Ye Liuyun’s prolonged activities in the Wumojie naturally drew the attention of the alien races.

They had repeatedly demanded answers from the local powerhouses, insisting that the teleportation altar be reopened. But Ye Liuyun merely instructed the captive aliens to relay a fabricated excuse—claiming the altar had been temporarily damaged in a human assault and was under repair. He assured them the human forces would soon be eradicated, urging patience.

Meanwhile, he set Qiong Qi and other formation masters to work, laying intricate traps to ambush any reinforcements that might arrive. The two million troops from the sacred land were outfitted with war chariots and energy cannons, joining Ye Liuyun’s own million-strong army to encircle the altar in a tight siege.

Ye Liuyun and his doppelganger stationed themselves at the altar alongside the subdued alien elites, ready to eliminate any high-ranking foes emerging from the portal. Seizing the opportunity during the trap preparations, he also unearthed the local world’s core energy source. He assigned Tian Dao Ye and two thousand battle-hardened cultivators—survivors of the Death March—to absorb its power, pushing them to break through to the Heavenly Tier Three as swiftly as possible.

The core energy itself could be reclaimed at any moment. The Wumojie, ravaged beyond redemption by the aliens, was now a barren wasteland devoid of life. Ye Liuyun allowed Tian Dao Ye’s group to drain what they could; the remnants would be harvested by his doppelganger to expand its pocket dimension.

Once all preparations were complete, Ye Liuyun reactivated the teleportation channel.

The aliens wasted no time—first sending a vanguard of 100,000 soldiers, accompanied by a golden-armored commander, four silver-armored lieutenants, and four elite champions. The moment they materialized, they were met with a storm of prearranged formation attacks. The Demon-Sealing Stele, the demonic vines, and Ye Liuyun’s brainwashed alien puppets immediately targeted their leaders, while the encircling formations and artillery rained destruction upon the invading troops.

Yet the aliens’ teleportation rate was alarmingly swift. Reinforcements poured in without pause, their numbers swelling rapidly. Soon, their forces had ballooned to two million—clearly, they had anticipated the possibility of a trap.

But they had gravely underestimated Ye Liuyun’s strength. Not only were their dispatched elites insufficient in number, but they also failed to account for the devastating efficiency of his army’s advanced weaponry.

After the Demon-Sealing Stele and the Demon Vine each took down a formidable opponent, they swiftly moved on to target the silver-armored aliens. Meanwhile, Ye Liuyun and his doppelganger each engaged a gold-armored and silver-armored foe, using them as sparring partners.

The other aliens, however, were roughly on par with the newly arrived reinforcements, resulting in casualties on both sides. Seeing this, Ye Liuyun decided to capture the two aliens controlling the altar and stashed them away in his spatial realm, leaving the rest to fight it out among themselves.

He then summoned the women and beasts by his side, giving them a chance to hone their skills. Soon enough, Thunderclap, the Dragon Maiden, the Songstress, and Little Lan’er were effortlessly dispatching second-tier Celestial Realm aliens, while even Liang Xue and Feng Hongxiu managed to hold their own against them.

With this overwhelming advantage, even as the alien forces continued to pour in and reinforcements arrived, Ye Liuyun’s side maintained a firm upper hand. Eventually, he slew the gold and silver-armored aliens himself and directed the Demon-Sealing Stele and the Demon Vine to assault the alien army.

Once the gold-armored alien fell, the enemy abruptly halted their troop transmissions, as if realizing the futility of their efforts. The two million aliens already transported found themselves encircled by Ye Liuyun’s forces, trapped like lambs awaiting slaughter.

The Wurmach Realm was one of the few alien strongholds capable of crafting weapons. These troops had originally come to replenish their equipment, but without warships or flying scouts, they were utterly defenseless.

A relentless barrage of white energy beams from the encircling chariots and cannons mowed them down row after row, obliterating them before they could even close the distance. Ye Liuyun no longer intervened, instead observing the battlefield with a calculating gaze.

As the tide of victory surged unmistakably in his favor, his mind was already racing ahead to the next battle.

"This strategy seems effective," he mused. "We can systematically dismantle the alien strongholds in the northern regions, one by one."

Just as he was contemplating how to expedite the eradication of these alien bases, his attention snapped back to the altar—where another alien had suddenly materialized.

This alien was rather peculiar, with scales that shimmered partly in gold and partly in a bluish-gray hue. What put Ye Liuyun even more on edge was the fact that it was a three-eyed being—and one at the third level of the Heavenly Realm at that.

Emerging onto the battlefield, the creature surveyed the scene with a slight frown before its gaze locked onto Ye Liuyun, who stood conspicuously in the distance, hovering midair.

Without hesitation, the alien charged toward him.

The Demon-Sealing Stele immediately shot up, ready to strike, but Ye Liuyun stopped it with a firm mental command: *"This one’s dangerous. Leave it to me!"*

Skeptical, the stele halted in midair, keeping a watchful eye on the three-eyed foe.

Meanwhile, Ye Liuyun focused his golden pupils intently on the alien’s third eye, bracing for a confrontation. His doppelganger swiftly rose from underground, closing in from another angle.

Just as expected, as the creature advanced, its third eyelid slowly lifted. A surge of foreboding prickled at Ye Liuyun’s instincts.

Through his golden vision, he glimpsed a blinding white light gathering within that ominous eye. Reacting instantly, he channeled all his profound energy into a beam of white light and fired.

Simultaneously, his doppelganger unleashed a dark ray aimed straight at the alien’s soul.

The three-eyed being retaliated with its own white beam, directed at Ye Liuyun.

The two opposing forces of light collided in midair, canceling each other out in a continuous, crackling discharge.

Shock flickered through the alien’s mind—*How can this human wield white light too?*

But before it could process the thought, the doppelganger’s dark energy struck its soul like a bolt of shadow.

The Demon-Sealing Stele had already retreated the moment the devil creature unleashed its white light, finally convinced that Ye Liuyun wasn’t bluffing.

By now, the three-eyed alien had no time to turn and confront the doppelganger. Even if it had the chance, it stood no hope against the black light. Gritting its teeth, it channeled every last ounce of its vital energy into intensifying the white light’s assault on Ye Liuyun—figuring that taking down one enemy was better than none.

But the moment Ye Liuyun exhausted his Profound Energy, he immediately replenished it using an Energy Storage Stone, continuing to fire the white light relentlessly.

Meanwhile, the doppelganger, having extinguished the creature’s soul, fixed its golden pupils on its core. Only when the alien’s vital energy was completely drained did Ye Liuyun finally ease off the white light’s intensity.

The twin beams of white light weakened in unison, flickering out at last. The lifeless body of the alien plummeted from the sky, swiftly collected by the doppelganger into a Interspatial Ring.

Exhausted from channeling such an immense surge of white light, Ye Liuyun’s eyes throbbed with pain. He retreated into the Void Stone, pressing his palms over his closed lids to rest, leaving the battlefield under the doppelganger’s watch.

This was the first time Ye Liuyun had sustained the white light for so long without pause. The realization sent a chill down his spine—he hadn’t expected the three-eyed alien to be this formidable.