All four of you, come at me at once!
"Clang!"
Fang Xian's casual sword strike was blocked by a demonic claw that suddenly appeared.
His eyes narrowed slightly; protecting Lucifer was a burly demon.
The demon had curved, sharp horns on its head, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.
Its facial features were somewhat distorted, its eyes large and round, its pupils burning with an inextinguishable flame.
Its skin was a dark, dull color, like metal stained by darkness, or like dried scabs, exuding an aura of evil.
A pair of enormous black bat wings stretched out from its back, their membranes covered with strange patterns.
Its limbs were thick and powerful, its fingers and toes like sharp eagle claws. The demonic claw that blocked the "Xuanyuan Sword" was a weapon radiating immense power.
Although Fang Xian's strike was casual, its power was beyond what ordinary weapons could withstand. This demonic claw was very likely
—a super artifact.
The elders from various races who had rushed over from afar were all astonished to see Tianweis in the sky.
"Who is he? How can he possess such a sacred aura? I couldn't help but want to kneel in reverence."
"You couldn't help but? I already have..."
"It's normal that you don't recognize him. He is the leader of the Angel race—the Angel God."
"Holy crap! The Angel God has appeared. No wonder he's so sacred."
"Look, that's Fang Xian in the crater below."
"Damn, Lucifer looks like he's about to die?"
"This is terrifying. How many seconds have passed? The battle is already decided?"
"It seems Fang Xian's strength is already among the top-tier combatants in the Great Thousand World."
"Without a doubt, the world is about to change."
"Who is that blocking Fang Xian's attack? Such an evil aura."
"It's him! The Demon Emperor—Satan!"
"Heavens! First the Angel God, now the Demon Emperor, they've all been alerted."
"But why is the Demon Emperor stopping Fang Xian from killing Lucifer?"
"I don't know, let's wait and see."
...
"Young friend Fang Xian, I am the leader of the Demon Clan—the Demon Emperor Satan. Please show mercy."
Satan frowned. He thought he could easily block Fang Xian's casual sword strike, but the commotion from his "super artifact" claw made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.
His purpose in appearing here was simple, like Tianwei's—to save Lucifer.
Although Lucifer was an angel, she was a fallen angel, possessing extreme dark power.
Now that she has broken through to become the only twelve-winged fallen angel in history, one can imagine how powerful her dark power is.
If Satan can find a way to advance his dark power through Lucifer, then the demon race will be able to reach a new level.
Fang Xian was slightly surprised. So it was the Demon Emperor Satan. No wonder he could withstand his attack.
However, he wasn't afraid. They were not even as strong as the twelve-winged fallen angel Lucifer, so what could they do to him?
His eyes were indifferent, and he casually flicked the "Xuanyuan Sword."
The Demon Emperor Satan was on high alert and hurriedly used his demonic claws to defend himself.
"Bang!"
Satan was sent flying, spinning two and a half times in the air before regaining his footing.
He stared at Fang Xian in disbelief, utterly shocked by his immense strength.
Tianweisi's pupils also contracted slightly; he knew the Demon Emperor's strength all too well.
Fang Xian had sent the Demon Emperor flying with a mere casual strike, demonstrating just how terrifying Fang Xian's power was.
Not only were they astonished, but even the surrounding elders and those in the various races' livestream rooms were deeply shocked.
The strongest beings in the Great Thousand Worlds were like ants before Fang Xian, easily manipulated—it was utterly terrifying.
"Young friend Fang Xian, why don't we sit down and discuss this properly?"
Tianweis flashed in front of Fang Xian, hurriedly trying to dissuade him.
"Simply killing Lucifer won't benefit either of us."
Satan steadied his trembling claws, quickly flying down and echoing,
"That's right, young friend Fang Xian, Lucifer must be hiding many secrets. Why don't we make a deal with you? Name your price."
Fang Xian's eyes narrowed slightly. The leaders of the angelic and demonic races, who were supposed to be irreconcilable enemies, were actually on the same side. The twelve-winged fallen angel Lucifer held a far greater allure for them than usual.
The twelve-winged fallen angels were undoubtedly stronger than the Angel Gods and Demon Emperors, and their assistance to them would be immense.
However, Fang Xian had already gathered all the materials for the "Chaotic Divine Body," and there was no need for him to create a hidden danger for himself because of the twelve-winged fallen angels.
Since Lucifer could not be contracted by him, he had to die.
Fang Xian coldly looked at Tianweis and Satan, slowly raising the "Xuanyuan Sword" in his hand, pointing it at them.
"Lucifer must die, and anyone who obstructs him
will be killed without mercy."
Upon hearing these words, Tianweis and Satan both felt a tangible killing intent.
That killing intent was beyond their ability to withstand.
Just as they hesitated, another spatial rift appeared in the sky.
A burly middle-aged man, exuding an aura of death, slowly stepped out.
He wore red robes, a crown, pale skin, blood-red eyes, and a fierce, angry expression.
He held a roulette wheel in one hand and a decree in the other.
His appearance sent chills down the spines of everyone present, causing them to gasp in horror.
"Such terrifying death energy! I feel like I'm about to die."
"Me too, it's so uncomfortable, what's going on?"
"Who is he?"
"The leader of the Strange Race, the Strange God—White Yama."
"My god! Another big shot."
"First the Angel God, then the Demon Emperor, and now this Strange God, what year is this?"
"Will there be another big shot appearing later?"
"Holy crap! Your words are blessed, it really is here."
A dragon's roar echoed through the heavens.
"Clang!"
A gigantic five-clawed golden dragon crashed through space and shot out.
The five-clawed golden dragon slowly shrank, becoming the size of a human.
He was tall and slender, with a noble and extraordinary aura, exuding an innate kingly presence.
His hair was thick and black, bound with a golden crown, and he wore magnificent golden robes embroidered with exquisite dragon patterns.
Two pairs of golden dragon horns on his forehead clearly indicated his race.
This man was none other than the leader of the Dragon Clan, the Dragon God King—Long Ling'ao.
Of the five major regions of the Great Thousand World, three regional leaders and a top-tier lord had now gathered—a truly rare sight.
They had come here with only one common purpose:
—to protect Lucifer.
Long Ling'ao smiled, his voice gentle.
"Young friend Fang Xian, could you spare Lucifer's life? We are willing to make a price."
The Demon God Bai Yanluo nodded, his voice low and deep.
"Young friend Fang Xian, letting Lucifer go in exchange for the treasures of the four great races is a sure-fire way to make a profit. We hope you will consider it."
Fang Xian slightly raised his head, looking at the four top experts, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Lucifer, I'm determined to kill him, and no one can stop me."
"I said it."