107: Chapter 107 Battle!

He lazily leaned against the throne, toying with a human bone bracelet in his hand, and cast a mocking glance at Third Prince Moye.

"I say, Third Prince Moye, why are you wasting words with him?"

"Even if he somehow managed to get these eight thousand five-star Dragons from who knows where, so what?"

"Over here, we have a full army of eight hundred thousand demigods!"

"Eight hundred thousand!"

"A single spit from each person would be enough to drown these winged big lizards!"

"Could it be that you were frightened by this setup?"

As soon as Geya's voice fell, another sturdy alien on the other side burst into laughter in agreement, and it was none other than Wang Da, the Fourth Prince of the Darkborn Race.

Wang Da stood nearly five meters tall, his entire body covered in knotted muscles resembling hard rocks, and his skin exuded an eerie blood-red hue.

A pair of huge fleshy bat wings behind him flapped slowly, stirring up waves of sickeningly bloody wind.

"Exactly!"

"Mere eight thousand Five-star Believers, what kind of waves could they possibly make in front of the iron hooves of our Darkborn Race?"

"Third Prince Moye, if you're scared out of your wits by these few loaches, then I wouldn't mind setting an example for you and twisting this brat's head off with my own hands!"

For this raid against the Seventh Canyon, the Darkborn Race dispatched eight princes, and the Void Zerg sent ten imperial princes.

Although the two major groups formed an alliance due to shared interests, their internals were equally filled with backstabbing and intrigue, as everyone wanted to take the largest share of resources after breaking through the Seventh Canyon, gaining more leverage in their respective imperial courts.

Hearing the taunts of these two, Third Prince Moye didn't make a sound, but just sneered coldly and chose to stand by with folded arms.

Third Prince Moye was not stupid; on the contrary, his extremely acute instinct belonging to the Void Royal Family was going crazy with warnings.

That expressionless young man standing with his hands behind his back atop the Dragon's head, although only at the Realm of a demigod, gave him a fatal sense of danger as if gazing into an abyss.

However, since this brainless Wang Da, who only knew how to flaunt his martial might, wanted to test the depth of this brat, Third Prince Moye naturally was happy to see it happen.

He wanted to see what kind of Heaven-Defying trump cards this Prodigy, who could instantly kill Guimu, still kept hidden.

Furthermore, even if Wang Da were no match, there were still eight hundred thousand troops here; the advantage was with him!

"Brat, go to Hell!"

"Remember your grandpa's name, the Fourth Prince of the Darkborn Race, Wang Da!"

Wang Da completely ignored Third Prince Moye's silence; he let out a wild roar and grabbed a giant axe burning with black flames placed next to the throne.

As his fleshy wings suddenly spread out behind him, Wang Da directly led the more than one hundred Peak demigod Darkborn personal guards behind him, fiercely charging toward the Dragon's head where Fang Chuan was located like a blood-red meteor ascending against the heavens!

"Boom!"

The violent Divine Power exploded in circles in mid-air, and Wang Da's terrifying combat power of nearly two billion was fully revealed at this moment.

Wherever he passed along the way, bursts of sonic booms rang out.

His strength had completely touched the threshold of a Third-tier Deity, and even compared to the Third Prince, he was not inferior. No wonder he had the confidence to be so arrogant and domineering among these eighteen royal family members, wanting to seize the primary merit of beheading generals and capturing flags.

On Fang Chuan's side, watching Wang Da pounce over like a mad dog, a trace of mockery flashed through his calm eyes.

To deal with a fool of this level, Fang Chuan couldn't even be bothered to waste half a sentence more.

He raised his slender right hand and snapped his fingers crisply in the Void Realm.

"Hum—!"

The space behind Fang Chuan suddenly twisted violently. One, ten, a hundred... thousands of dazzling pillars of light soared into the sky, and the pure and blazing Holy Light instantly dispelled the gloom above the Seventh Canyon!

"Come out, form formations."

Accompanied by Fang Chuan's flat tone, the gates of the Divine Kingdom were completely opened!

Over twenty-seven thousand Five-star Holy race believers, like gods descending from heaven, stepped across the Void Realm and appeared behind the eight thousand Dragons!

Judgment Angels clad in golden armor, Frost Titans with physiques like mountains, Void Walkers holding Void blades, Thunder Elves controlling thunder...

As soon as the coalition army composed of various high-tier holy races appeared, the terrifying Staggering Blow pressure they emitted directly crushed the Aura of Wang Da and his group to pieces.

