109: Chapter 109 Go Back!

Just as Fang Chuan finished speaking.

Four breathtakingly beautiful figures stepped out from the pillar of light, and ten huge wings of light slowly unfolded behind them.

Uniform pure white battle armor, stern golden eyes, and an equally suffocating coercion swept across the entire scene in an instant.

Third Prince Moye's charging figure stopped abruptly in mid-air.

He widened his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled violently, and terror filled his entire pale face.

"How is this possible…" Third Prince Moye's voice changed tune.

The joint divine arts frenzy of over a thousand Peak personal guards had already poured down.

Fei Er's expression was indifferent as she drew the holy sword from her waist with a backhand, welcoming the divine arts filling the sky with a horizontal slash.

Wherever the pure white holy fire Sword Qi passed, the thousands of divine art beams capable of destroying mountain ranges were instantly and completely annihilated into nothingness upon contact with the Sword Qi.

The next second, Fei San, Fei Si, and Fei Wu moved.

The three of them turned into three afterimages and plunged directly into the camp where the alien princes were located.

The Sixth Prince of the Darkborn Race frantically activated the fifth-tier teleportation scroll bestowed by his imperial father.

Just as the silver spatial rift formed, Fei San didn't even look and slashed backhanded, the brilliant holy fire directly cleaving the spatial rift and the Sixth Prince into two sections!

The Sixth Prince's body instantly exploded, transforming into flying light spots all over the sky along with his divine kingdom.

Beside him, the Ninth Prince of the Void Zerg screamed and released a fifth-tier defensive ancient shield.

Fei Si didn't even look and brought her sword down, the ancient shield breaking in the middle.

The remaining momentum of the sword blade did not diminish, splitting the Ninth Prince in half from head to toe.

This was a one-sided massacre without any suspense.

Those sixteen princes and lords who called the wind and rain in their respective ethnic groups were extremely fragile before the four level-100 Holy Angels.

Their life-saving trump cards were completely meaningless under the crushing weight of absolute power.

It was merely ten breaths.

In the sky, among the sixteen alien princes, only Third Prince Moye remained alive.

Deep within the ruins of the Seventh Canyon, beside the pile of broken boulders, Third Prince Moye was covered in mud and collapsed on the ground.

At the critical moment just now, he had used a taboo divine artifact to swap positions with a loyal personal guard beside him, barely dodging Fei Wu's fatal blow.

At this moment, he panted heavily, his entire body soaked in cold sweat.

That pair of red pupils, which used to be filled with tyranny, now only held Terrify.

Third Prince Moye trembled as he felt for a dark black communication crystal covered in cracks from his arms.

He bit his finger and wiped his divine blood onto the crystal.

"Second Royal Uncle…" Third Prince Moye's voice was hoarse, carrying an obvious crying tone, "Save me… Save me quickly! I encountered a top Demi-god of the Dragon Country in the Seventh Canyon… He has five Six-Star Believers, and all their combat power is above 700 billion! Eighth Brother, Ninth Brother, and the others are all dead… Help!"

On the other end of the crystal, there was dead silence.

A few seconds later, a deafening roar came through.

At the same time, deep within the territory of the Void Zerg.

Inside a floating temple piled up by countless meteorites, the Ninth-tier God Pulong looked livid.

The Third Prince had extremely high Aptitude and was deeply favored by the Emperor, possessing the newly bestowed six-star dependents.

If the Third Prince died in the Demigod War Zone, he, the royal uncle responsible for guarding the border, would definitely be torn alive by the Emperor.

"Dragon Country… Court death!"

Pulong exerted force with his arms, directly Rend open the spatial barrier in front of him and plunging headfirst into it.

Dragon Country frontline, Base Zero command room.

Under the cool-toned lighting, Xin Zhao leaned on a silver spear with one hand, his gaze fixed dead on the tactical holographic projection before him.

On the screen, the red dots representing the alien demi-god army were extinguishing in large areas.

"General, high-frequency Divine Thought communication from the Void Zerg has been intercepted," the communications soldier quickly reported.

Xin Zhao let out a cold snort and lifted the spear.

"Want to run? You'll have to ask the spear in my hand if it agrees!"

Before his voice fell, Xin Zhao's figure had already disappeared from the command room.

The outskirts of the Seventh Canyon, under the dark red firmament, space fluctuated violently.

Just as Pulong's huge body squeezed out from the rift, a silver spear went straight toward his face.

Pulong raised his arm covered in purple-black scales and forcefully blocked this spear.

Amidst splashing sparks, he retreated hundreds of li and stabilized his figure in mid-air.

Holding his spear, Xin Zhao stood in the Void Realm, blocking the only must-pass road to the Seventh Canyon.

"Xin Zhao, get lost! I don't have time to deal with you right now!"

