Before the Rebellion Army here could recover their senses, Fan Lang unleashed a second, third, and countless further waves of soul attacks.
Wave after wave of soul attacks swept outward, bringing death and disaster.
Some people barely withstood the first wave, only to be killed by the attacks that followed.
A great number of corpses toppled to the ground, carpeting the area. This method of killing was rather environmentally friendly—there was not even any blood.
The Great Wise King, hidden within the Military Fortress, was dumbfounded. Just moments ago, there had been a vast army, yet in the blink of an eye, so many had died.
The place where he stood was protected by layers upon layers of defenses, greatly offsetting the soul attacks released by Fan Lang. Even so, he was still affected, and his head felt as though it were splitting apart.
"No! They cannot die! These are all my soldiers! Without them, who will fight the enemy for me?"
"Someone, hurry and kill this Fan Lang! We cannot let him keep killing! Western Heaven God Kingdom! Snowmoon God Kingdom! Where have all your experts gone?"
The Great Wise King's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared into the communication device.
Even without his urging, the two God Kingdoms would act. After all, they had suffered devastating losses as well, with countless dead.
"Fan Lang! This general will take your head!"
With a thunderous roar, a huge, fat figure descended from the sky. Holding a spherical golden hammer, he smashed it furiously toward Fan Lang's head. The golden hammer carried all sorts of law-destroying effects and could easily shatter space. He was a Great General of the Snowmoon God Kingdom, renowned within its military for his fierce and domineering martial arts.
Fan Lang looked up, gazing exceptionally calmly at