Various team buff skills and halo effects inherent to those holy units crazily intertwined together at this moment.

Strength amplification, speed elevation, armor reinforcement, berserk life recovery, Holy Light attribute blessing...

Colorful halos bloomed like lotuses beneath the feet of every believer, connecting into a colorful sea of light.

However, it was not over yet!

Fang Chuan flipped his wrist, and the [ascension amulet] suddenly erupted with golden Holy Light.

The perverted three-fold all-attribute amplification instantly enveloped this Five-star army like a layer of golden armor.

The combat power of the entire coalition army expanded like a blown-up balloon to a state that made all the demigods present feel suffocated.

Wang Da, who had previously been laughing wildly and feeling sure of victory, had the ferocious expression on his face freeze instantly.

His charging speed abruptly stagnated in mid-air, and due to the sudden braking, quite a few of the hundred personal guards behind him even crashed into his back.

Wang Da's copper-bell-sized eyes stared fixedly at the vast ocean composed of Holy Light ahead, feeling his scalp tingling, and even the hand holding the giant axe was trembling uncontrollably.

How the fuck is this possible?!

Over twenty-seven thousand Five-star holy units?

And each of their combat powers soared to the level of Second-tier or even Third-tier Deities?!

Is this fucking an army that a demigod can possess?!

However, what plunged Wang Da into utter despair was far from just this.

At the very front of that army of over forty thousand, in the Void Realm, a pure white, flawless pillar of light crashed down.

The Six-star level 100 believer, the Ten-winged Holy Angel, Fei Yi, slowly descended from the pillar of light.

She was clad in pure white armor covered with holy secret runes, her peerless face resembling nothing of a Mortal was as cold as frost, and a pair of extremely cold and glamorous eyes looked indifferently at Wang Da and the others.

The greatsword burning with brilliant holy fire in her hand merely hung down naturally, and the space at the tip of the sword silently melted into absolute nothingness.

That terrifying Aura, far surpassing Third-tier Deities and even approaching high-tier deities, made even Third Prince Moye in the distance couldn't help drawing a cold breath and suddenly stood up from the throne.

Fang Chuan stood on the highest Dragon head with his hands crossed over his chest, not even bothering to look straight at Wang Da, but instead casting his gaze full of anticipation and Voracity directly past Wang Da, toward the dense mass of eight hundred thousand alien demigods below who looked like pigs.

A morbidly fanatical arc hooked at the corner of his mouth, and he gently licked his dry lips.

"Over 800,000 demigod troops, such a huge base... Hehe, with the bonds of Fortune Eight fully activated now, just how many top-tier good things can burst out?"

Fang Chuan muttered softly, like an old farmer waiting for a bountiful harvest in the fields.

He pointed his finger forward.

"Crush them."

"Zheng—"

The crisp sound of sword ringing resounded through the clouds across the battlefield that had fallen silent for a fleeting instant.

The ten wings of light behind Fei Yi suddenly vibrated, instantly killing their way to Wang Da's side.

Fast!

Too fast!

"Chi—"

The greatsword carrying the holy fire that burned everything to ashes flashed past Wang Da's thick neck, encountering not the slightest obstacle.

A huge, blood-red head soared into the sky, and dark purple blood sprayed across the sky like a fountain.

Instant kill.

With nearly two billion combat power, the dignified Fourth Prince of the Darkborn Race didn't even last a single round or a single breath in front of Fei Yi.

As for the more than one hundred Peak demigod personal guards behind him, they didn't even have time to turn around and flee before they were beaten into flying ash all over the sky by the concentrated divine magic unleashed by twenty-seven thousand believers in a single round of volley, not leaving even a shred of residue.

As Wang Da's Divine Soul was completely destroyed, the massive projection of his Divine Kingdom above his head hadn't even fully unfolded before it shattered with a loud crash like a popped soap bubble.

"Ding."

Where Wang Da's corpse fell, a prismatic fortune orb emitting colorful light slowly rose, quietly floating in mid-air.

A trace of wild joy flashed through the depths of Fang Chuan's eyes.

The very first drop was a prismatic fortune orb!

nice!!

Meanwhile, the seventeen thrones suspended high in the sky opposite instantly fell into a dead silence, with only the whimpering sound of the wind sweeping through the canyon remaining.

Whether it was Geya, who had previously been full of mockery and ready to watch a good show, or Third Prince Moye, who fancied himself infallible and watched with cold detachment, the expressions of all the alien imperial princes and princes changed drastically at this moment!