"Who are you?"
The Silverstone God looked at Zhao Fu with a solemn expression and asked. She understood that Zhao Fu was terrifying, and he carried the scent of blood, as though he had killed someone not long ago.
Zhao Fu answered with a faint smile, "The one who has come to subdue you!"
The Silverstone God snorted coldly. "You want to subdue me? Then show me what you can do."
Still smiling, Zhao Fu directly erupted with a powerful aura and rushed before the Silverstone Goddess. His sword carried terrifying sword force as it slashed toward her.
The Silverstone Goddess was startled and hurriedly raised her spear to block.
Bang!
The Silverstone Goddess was struck down to the ground by the slash, smashing out a ten-meter-wide crater. Rocks shot in every direction as dust filled the air.
"Lady Goddess!"
The soldiers rushing over from all around were alarmed. Their auras erupted as they prepared to attack Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu gave a disdainful smile, about to begin another slaughter.
"Stand down!"
The Silverstone Goddess rose from the crater, a trace of blood at the corner of her lips. If her soldiers charged forward, they would only be throwing their lives away. They could not harm Zhao Fu in the slightest, because the gap in their strength was simply too great.
Zhao Fu also turned his gaze toward the Silverstone Goddess.
"Ah!"
The Silverstone Goddess raised her spear and cried out. Erupting with all her strength, countless silver arcs of lightning flashed into existence, covering an area more than ten meters wide.
An immense power poured into the spear. The weapon she held aloft emitted a faint silver glow, arcs of lightning winding around it with an aura of destruction that filled the surrounding soldiers with fear.
Gripping the spear,