102: Chapter 102 Heading to the Seventh Canyon

A Dragon breath hit Yu Feng square in the chest. His laughter came to an abrupt halt, his body paused mid-air, and then he turned into dust filling the sky.

The projection of his Divine Kingdom above his head collapsed, and a massive amount of resources poured down. A Divine Kingdom Core, fully twice the size of Hanan's, fell out.

Fang Chuan beckoned with his finger, taking the core into his possession.

With this, the six Peak Void Royal Family Demi-gods were completely wiped out.

Peace returned to the world; only the huge pits scorched by the Dragon breath on the wilderness and the lingering aura of destruction in the air proved what kind of one-sided massacre had just occurred here.

"That's more than halfway done. The alien Demi-gods are truly enthusiastic." Fang Chuan nodded with satisfaction.

He turned around and looked behind him.

"Stop spacing out." Fang Chuan's voice brought the two back to reality. "See those spoils below? This is your first lesson since coming to the Demigod War Zone. Clean up the battlefield."

"Ah? Oh! Right, the spoils!" Zhang Chao's eyes lit up instantly.

He looked at the mountain of supplies piled up on the wilderness below. That was the lifetime accumulation of six Peak Demi-gods! Crystal cores, Dao Materials, and weapons and equipment shimmered with an alluring luster under the sunlight.

This wasn't a battlefield; it was clearly a treasure vault that had just been opened!

"Let's go, let's go! Lieutenant Liu, time to work!" Zhang Chao shouted excitedly and leaped directly from the Dragon's back.

Liu Ruyan also regained her composure, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and followed closely behind. The two landed on the ground, took out the space capsules from their pockets, and began frantically collecting the Materials on the ground.

"Holy crap! 4-Star Void Steel! This big chunk is worth at least 50,000 Faith points!"

"What is this? Divine Power crystals! There are actually over a hundred of them here!"

Zhang Chao shouted and yelled while picking things up, his expression brighter than during the New Year. The net worth of these six Peak Void Royal Family Demi-gods was simply too rich; just sweeping through once, the value of the items they picked up already exceeded 200 million Faith points.

Fang Chuan sat on the Dragon's back, quietly watching the two busy themselves, not going down to join the fun.

"That guy named Yu Feng from just now sent a message to someone called the Third Prince before he died." Fang Chuan rubbed his chin.

Anyone who could make a Peak Demi-god call them Your Highness and place high hopes on them was at least a figure in the core circle of the alien royal clan, absolutely accompanied by a large number of high-level combat forces.

"But before that, let's collect the treasures first."

The previous battle triggered the effect of the War Treasure Hextech, and the six Peak Demi-gods dropped four loot chests for Fang Chuan.

Fang Chuan had also tested it; these loot chests could only be seen by Fang Chuan and Fang Chuan's believers; Zhang Chao and Liu Ruyan could not see them.

[Obtained 50 million Faith points!]

[Obtained Divinity Points * 12]

[Obtained 300 Divine Power points]

[Obtained S-rank Believer Card: Pure-blood Cat Demon (4-Star Believer) x1!]

[Obtained 5 Secondary Believer Replicators!]

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"Not bad! Although it can't compare to Fortune, it's still very strong."

The Seventh Canyon.

Fang Chuan cast his gaze westward. That was the front line mentioned in the alert just now, where the fighting was most intense. Since this fat sheep that delivered itself to his door took the initiative to call for reinforcements, he could save himself the trouble of searching the whole map for the remaining four targets.

At the same time, Demigod War Zone, Seventh Canyon.

The Seventh Canyon was not a canyon, but a massive subterranean rift valley stretching for thousands of kilometers. On both sides of the rift, countless armies were densely stationed. Smoke filled the air, and the flames of war raged.

This was the core battlefield where the Dragon Kingdom and the alien races clashed most fiercely in this war zone, a true meat grinder.

On the high ground on the alien side of the rift, a huge and luxurious throne stood.

Seated on the throne was a slender alien youth.

Third Prince Moye. He wore a luxurious dark purple robe, and his skin had a sickly pale appearance. Unlike the ordinary Void Royal Family, the horn on his forehead was not one, but two, and they presented a noble dark gold color.

His fingers were long and pale, gently tapping on the armrest of the throne, his gaze indifferently looking down at the battlefield below where they were frantically slaughtering each other.

Behind him stood two rows of guards with terrifying auras, all of them Peak Demi-gods! And the fluctuations emitted from each person were much stronger than Yu Feng's from before.

Suddenly, a red light lit up on the Third Prince's wrist terminal.

He frowned slightly and raised his hand to tap it open.

From the terminal came Yu Feng's shrill and frantic voice before death: "The Dragon Kingdom Prodigy has appeared! Coordinates: outskirts of the Seventh Stronghold! Eleven Holy Dragons! Requesting Third Prince Your Highness — Rake!"

The voice broadcast ended, and the light of the terminal dimmed completely, which meant the sender was already dead.

The Third Prince stopped tapping the armrest, and a strange smile appeared on his pale face.

"Yu Feng is dead? This trash, taking five elites out to scavenge, actually got counter-killed."

His voice was very soft, but it carried a chill that made one's bone marrow cold.

"Eleven Holy Dragons?" Moye licked his lips, a gleam of Voracity flashing across his dark gold horns. "A bit interesting. This Prince was just worrying that the mounts under my command weren't cool enough, and now someone has delivered them to my door."

Since when did the Dragon Kingdom produce such a wealthy Demi-god? Being able to control eleven Holy Dragons simultaneously is definitely not someone unknown. As long as I kill him, Consume his Divine Kingdom Core, and plunder those eleven Dragons, this trip to the Demigod War Zone won't be in vain.

"Gui Mu." Moye spoke indifferently.

"Subordinate is here!" A guard shrouded in a black robe, revealing only a pair of ghastly green eyes, stood up abruptly. His aura was extremely restrained, yet carried a sense of lethal danger.

"Take your people and go to those coordinates." Moye casually sent a piece of information to Gui Mu. "Find that person and strip his Divine Kingdom. Remember, I want the Dragons alive."

"Understood! Your Highness!" Gui Mu nodded heavily, his figure flickered, and he turned into a cloud of black mist, dissipating on the spot.

Outskirts of the Seventh Canyon, on the wilderness.

Zhang Chao and Liu Ruyan finally cleaned the battlefield completely.

"Boss, everything is collected," Zhang Chao patted his backpack.

"Well done." Fang Chuan glanced at their satisfied appearance, a corner of his mouth curling into an arc. "However, this little bit of stuff is enough to satisfy you? The real fat meat is still to come."

"Fat meat?" Zhang Chao was stunned.

Fang Chuan didn't explain much, just raised his finger and pointed to the west: "Let's go, we are going to the Seventh Canyon."

The Dragon beneath him let out a high-pitched roar, its massive body suddenly taking flight. The eleven Dragons tore through the clouds and sped off toward the west.

The gale whistled in his ears. Fang Chuan looked at the distant skyline, where the clouds were dyed red by the flames of war.

The military order for ten targets, now only four remain.

That guy called the Third Prince should be able to provide him with quite a few high-quality prey, or rather... high-quality Divine Kingdom nutrients.

I hope this Your Highness can withstand a beating.