110: Chapter 110 Slaying, the Great Battle Ends

That pitch-black heart hovered in mid-air, its surface covered in purplish-black twisted blood vessels, and with every beat, it sent out rings of visible dark purple ripples.

A thick Void Realm mist, seemingly about to drip water, instantly erupted from the heart as its center, forming an extremely thick dark purple light shield around Third Prince Moye's body.

"Hahaha!" Hiding inside that dark purple light shield, Third Prince Moye's originally terrified and distorted face gradually calmed down after the heart appeared, and even a hint of a perverse, grim smile crept back onto it.

He gasped heavily for breath, reaching out to support the light shield while staring with venomous eyes at Fang Chuan in mid-air.

"Kid, do you think you've won for sure?"

Third Prince Moye wiped the foam of blood from the corner of his mouth with the mud-stained back of the hand, his body trembling slightly with excitement,

"This is the Void Realm heart bestowed by my Imperial Father. Below the Heavenly God, this is absolute defense! Let's see how you break it!"

Along with his wild laughter, the dark purple mist on the surface of the light shield rolled violently, emitting a scalp-numbing corrosive sound, and the floating sand and stones in the surrounding air turned into nothingness the moment they approached.

Even the barrier seal set up by the six-star Dragon was corroded with cracks.

Fei Yi's golden eyes were filled with chilling killing intent. Seeing the Third Prince insult Fang Chuan, the ten light wings behind her violently vibrated, transforming her entire body into a sharp sword that Rend the firmament, and the great sword burning with brilliant holy fire in her hands fiercely hacked at the dark purple light shield.

"Boom!"

A circle of violent energy shockwaves spread outward in a ring shape, completely grinding the ruins within thousands of meters around into dust.

However, the holy fire great sword landed on the light shield, only smashing out a shallow ripple, unable to even leave a trace of a crack.

That pitch-black heart suddenly contracted and expanded, spitting out an even thicker black fog, actually forcing the holy fire on Fei Yi's great sword back by a fraction.

Seeing this, Third Prince Moye laughed even more wildly.

"I said, it is simply unshakable below the Heavenly God! So what if you have a six-star dependent? When the high-tier deities of my race arrive, I will flay your skin, draw your tendons, and smash your Divine Kingdom piece by piece!"

That Void Realm heart not only had extremely strong defense, but even the ground and barrier beneath its feet were being slowly corroded by it.

If it was allowed to continue, the Seventh Canyon might be forcefully melted into a wormhole by it, allowing Third Prince Moye to escape alive.

Fang Chuan looked down condescendingly at Third Prince Moye, who was clamoring like a clown, the corners of his mouth curving into an undisguised sneer.

"Unshakable below the Heavenly God? It truly is a good thing, but unfortunately, it met me."

Fang Chuan slightly tilted his head, his gaze sweeping across the other four Holy Angels who were standing at attention, and he raised his hand to snap his fingers crisply.

"Fei Yi, stop playing with him. Unleash the killing move."

Fei Er, Fei San, Fei Si, and Fei Wu, four peerlessly beautiful figures instantly flanked and moved up from different directions.

The five six-star Holy Angels surrounded the Third Prince in the air.

The pure white battle armors on their bodies, which were already dazzling to the extreme, erupted at this moment with brilliance a thousand times more dazzling than the scorching sun.

"Following my god's will, the light of Judgment descends."

The five of them uniformly raised the holy swords in their hands high above their heads.

Obscure and solemn holy chanting echoed above this blood-soaked canyon.

The sky suddenly changed color.

The firmament, which was originally dyed dark red by the Void Realm army, was forcefully torn apart by an incomparably pure Divine Power.

Five huge pillars of Holy Light exceeding one kilometer in diameter crashed heavily onto the bodies of the five angels.

In the blinding Holy Light, five phantom images soaring ten thousand zhang high slowly condensed and formed.

Those were the phantom images of the Twelve-Winged Judgment angels!

Behind every phantom image stretched twelve giant light wings that blocked out the sky, holding Judgment swords thousands of zhang long in their hands, their faces blurred, yet exuding an aura of absolute rationality and ruthless slaughter.

