"Almost done!"
Fang Mo watched as more than half of the Heavenly Venerates were dead or injured, and the holy realm experts were all practically battered and fighting a desperate battle under heavy suppression, with many already suffering heavy wounds.
"These people are still somewhat useful..."
His goal was not to destroy this world, but to conquer it. The more powerhouses there were, the better their odds of facing the Abyssal Domain in the future.
"Surrender, or die!"
Wielding the Ancestral Dragon Blade, Fang Mo stood above the void, his ten-thousand-foot Dharma form blotting out the sky. His voice resonated like heavenly decrees through the heart of everyone who had been suppressed.
Void Saint, Xuanyue, Burning Heaven Saint, and the others all raised their heads to look at the sky, where that towering Dharma form gazed down upon the entire world like a divine king.
"Dream on! I am Chi Tianchou, a saint of the Northern Wasteland Realm. How could I ever bow my head to an outer realm devil god like you!"
The red-haired holy realm powerhouse pointed his sword straight up at the sky, his eyes filled with hatred and fury.
He was a native holy realm giant of the Northern Wasteland Realm who had lived for tens of thousands of years. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
A terrifying pressure descended. Chi Tianchou spat a mouthful of fresh blood and flew backward, crashing heavily into a large mountain before coughing up another mouthful of blood.
"I, Chi Tianchou, will never surrender!"
Roaring, Chi Tianchou burned his holy power and shot straight up into the sky toward the golden body of the Dharma form.
"It's Chi Tianchou!"
"Chi Tianchou, no, stop!"
Azure Lotus Sword Saint clutched his sword in one hand while pressing a hand to his