108: Chapter 108 Unable to win in a fight, unable to escape in a runaway fight

Scalding dark purple divine blood spilled like a torrential rain, extinguishing the black flames of war that had just ignited below.

The headless corpse of Fourth Prince Wangda of the Darkborn Race fell straight down from mid-air, crashing into the charred soil and kicking up a massive cloud of dust and smoke.

His Divine Kingdom projection was disintegrating inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A prismatic fortune orb shimmering with a colorful halo slowly rose and hovered in the spot where Fourth Prince Wangda had fallen.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire sky.

The seventeen thrones suspended high in the air instantly exploded into an uproar.

Eighth Prince Ge Ya of the Darkborn Race collapsed limply onto his throne.

The human-bone bracelet he had been toying with dropped to the ground with a click, scattering bone beads everywhere. His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the distant Ten-winged Holy Angel slowly withdrawing her sword, his lips trembling violently.

"Madman... This madman..." Ge Ya's voice became sharp and distorted, "He actually has a six-star Holy Angel!"

The camp on the side of the Void Zerg was in an even greater uproar.

The Seventh Prince bounced up from his throne, hurried over to Third Prince Moye, and anxiously said, "Third Brother! Think of something! Don't you also have a six-star dependent? Hurry up and take it out! Otherwise, we'll all die here today!"

Third Prince Moye sat on the throne, his dark golden single horn currently devoid of light, and his pale face horribly distorted.

"Shut up!" Third Prince Moye roared furiously, kicking the Seventh Prince tumbling to the ground.

Of course he had a six-star dependent! That was bestowed upon him by his Imperial Father at the cost of massive resources! That monster, which had hatched not long ago, needed to Consume endless flesh, blood, and treasures to slowly grow. This time, he had purposely roped in those fellows from the Darkborn Race precisely to have them act as cannon fodder at the front, holding back the main force of Dragon Country and buying time for his six-star dependent to Consume the demigods of Dragon Country and develop.

Yet who could have expected that someone would burst onto the scene halfway, a Dragon Country Prodigy who not only brought twenty-seven thousand Five-star Believers, but also led a hundred-level six-star Holy Angel!

Third Prince Moye stared fixedly at the distant ten-winged angel, who was as inviolable as a deity, and felt the terrifying combat power surging past seven hundred billion under the amplification of the ascension amulet. He was clenching his back molars so hard they were about to shatter.

His own six-star dependent barely scraped over ten billion in total combat power at full capacity!

"Take it out for what? To liven things up for this angel?!"

Third Prince Moye cursed frantically in his heart. You pervert with this kind of strategic-level power, why aren't you going to the deity battlefield, and instead running here to play the pig to eat the tiger?

However, the battlefield situation did not give him any room to think at all.

Because the slaughter had already unfolded completely.

"Crush them."

Fang Chuan gave the command calmly.

His deep eyes stared happily at the fortune orbs continuously condensing on the battlefield below as the alien races died.

"Boom!"

The coalition force composed of twenty-seven thousand Five-star Holy Believers instantly rushed into the formations of the eight-hundred-thousand-strong alien army like fierce tigers released from their cages.

Under the terrifying amplification of triple all-attributes from the ascension amulet, the combat power of every single Five-star Believer reached an astonishing level, with each of them comparable to the eighteen princes and imperial sons.

This battle was by no means an evenly matched clash, but rather a one-sided massacre!

Rip—!

Ten-winged Holy Angel Fei Yi's figure flickered, turning into a pure white stream of light. With a single swing of her sword, a thousand-zhang-long holy fire Sword Qi swept across the entire field. Along the way, tens of thousands of alien elites were vaporized in the Holy Light before they even had time to scream.

The alien blockade line was instantly Rend with a huge gap tens of kilometers long. In a single encounter, the casualty figures of the alien races directly broke past fifty thousand!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

In Fang Chuan's mind, the System's notification sounds rang out frantically like torrential rain pattering against banana leaves.