[Judgment of Justice: Summon a temporary twelve-winged Judgment angel phantom to fight for you. The phantom possesses 50% of the body's attributes, lasting for 1 minute.]

Even if it was just a phantom, only possessing half of the original's combat power, under the terrifying enhancement of triple all-attributes from the [ascension amulet], the pressure emitted by these five twelve-winged Judgment angel phantoms had completely surpassed the limit of ninth-tier deities, truly touching the threshold of the Heavenly God!

Violent winds howled, and Divine Power was like an ocean.

Third Prince Moye's wild laughter instantly froze on his face.

His scarlet eyeballs stared fixedly at those five grand phantoms filling the entire sky, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty, and his originally arrogant aura vanished instantly like a flame doused by ice water.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!" Third Prince Moye shivered violently, his hands frantically clawing at the dark purple light shield in front of him, completely oblivious to his fingernails rolling back and bleeding,

"This is... Twelve wings? The twelve-winged Judgment angels rumored to belong only under the command of the Lord of Light?! How could you, a demi-god, summon such a thing!!"

"Rend."

Fang Chuan did not give any explanation, his thin lips parting slightly to spit out a cold word.

The five twelve-winged Judgment angel phantoms moved at the same time.

Five Judgment swords thousands of zhang long hacked heavily from five different directions onto the light shield supported by the Void Realm heart.

"Crack—!"

A crisp cracking sound exploded across the suffocatingly silent battlefield.

The dark purple light shield, claimed to be absolute defense below the Heavenly God, suddenly dented inward at an extremely exaggerated arc the moment it contacted the five Judgment swords, and then, dense cracks spread wildly across the surface of the light shield like a spider web.

The pitch-black heart protecting Third Prince Moye's chest suddenly let out a wail as shrill as an infant crying, its thick blood vessels bursting inch by inch on the surface, spraying large gouts of foul-smelling black blood.

Third Prince Moye's knees went soft, and he collapsed straight to the ground on his knees.

He knew that this defense couldn't hold on!

He was going to die here.

He was going to die here!!

Although the Void Zerg royal family mastered the art of reincarnation and could be resurrected in the imperial court after death.

However! The price of that reincarnation art was outrageously expensive.

What was even more terrifying was that after resurrection, one's own Divine Kingdom Rank would permanently drop, and even the originally awakened top-tier Divine Kingdom talent would be demoted!

In this Void royal family where the strong prey upon the weak and brothers crush each other for the throne, once his talent was demoted and he lost power, the fate of him, the arrogant Third Prince, would definitely be ten thousand times more miserable than dying on this battlefield.

He would be kept in captivity like a dog by those brothers he used to step on, wishing death were better than life.

"No... Stop! Hurry up and stop!"

Third Prince Moye finally collapsed. His eyes were bloodshot, and he desperately threw himself at the edge of the light shield, looking up like a pathetic worm at Fang Chuan on the back of the Dragon, his voice shrill to the extreme.

"Spare me! As long as you spare me!" Third Prince Moye howled incoherently, his hands frantically beating against the crack-filled light shield,

"I can swear to the Supreme Rules that from now on, our Void Zerg will never harass the Dragon country's Demigod War Zone again! As for the fact that you killed so many royals and Darkborn royal family members, I can persuade my Imperial Father to let bygones be bygones after I go back!"

Seeing that Fang Chuan was still expressionless, Third Prince Moye added hurriedly: "Don't you guys in the Dragon country just want resources?! I'll give them to you! I'll give you all the Faith values and all the Divine Kingdom building cards in my personal treasury! As long as you spare my life!"

Standing on the Dragon head, Fang Chuan looked down at Third Prince Moye's ugly appearance covered in snot and tears, remaining incomparably indifferent.

He did not immediately order the angels to strike the final sword, but instead turned his head slightly, his gaze slowly sweeping across the scarred Seventh Canyon.

On the dilapidated city walls, blood dyed every brick and stone into a startling dark red.

