112: Chapter 112 Kill them all

At the same time, the battle among the three deities, including Xin Zhao, also came to an end.

Xin Zhao was truly a veteran fierce general who suppressed the western border, and his combat power was definitely among the top tier of ninth-rank deities.

Even fighting two against one, facing Pulong of the Void Zerg and Wang Gong of the Darkborn Race, he still maintained an overwhelming advantage.

At this moment, the appearances of Pulong and Wang Gong were extremely miserable.

Wang Gong's proud dark red fleshy wings were forcibly rended in half, and his left eye was even gouged into a bloody hole by Xin Zhao's long spear. Right now, he was staring at Xin Zhao with a vicious and panicked look using his only remaining solitary eye.

Pulong was not much better off. His proud purple-black scales peeled off in large areas, and purple divine blood continuously gushed from the corners of his mouth. There was a bowl-sized transparent hole on his chest, from which wisps of spear radiance were seeping out, preventing the wound from healing.

What made them even more desperate was the aura transmitted from the battlefield below.

Just moments ago, the weak Divine Soul fluctuation of Third Prince Moye completely extinguished like a dying candle in the wind.

Not only Third Prince Moye, but the auras of the other seventeen imperial Family members representing the future hope of the two races had also completely vanished!

"Xin Zhao! Are you crazy?!"

Wang Gong's remaining solitary eye became bloodshot from extreme anger, and he roared like a mad beast, his voice carrying an undisguised tremor. "You actually dared to kill the Third Prince and all of them! Do you really want to start a full-scale war between the two races?!"

Wang Gong tightly covered his bleeding left eye, and the blood overflowing from between his fingers dripped into the Void Realm.

"Your Dragon Country has gone too far this time! Dead... completely dead! I will truthfully report everything that happened here to my Emperor. Xin Zhao, your Dragon Country should prepare to face endless fury and wait for a full-scale war!"

Xin Zhao sneered, abruptly resting his long spear against the Void Realm, shattering a large area of space.

"Gone too far?"

Xin Zhao's voice was like rolling thunder, mixed with endless mockery and iciness. "When you beasts crossed the border line and ran onto the territory of my Dragon Country to slaughter our people, why didn't you think you were going too far?! Now that your brats have been butchered, you know how to feel heartache?"

Xin Zhao flicked the tip of his spear, pointing directly at Pulong's throat. "Get the situation straight! This is the Demigod War Zone, a battlefield! Since you chose to step in here, you must have the awareness of being chopped into minced meat! Those imperial princes of yours raised in greenhouses wanted to learn from others to snatch military achievements, and died because their skills were inferior. They deserved to die!"

Pulong looked at the sharp spear tip pressed right in front of his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling.

He knew that the situation had completely gotten out of control.

"Xin Zhao, go ahead and be stubborn here."

Pulong gritted his teeth, forcefully suppressing the Terrify and anger in his heart, and stared fiercely at Xin Zhao. "When the armies of our two races arrive at the border of Dragon Country, I hope you can still be as tough as you are now!"

Pulong dared not continue fighting.

Matters had come to this; the Third Prince was dead, and this was an irrecoverable dead end.

Even if the Zerg Emperor had long known about this matter through the shattering of the Soul Jade Slip, as a ninth-rank deity responsible for cover, his fate upon returning this time probably wouldn't be good either.

"Let's go!"

Pulong shouted loudly.

He grabbed Wang Gong, who was still furiously raging impotently beside him, and abruptly crushed a realm-breaking teleportation talisman.

A cluster of black-and-red twisted light instantly enveloped their bodies, and the moment before Xin Zhao's spear tip touched them, they directly escaped into the depths of the Void Realm, fleeing in a sorry state.

Xin Zhao looked at the spatial ripples where the two had disappeared and did not make a move to stop them.

Forcefully detangling two ninth-rank deities fighting back to the death would likely cost him an extremely painful price, and there was no need for that.

He let out a long breath of turbid air and put away the Divine Kingdom barrier behind him.

On the edge of the charred earth, a breeze whipped up a thick smell of blood.

Xin Zhao's figure flashed, landing beside Fang Chuan with a tense face.

He raised his eyes and swept a glance across the battlefield below.

Among the tens of thousands of alien remnant soldiers surrounded by Fang Chuan's more than twenty thousand Five-star Believers, every single minute and second, hundreds to thousands of demigods let out shrill screams and fell to the earth.

Blood gathered into streams, seeping into the cracks of the canyon.

Hearing the sound of breaking air, Fang Chuan turned his head and saw that it was Xin Zhao, revealing a polite and gentle smile.

"General Xin, you've come at just the right time."