Pulong saw clearly who had come, and the few flesh whiskers on his brow bone danced wildly.

Damn it, how could it be this madman? Pulong secretly called it bad.

Xin Zhao flicked the tip of his spear, divine light shining brilliantly around his body.

"Old bug, ahead is the jurisdiction of my Dragon Country. Leave quickly, and I can pretend nothing happened."

Pulong was eager to save someone, but Xin Zhao's combat power was much stronger than his; if they really fought, he would probably return empty-handed.

Pondering for a moment, he had to lower his head and said, "General Xin Zhao, my prince has sent me a distress signal. I will leave after picking him up, alright?"

Xin Zhao gripped the shaft of the spear, the corners of his mouth curling into a sneer.

He knew clearly in his heart that Fang Chuan was inside to Decimate.

The more those alien princes died, the more beneficial it was to the Dragon Country.

What he needed to do was drag out the time.

"I said, ahead is the jurisdiction of my Dragon Country, you'd better get lost."

Xin Zhao's voice left no room for negotiation.

Pulong's expression was gloomy, and he was about to make a move by force.

Suddenly, the space beside him was Rend open again.

An aura of a god filled with extreme bloodshed and madness swept out.

The Darkin god, Wang Gong, strode out of the Void Realm.

His eyes were red, and the huge fleshy wings behind him were covered with ferocious bloodshots.

Just moments ago, Wang Gong received the news that Wang Da had been instantly killed.

That son of his, upon whom he placed high hopes and who was very likely to inherit his throne, had been beheaded.

How could he still care about any truce agreement that gods must not interfere in the Demigod War Zone? His mind was filled only with slaughter.

"Pulong, you fucking arrived long ago, why didn't you rush in! What are you wasting words with him for?!"

Wang Gong shouted angrily, a blood-red giant blade in his hand pointing directly at Xin Zhao.

Seeing Wang Gong, Pulong instantly gained some confidence.

"Wang Gong, this Xin Zhao won't let us pass. The two of us will join forces and slaughter him first!"

Looking at the two Ninth-tier Gods in front of him, Xin Zhao looked up and laughed aloud.

"Since the two of you refuse to listen to advice, don't blame me."

The spear pierced straight forward.

This spear had immense power, and wherever the tip of the spear passed, space shattered inch by inch.

Fighting two alone, Xin Zhao took the initiative to make a move.

His divine kingdom world descended with a roar, transforming into a boundless silver wasteland, forcibly dragging Pulong and Wang Gong into the divine kingdom barrier.

Inside the barrier, earth-shattering roars immediately erupted.

The camera cuts back to the Seventh Canyon battlefield.

The battlefield below could no longer be called a battlefield; this was a slaughterhouse.

The 800,000 alien demi-god army had long completely collapsed under the impact of the 27,000 Five-star Believers amplified by the ascension amulet.

The five level-100 Holy Angels shuttled back and forth among the enemy crowd, and every time they swung their swords, thousands of lives were taken away.

On the battlefield, less than 100,000 aliens were still fleeing everywhere.

In the distance, that juvenile Six-Star Void Consumer upon which Third Prince Moye placed high hopes had now turned into a pile of foul-smelling minced meat.

Fei Yi stood in the pile of minced meat holding her sword, and the holy fire on the sword body burned away the last trace of Void Realm pollution.

Fang Chuan stretched lazily.

His gaze locked onto the dark purple figure deep in the ruins: Third Prince Moye.

Third Prince Moye had crawled and rolled his way to the edge of the canyon at this moment, all the defensive props on his body shattered.

He looked despairingly at the five pure white figures in the sky, finding that their gazes had unknowingly locked onto him uniformly.

Fang Chuan patted the scales of the Starry Sky Dragon beneath him.

The Starry Sky Dragon slowly lowered its altitude, stopping a hundred meters in front of Third Prince Moye.

Third Prince Moye raised his head, looking up at the black-haired youth, his teeth chattering non-stop.

"Don't waste your effort."

Fang Chuan looked down at him from above, his tone flat, "No one can come to save you, and death is the only thing awaiting you."

Third Prince Moye's heart sank completely to the bottom.

"Who on earth are you…" Third Prince Moye stared fixedly at Fang Chuan.

Fang Chuan did not answer.

Looking at the crumbling divine kingdom projection above Third Prince Moye's head, he spoke indifferently: "Kill him. That Origin core of the Void Royal Family should be able to drop a big haul."

Fei Yi raised her long sword, the tip pointing directly at Third Prince Moye's glabella.

Just at the moment when the long sword was about to stab down, Third Prince Moye suddenly let out an inhuman scream.

His chest violently split open, and a beating black heart burst out from his chest, emitting extremely terrifying Void Realm fluctuations in mid-air.

Fang Chuan raised an eyebrow and stopped the action in his hands.