Just then.
Above the Foreign-Race Divine Kingdom, a massive phantom slowly condensed.
Haguru—had appeared.
"Human Race God!" His voice carried suppressed fury and resentment.
"We've fought to this point. Isn't that enough? If this continues, even if you seize my Divine Kingdom Core, you still won't make up for your losses!"
The next moment, Yang Fan's consciousness descended along the coordinates.
He stood high in the sky, his figure expanding until he matched the other.
The two Demigods faced each other from afar, and the air itself seemed to freeze.
Haguru stared fixedly at Yang Fan, killing intent and hatred intertwining in his eyes. "You... finally showed yourself!"
Yang Fan rolled his neck, his expression calm, but his tone sharp as a blade.
"Your Divine Kingdom Core—I am taking it."
Haguru's face darkened as he said coldly, "The defenses here were built with more than a hundred Divinity Points. Even if your followers are stronger and you possess a C-Rank Formation, so what? Breaking through this place will still cost you dearly—you are really willing to pay that price?"
Instead, Yang Fan gave a soft laugh.
"More than a hundred Divinity Points?"
His gaze was indifferent, carrying a trace of mockery.
"You really are... poor."
"What do you mean?" Haguru's pupils contracted.
"Nothing." Yang Fan waved a hand, his tone calm. "I just can't be bothered wasting any more time with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he lightly snapped his fingers.
The next instant, space shook violently! Another five hundred million followers descended with a thunderous roar!
The vast army surged like a tide, its momentum towering to the heavens!
At the very rear of the formation, one hundred thousand Adult Elves stood in neat ranks, longbows in hand, their auras sharp and fierce.
The sight made a