His vision fell on Qin Yao. This once arrogant proud daughter of heaven was currently leaning against the ruins covered in blood, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly, her bright eyes revealing deep exhaustion and grief.

And around her, there were mutilated remains of Dragon country soldiers everywhere.

Some demi-god warriors even had their Divine Kingdoms completely crushed, their corpses mixed with the remains of alien insects and beasts, maintaining a posture of perishing together with the enemy until death.

In the smoke of war, it seemed that the unyielding War Cries issued by those young warriors burning their lives resolutely to protect their homeland were still echoing.

Fang Chuan's gaze fell back onto Third Prince Moye, and the killing intent in the depths of his eyes boiled wildly like a volcanic eruption.

He knew very well that Third Prince Moye's begging for mercy was not because he realized that his slaughter of the Dragon country soldiers was wrong, but because he now knew he was going to die.

If the one surrounded here today was Fang Chuan, would Third Prince Moye show mercy because of Fang Chuan's begging for mercy?

Absolutely impossible.

If today, to avoid the so-called all-out war, this principal culprit was let go, then how could he, Fang Chuan, have the face to face the compatriots in the canyon who died without complete corpses?!

How could he have the face to see the widows and orphans in the rear waiting bitterly for their loved ones to return?!

Peace was never traded through compromise and charity, but fought out with fists and blood on a battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Making the enemy terrified, hurt, and driven to extinction—that was true peace.

"Spare you?"

Fang Chuan's voice was light and gentle, yet it exuded a bone-chilling coldness, clearly entering Third Prince Moye's ears.

A flash of hopeful ecstasy crossed Third Prince Moye's eyes, and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Let me go back, this is good for everyone!"

The corners of Fang Chuan's mouth curled into a cruel sneer.

"You'd better go down yourself and ask the Dragon country martyrs who died at your hands to see if they agree."

The ecstasy on Third Prince Moye's face instantly turned into extreme madness.

"You're crazy!!" Third Prince Moye roared violently, "You killed me and so many people of our royal family. Do you want to tear faces between the Dragon country and the Void Zerg and Darkborn Race, completely starting a divine war?!"

"You in the Dragon country simply cannot withstand the wrath of both races!"

"As long as you let me back, we Void Zerg will hand over this Demigod War Zone on a platter! We will retreat thirty million miles! Is even this not okay?!"

"You talk too much nonsense." Fang Chuan's eyes were icy cold, turning a deaf ear to Third Prince Moye's roaring and threats.

Although that Void Realm heart was full of cracks, it was still putting up a stubborn resistance, and the surrounding spatial barriers had been corroded to extreme thinness, faintly revealing the aura of spatial turbulence.

Dragging it out might really allow this cunning alien prince to activate some backup plan and escape.

Fang Chuan no longer held anything back.

"Holy Angels, the whole army form Ranks!"

Fang Chuan shouted in a deep voice.

In mid-air, five ten-winged Holy Angels descended once more.

A full ten six-star angels shook the heavens with their pressure!

"Judgment of Justice, gather!"

The ten twelve-winged Judgment angel phantoms struck at the same time.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless huge light swords poured down like a Flurry.

That Void Realm heart, claimed to be absolute defense below the Heavenly God, finally let out a final, overwhelmed wail after suffering less than ten seconds of wild bombardment.

"Bang—!"

The black heart completely exploded into a foul-smelling blood mist, along with that layer of dark purple light shield which instantly vanished into ashes.

Third Prince Moye, losing protection, had his body immediately burned by the holy fire in this heaven-destroying and earth-shattering holy blaze.

"Ahhhhh—!"

Third Prince Moye let out a shrill scream to the extreme. His eye sockets, burned until only hollows remained, stared fixedly at Fang Chuan, and using the last bit of Soul Power, he issued an extremely venomous curse.

"Human! You will regret this! Idiot... My Imperial Father... The deities of my race... will definitely you...!"

The voice came to an abrupt stop.

The holy flame swept past, and Third Prince Moye was completely obliterated, dying without even a single scrap left.

[Ding! Triggered Fortune Eight Synergy, dropping a prismatic orb!]