The path of martial arts was one of constantly surpassing one's past self.
Fan Lang's attack this time surpassed everything he had done before, raising its destructive power to an entirely new level. The entire Universe Six Paths trembled, plunging into an apocalyptic crisis.
Even in the face of such a powerful strike, the World Creation Demon God remained at ease. Smiling, he said, "A futile struggle only makes you more of a laughingstock."
As he spoke, the World Creation Demon God raised a finger and pressed it directly against the tip of Fan Lang's thrusting sword.
Boom!!!
The full destructive power of Fan Lang's attack was reflected back at him, forming a massive shockwave that swept across billions of light-years and destroyed every star in its path. Its lingering force even pierced the universe's barrier, striking beyond the universe and stirring the Exotic Matter outside.
Fan Lang suffered the backlash of the impact, and his entire body shattered inch by inch. The tip of the Zhao Ling Sword in his hand snapped apart, while his armor and the Six Paths Demon Slaughtering Cannon above his head melted away. Even the Dharma Disc within his body cracked.
That attack had still failed to harm the World Creation Demon God in the slightest. Instead, it left Fan Lang severely wounded.
This was the result of giving everything he had.
"Look at the state you've reduced the universe to. You've saved me quite a bit of trouble," the World Creation Demon God said with a click of his tongue.
Fan Lang's body trembled. He blasted away the obstructing matter around him, then hovered in the air, gripping the broken Zhao Ling Sword as he struggled to hold his shattered body together.
It was over.
There was no chance of victory.
He could