Fang Chuan pointed at the defeated alien troops below who had completely lost their fighting spirit,

"The main force of these eight hundred thousand troops has been mostly cleared out by me, and the leading eighteen imperial Family members have all been brought to justice. The remaining thirty or forty thousand people have completely collapsed into a routed army. General Xin, how do you think they should be dealt with?"

When Xin Zhao heard the sentence "the eighteen imperial Family members have all been brought to justice," the corners of his eyes twitched wildly and uncontrollably.

Looking at Fang Chuan's nonchalant expression, his heart was practically roaring crazily: Holy crap! You slaughtered the younger generation of two major families and poked such a huge hornet's nest, and now you come running over to ask me how to dispose of the remnant soldiers?! As a frontline commander, I feel like I can't handle this blame at all!

If this were in the past, capturing one or two alien princes would definitely lead the higher-ups of the Zhenxi Army to weigh the pros and cons, extort a huge amount of resources, and then let them go.

But this fellow was good; he directly chopped up all eighteen of them.

"This kid, why is his courage so big..."

As for the remaining three or forty thousand defeated remnant soldiers.

Xin Zhao swept a glance at them, a trace of disgust flashing deep in his eyes.

"Many thanks to Major General Fang for taking action today to relieve this annihilating disaster for my Seventh Canyon."

Xin Zhao slightly cupped his fists, then glanced downward. "These low-level demigods are of no significance to keep. They can't pull out any good things from their hands, and they don't even have the qualification to be used as hostages to extort the lower classes. Keeping them will only waste food and manpower for guarding."

"Kill them all, to eliminate future troubles."

This time it was Fang Chuan's turn to be slightly surprised.

He originally thought that an old-fashioned general in a high position like Xin Zhao would choose to induce surrender or detain this batch of people to make an issue out of it, out of concern for the impact.

"Kill them all? Not leaving a single one?"

Fang Chuan raised his eyebrows. "Not leaving a few thousand to exchange for money?"

The corners of Xin Zhao's mouth twitched again, and he said somewhat helplessly, "The valuable fat sheep have all died under your sword. Mere hundreds of thousands of demigods, killing them is killing them, nothing to regret. What's more, their hands are stained with the blood of our Dragon Country soldiers, so we don't need prisoners."

Speaking of this, Xin Zhao paused. "I am at the deity rank, suppressed by the rules of the Demigod War Zone, and my actions are restricted when I attack. This house-clearing work will probably have to trouble Major General Fang. I'll go down first to pacify the surviving soldiers of the Seventh Canyon base and reorganize the defense line along the way."

Before leaving, Xin Zhao glanced at the various treasures that almost filled the entire bottom of the large canyon.

"Goodness gracious..."

Xin Zhao couldn't help clicking his tongue in his heart. "Just these left-over ownerless items, if gathered up, would be enough for the national military department to pile up several more reorganized demigod legions."

However, Xin Zhao understood the rules very well. The battle achievements won by Fang Chuan were something he would never overstep and taint in the slightest before Fang Chuan spoke.

He slightly nodded toward Fang Chuan, his figure flashed, turning into a stream of light that plunged into the dilapidated base ruins below.

Fang Chuan watched Xin Zhao leave, turned his head to look at the trembling remnant aliens, his gentle expression instantly withdrawing and replaced by a cold hunter posture.

He fully agreed with Xin Zhao's words.

No prisoners were needed.

He was still too kind; benevolence does not command troops, and one should ruthlessly suppress and kill enemies!

"It seems that you cannot be kept either."

Fang Chuan slightly raised his hand.

In mid-air, those ten Six-star Holy Angels that had been on standby simultaneously raised their cold golden eyes.

"Clear the field."

Fang Chuan snapped his fingers crisply.

Boom!

Ten pure white holy fire Sword Qi, like execution blades descending from the sky, exploded thunderously among the alien remnant soldiers.

The continuous screams lasted for less than five minutes before completely falling into dead silence.

Rows of white and golden magic spheres once again emerged from the piles of corpses, all of which were collected into Fang Chuan's bag.

"Fighting wars still makes money the fastest."

Fang Chuan looked at the data on the System panel that jumped up another section again, happily licking his dry lips, a dangerous ambition flashing in his deep eyes.

"The gravy in the Demigod War Zone is only this much. When I go back this time and finish digesting the resources, make a Breakthrough to a high-grade deity..."

Fang Chuan gazed far into the distant end of the Void Realm, where the true base camps of the Void Zerg and the Darkborn Race were located.

"In the lairs of those two so-called higher races, should be able to drop top-tier rewards, right?"

The crisis of the Seventh Canyon was resolved, and the world-shaking battle came to an end, but what Fang Chuan did not know was that the news of him slaughtering the eighteen imperial families was crazily spreading outward.

When the high-levels of Dragon Country saw the ten Six-star Holy Angels following beside Fang Chuan, they immediately couldn't sit still anymore.