Endless divine radiance filled heaven and earth, the void collapsed, the Great Dao roared, and boundless Great Dao Runes surged like an exploding sun. The force of destruction shook the heavens and earth.
"Heavy Artifact!"
The pupils of the Great Saint-level golden condor charging toward Water Cloud City constricted violently. He screamed, every feather on his body standing on end.
He was merely a Great Saint whose Dao stood six or seven thousand zhang tall. Even ten lives would not be enough to survive the bombardment of a Heavy Artifact.
"Damn beast!"
The golden condor Great Saint's face turned green. What virtue or ability did he possess to deserve dying beneath a Heavy Artifact? Such a thing should at least be used to bombard a half-step Saint King expert; otherwise, it was a waste.
"Golden Condor, run!"
"Damn it, hadn't Wei Fan already used one Heavy Artifact? Where did he get so many Heavy Artifacts?"
The distant Demon Saints roared. Their faces were filled with terror, yet their hearts were also flooded with relief. Earlier, they had thought the credit for killing Wei Fan would be snatched away by the golden condor Great Saint. Now, they were only glad that they had not rushed over first.
Naturally, the golden condor Great Saint was fleeing. In his panic, he had already revealed his true form. His mountain-like demon body beat its wings and shot through the sky, slicing open the firmament as he fled hundreds of zhang in an instant.
Yet it was useless. If Heavy Artifacts could be avoided, they would not be one of the foundations of Martial Emperor forces. Other than taking them head-on, there were rarely any ways to evade them. Moreover, this was something Wei Fan had unleashed. Even a Saint King could only take it