting."

In his vision, the universe was no longer a dark curtain, but a dense network of gray‑white neural tendrils.

These tendrils hung down from the depths of the void, piercing the bridge of every warship like the strings of a marionette.

He could even sense that behind that hand lay a multidimensional sphere composed of countless twisted lights and chaotic information—the true form of the Overlord,

which was emitting waves of fury and bewilderment.

"I found you."

Qin Hao's figure vanished from the spot.

This was not a physical movement, but rather projecting the concept of his existence

directly onto the boundless expanse of the Suture Monster fleet.

Then, facing the empty void before him, he gave a light swing.

The Thought Cutting Blade in his hand traced a graceful yet cold arc on the conceptual level.

No physical damage occurred.

This slash was silent.

But deep within the dimensions, in that massive spiritual‑energy network woven by the Overlord's will,

a cataclysmic tsunami erupted.

The Overlord's vast consciousness suddenly let out a mental scream that rang across the battlefield, filled with pain and astonishment!

This slash cut no material.

What it severed was "connection."

It was the mental link between the Overlord and the countless Suture Monster Warships under its command in this star region!

The will‑tendrils, rooted in each warship's core like neural cords, that controlled them.

Were all severed by Qin Hao's slash!

A bizarre, unparalleled scene unfolded on a massive scale across the battlefield.

The Suture Monster Warships that had been frantically attacking the allied defenses seemed to have their souls ripped away.

The writhing flesh and blood on them

stopped their nauseating undulation, instantly becoming stiff and ashen.

The massive eyes covering the hulls, flashing with frantic red light, lost their luster like receding tides,

turning dim and hollow.

The cannons that spewed destructive energy fell silent in an instant.

The entire enemy fleet in the star region was crippled simultaneously.

"What... what is happening?"

"The enemy... stopped attacking? Is this a trap?"

The soldiers on the joint front stared at the surreal scene before them, all frozen in shock.

Yanhuang Heavenly Court Command.

"No matter what he did, the Overlord on the data level is collapsing."

Qian Yin stared at the now‑silent star map; the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes were still wet, yet her gaze was immensely proud.

"He severed that line, telling that high‑dimensional monster that this is humanity's arena, and its logic doesn't work here!"

Qin Hao did not pause at all.

With each swing, the memory of "home" in his mind grew a shade fuzzier.

That rainy afternoon on the banana‑leaf roof, that tea‑scented bridge of the ship, both became mottled under the extreme consumption of his will.

The Concept Blade, while cutting the enemy, also wore away the edge of his humanity.

At the cost of self‑erosion, he purified the battlefield piece by piece.

But Qin Hao's fingers did not tremble on the hilt, because he knew that the girl was watching him.

He transformed into an invisible specter weaving through the battlefield; each Conceptual Leap placed him amid a fresh cluster of enemy warships.

Each swing was utterly silent.

Yet after every swing, a vast swath of enemy forces in the star region collectively lost their souls, becoming lifeless husks.

The battlefield's situation reversed dramatically within just a few minutes.

"All units! Hear my command!"

Zhou Shaoqing snapped out of his initial shock, seized the once‑in‑a‑millennium opportunity, and roared through the command channel.

"Enemy main forces have been crippled! Repeat, enemy main forces have been crippled!"

"Allied forces, commence counterattack!"

"For the homeland! For survival!"

"Charge!!!"

The allied morale, long suppressed, was ignited completely by this highest‑command shout.

"For survival!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

"Send these scraps back to hell!"

Countless allied warships surged from behind the front lines, launching a devastating all‑out assault on the enemy fleet that had become living targets.

The entire battlefield,

shifted from a one‑sided slaughter to a grand sweeping clearance battle.

The scales of victory began to tip toward the allied side in an unforeseeable way.