White, golden... fortune orbs of all sizes sprang up like bamboo shoots after a rain on the battlefield below.

Fang Chuan's lips curved upward. Guided by his mind, a large batch of fortune orbs was directly collected into the System space, and his resource reserves skyrocketed crazily.

Meanwhile, inside the base of the Dragon Country Demigod War Zone.

Commander Xin Zhao stood inside the command room, looking at the scene of Fang Chuan Decimate the enemy on the screen. His eyeballs were practically about to pop out and drop onto the floor.

"Holy shit..." Xin Zhao pinched his thigh hard, sucking in a cold breath of pain, "Didn't the files sent by the military department say that this newly promoted Major General Fang awakened an Trash F-class rating, and didn't have a God Lord talent?!"

"Whose F-class rating Divine Kingdom can pull out tens of thousands of Five-star Sacred Beasts, plus a six-star Holy Angel?!"

In the base of the Seventh Canyon, Qin Yao, covered in blood and filth, leaned against the city wall, looking up at the slender figure standing atop the dragon's head.

At this moment, she also recognized Fang Chuan, her heart filled with shock.

Half a month ago, she, Lu Hai, and Lin Xiaoxiao joined forces and still lost to Fang Chuan, without even getting to see Fang Chuan's face.

Despite the disastrous defeat, with the help of her Family, she quickly achieved a Breakthrough to demigod, faster than both Lu Hai and Lin Xiaoxiao.

She had originally wanted to come to the Demigod War Zone to gain experience, and wait until she became stronger to challenge Fang Chuan and wash away her humiliation. Instead, she encountered the alien army and almost perished.

At that moment of life and death, Fang Chuan aggressively barged into the battlefield with an invincible posture, easily pulling the entire battle line back from the abyss.

Watching the eighteen princes, who caused despair among all Prodigies, act like mere pottery dogs and earthenware chickens before Fang Chuan, Qin Yao's hand gripping her weapon gradually and powerlessly loosened.

At this moment, she finally understood with bitterness that not only would she probably never be able to surpass this monster in her lifetime, but she had even lost the qualification to stand behind him and look up.

High in the air, the alien throne faction was in complete chaos.

Watching their own elite armies being mown down in patches like wheat, several princes of the Darkborn Race could no longer hold it together.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Eighth Prince Ge Ya let out a shrill scream. He violently ripped a glowing jade talisman from his chest—this was a life-saving trump card bestowed by his Imperial Father: the Tier 5 Realm-Breaking Talisman. Crushing it could instantly pierce through any spatial blockade and teleport back to the imperial court of the Darkin.

Snap!

The jade talisman was crushed hard by him.

A ball of silver spatial power instantly enveloped him, and it looked as though he was about to slip away into the Void Realm.

However, in the next second, the silver light suddenly collapsed.

Three hundred of the most massive Five-star Starry Sky Dragons were circling the outermost perimeter of the entire battlefield in an extremely regular formation. The starlight shining upon their bodies connected into one, weaving an incomparably huge starry sky locking net in the sky.

Under the shroud of this net, the surrounding hundreds of kilometers of space had already been Seal.

"What is going on?!" Eighth Prince Ge Ya fell back down from mid-air onto his throne, looking at the realm-breaking talisman in his hand that had turned into powder. Cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body.

"Space has been completely Seal!" another Darkin prince roared, "Even the Tier 5 Realm-Breaking Talisman has failed! What on earth is the background of these beasts!"

A Tier 5 Realm-Breaking Talisman—that was an escape divine artifact representing the power of a Tier 5 deity. Yet it was actually Seal by a group of demigod-level Dragons!

Despair spread like a plague among the remaining dozen or so princes.

Third Prince Moye stood up, his dark purple magnificent robe snapping loudly in the violent wind. His bloodshot red eyes stared fixedly at the Holy Angel Fei Yi, who was displaying Divine Might. He knew that if he didn't fight desperately today, everyone would die here.

