Great Black Heaven pondered for a moment, carefully sensing his surroundings to make sure there were only these people nearby.
With his divine power, a casual sweep could extend across a radius of a thousand kilometers.
The living beings in this region were pitifully weak. The strongest had not even reached level seven; only the few people before him possessed any real strength.
Yet something was strange. He could sense a faintly familiar aura in the surroundings, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not recall what it was. And if it felt familiar to him, its owner ought to have been extremely powerful.
But there truly was no one stronger nearby.
He drew a deep breath, a thousand thoughts flashing through his mind in the space of lightning and flint.
He raised his head and looked at the Light airship before him. That thing posed the greatest threat to him. He had to find a way to take it down first—or that relatively weaker level-nine fighter.
With that thought, he suddenly bellowed, "This god has fought across hundreds of worlds in the Southern and Northern Domains, yet I have stumbled twice in your tiny world. This time, I will surely conquer you."
He raised his wrist, and the terrifying pseudo-divine artifact in his hand swept across the sky, exuding an incomparably dark, venomous, wicked, horrifying aura.
He pointed at the golden tower ship, and his body suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was already before the golden tower ship. His longsword stretched across the sky, raised high overhead. A beam of condensed energy burst from its blade, thousands of meters long, and with the speed of thunder beyond the cover of one's ears, it cleaved vertically toward the golden tower ship.
As that sword descended, every ray