In just ten minutes, eight powerful figures arrived.
None of them belonged to the Eight-Star Heavenly King Organization, yet all possessed strength beyond the Three Thousand Worlds Level.
One of them even possessed nine planes.
They were only one plane away from reaching Plane Level.
Moreover, these powerful figures were all Cowherd Star's die-hard, brainless fans.
The moment they arrived, they followed Cowherd Star's orders and launched frenzied attacks against Han Wu without bothering to distinguish black from white.
All of them hoped to win Cowherd Star's smile by killing Han Wu.
There were men and women among them, old and young, humans and beasts. One of the powerful figures even possessed the bloodline of a tentacled monster.
An image of Cowherd Star playing with that tentacled monster somehow popped into Han Wu's mind, and he immediately threw up.
For a moment, he could not tell whether these powerful figures played wildly, or Cowherd Star played more wildly.
Battles between powerful figures had always been incomparably fierce.
Especially under the siege of eight powerful figures, Han Wu was struck time and again, his aura growing weaker and weaker.
Yet he felt neither regret nor panic.
So what if this Plane Body died here?
Han Wu had come here to verify the accuracy of the intelligence.
Now, he had confirmed that Cowherd Star was the owner of the Gold-Burning Den, and that Cowherd Star had personally come to the Gold-Burning Den.
That was enough!
Amid Han Wu's bursts of laughter, the attacks of the eight powerful figures crashed down upon him one after another.
Han Wu's Plane Body was about to die. Only at the very end did he choose to self-destruct.
With a thunderous boom, the violent explosion shook the entire Wind and Dust Civilization.
Of the eight powerful figures,