"Roar—!"

Third Prince Moye suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of dark purple heart blood into mid-air.

His Divine Kingdom passageway burst open with a booming sound, and an extremely evil, decayed black wave carrying a strong aura of Consume surged out wildly from the depths of the passage.

"Void Consumer! Kill for me!" Third Prince Moye roared hoarsely.

A massive chunk of flesh exceeding three thousand meters in size squeezed out from the black fog. It had no fixed form, its entire body covered in giant mouths filled with sharp teeth and tentacles dripping with green slime. This was a six-star Void Realm dependent just in its infancy stage!

The Void Consumer let out a teeth-gritting strange cry, and tens of thousands of tentacles lashed out like wild whips. Giant mouths split open at the front ends of the tentacles, spitting out large swaths of highly corrosive black light rays.

Hisse, hisse, hisse—!

Several hundred Judgment Angels rushing at the very front failed to dodge in time and were swept by the black light rays. Despite the attribute enhancement of the ascension amulet, the attack of the six-star Bloodline still penetrated their holy armor, burning large patches of charred wounds. Several Five-star Believers cried out in pain and plummeted from mid-air.

Fang Chuan, standing atop the dragon's head, furrowed his brows slightly.

He snapped his fingers.

On the other side, Fei Yi, who was reaping lives at the other end of the battlefield, immediately sensed her companions being injured. She abruptly turned her head, and within those originally indifferent golden eyes, raging fires of holy wrath ignited.

"Holy Sanctuary."

Fei Yi parted her cherry lips slightly, her ethereal voice drowning out the clamor of the battlefield.

Hum!

An ultimate, dazzling halo burst forth from her body, expanding at an incredible speed and instantly sweeping across all the Five-star Believers on the battlefield.

On the bodies of Fang Chuan's army, a thick layer of golden shields lit up simultaneously.

This was group invincibility! A full minute of absolute defense!

The black light rays spat out by the Void Consumer hit the golden shields like water droplets falling onto a steel plate, failing to cause any further damage aside from stirring up ripples in circles.

The ten light wings behind Fei Yi slammed violently, and her entire person transformed into a giant sword of light Rend the firmament, heading straight for that bloated Void Consumer. So fast was her speed that it left behind a continuous string of undissipated spatial rifts in the air.

Third Prince Moye watched the angel radiating an aura of destruction being lured away by his own dependent, and a trace of frantic light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze locking tightly onto the back of that Starry Sky Dragon high above.

There, Fang Chuan was still standing in place. Aside from a few Dragons responsible for guarding him, those Five-star Believers who had displayed such Divine Might were all fighting crazily in the battlefield below. Moreover, the most terrifying six-star angel had also been lured away.

"There are no defenses left by his side!"

Third Prince Moye roared with a hoarse voice, smashing his throne to pieces with a single stomp, his figure transforming into a dark purple thunderbolt as he charged straight at Fang Chuan.

"Kill that kid! As long as we control or kill him, this army will collapse without being attacked! Follow me!"

This roar was like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

The remaining sixteen alien princes and royal sons simultaneously erupted with desperation-born madness in their eyes. They burned their Divine Kingdom Origins one after another, bringing along the last thousand or so Peak demigod confidants and guards by their sides, and transformed into streams of light across the sky, desperately charging toward the dragon's head where Fang Chuan was located!

A desperate strike from over a thousand Peak demigods!

Various destructive divine arts, Law light beams, and taboo weapons intertwined in the air to form a colorful yet death-aura-filled giant heavenly net, covering the sky and earth as it descended directly over Fang Chuan's head.

He stood beside the dragon horns, watching Third Prince Moye, who was charging at the very front with scarlet eyes and a ferocious expression, a trace of undisguised mockery hooking the corners of his mouth.

"Is that all it takes to make you anxious?"

"Fei Er, Fei San, Fei Si, Fei Wu, go!"