"Absolutely do not let him escape. If he escapes, we won't obtain a single bit of the treasures from the Tianwu Treasury. Making a trip for nothing."
Seeing Fang Han instantly kill Yuan Wuzui, numerous experts began to roar. At the same time, they revolved the magic power within their bodies, and various types of magical treasures converged into a torrent, striking toward Fang Han and the Human Emperor Pen.
Although the "Fix" character written by the Human Emperor Pen was formidable, a fierce tiger cannot fend off a pack of wolves. Moreover, among these experts, there were some unfathomable individuals. For example, Su Xiuyi's Earth Emperor Magic could remain unaffected by the Human Emperor Pen, and there were also some experts who carried body-protecting magical talismans on them.
That "Desolate God King" had tyrannical power and could also fight to the death with the Human Emperor Pen.
With the power of all these people condensed together, it was fully sufficient to blast a large hole in heaven and earth.
Fang Han's momentum breaking outward was immediately obstructed. Densely packed brilliance of magical treasures shot over overwhelmingly, shrouding his entire body. Among them, it was unknown how many Dao Artifacts there were, and there were even lightning explosions of the level of the "Nine Sons and Mothers All Heavens Secret Demon Divine Lightning."
Fang Han even saw a young man, tall and thin, with lifeless eyes, belonging to an unknown faction, striking at him. In an instant, he unleashed a flying sword array composed of a full thirteen Low-grade Dao Artifacts. The artifact spirits on each of these flying swords displayed a berserk aura. Ten transformed into a hundred, a hundred transformed into a thousand. While shrouding toward him, they locked onto his aura, and then these artifact spirits executed some unknown secret method and suddenly exploded.
Thirteen Low-grade Dao Artifacts exploded just like this. Completely destroyed, his face showed not a single bit of pity, as if he had discarded an inconsequential item.
For Fang Han right now, abandoning a sword array of thirteen Low-grade Dao Artifacts in an instant would be impossible.
This young man's cultivation was merely at the Grotto-Heaven Realm. Although an expert of mythical legend, he was not enough to be regarded in Fang Han's eyes. However, there was a certain powerful magical treasure on this young man's body, enabling him to handle situations with ease, allowing no one to harm him.
"This! Indeed, two fists cannot rival four hands. Even with the Yellow Spring Diagram, it is difficult for me to sustain. Fortunately, I killed Yuan Wuzui in one strike and seized the time crystal within his body, causing my strength to increase greatly and my laws of time to grow. Otherwise, it would be difficult to endure this."
Densely packed, an unknown number of divine abilities and heavy treasure lights bombarded onto the Samsara Disc, actually blasting the Samsara Disc apart. And Fang Qingxue's Immortal Ancient Lightning Cannon was also resisted.
"Kill!"
Treasure light flashed around the Human Emperor Pen, and it wrote the word "Kill" once again. Subsequently, it also wrote the word "Die," and wrote words like "Orphan" and "Maim"… Murderous characters continuously spun and soared toward the surroundings. Waves of vast power emitted outwards, while the Pure Yang primal energy Fang Han inputted into the Human Emperor Pen's body was consumed at an inconceivable speed.
For every stroke the Human Emperor Pen wrote, Fang Han felt that Pure Yang primal energy equivalent to hundreds of millions, even a billion, or billions of pills was consumed.
With such consumption, if he hadn't obtained the Key of the Desolate God, he would fundamentally be unable to sustain it. He would definitely be buried here today. However, having obtained the Key of the Desolate God made it different. No matter how the Human Emperor Pen consumed, he remained steadfast and unwavering.
"Retreat quickly!" Elder Star Emperor was greatly shocked and was the first to retreat.
And seeing the Human Emperor Pen display its might, Su Xiuyi and Ying Xiantian also had unsightly expressions and did not dare to meet its sharp edge. They were also afraid that if they were injured, someone would take advantage of the situation.
Some other dark shadows also scattered in succession.
Many experts knew its formidability and even withdrew their magical treasures.
"Good opportunity!" Fang Han turned the "Ancestor Sorcerer Mirror" in his hand. The Key of the Desolate God flowed continuously, his body shook, and the Pure Yang primal energy upon it shot fiercely once more. The Samsara Disc and the Immortal Ancient Lightning Cannon bombarded continuously forward, directly blasting open a passageway.
"Go!"
The Human Emperor Pen did not hesitate at this moment, wrapping up Fang Han. It let out consecutive long howls, wrote an "Empty" character in the air, and then its entire body instantly vanished, shuttling rapidly, touching the edge of the Tianwu Treasury. It felt the barrier of the treasure house.
Treasure houses generally had a situation where it was easy to enter but difficult to leave, resulting in being trapped to death within.
But now, having obtained the Key of the Desolate God, the numerous formations of the treasure house flowed without obstruction for Fang Han, as if he were the master of this treasure house.
"Want to run, how is that possible!"
Right at this moment, a gigantic fist manifested in front of the Human Emperor Pen. It was actually the Desolate God King again.
At the most critical moment, he blocked Fang Han's escape route, flashing out from the darkness. His body expanded to a full three thousand rods in height, and he used all his strength in a single punch. Within this punch, he actually unleashed a supreme Great Dao ultimate art of the God Race, created by the Progenitor Holy King of the God Race in an attempt to rival the Great Destiny Magic, "Gods Creating the World."
"The Gods create the world. What the Gods speak is the truth. What the Gods deem immortal shall endure eternally."
An ancient and echoing voice, accompanied by the scriptures of "Genesis," resonated from the sky, accompanied by a punch that suppressed the various heavens. This punch simply destroyed heaven and earth to create a world. This Desolate God King truly displayed his own power. He intended to thoroughly block Fang Han.
And beside the Desolate God King, Kunpeng and Taotie, the two Divine Beasts, also had red eyes. Killing intent manifested, power condensed upon their bodies, and they each unleashed their most powerful attacking methods.
"Swallowing Heaven and Spewing Earth!"
"Domineering Universe!"
These two Divine Beasts roared angrily. On each of their bodies, a portion of their lifespan was burning. These two, each possessed a full two hundred billion galloping fierce horses of power, fully double that of Fang Han's eighty billion. They were, after all, ancient Divine Beasts, and they had executed secret methods burning their lifespans.
Of course, now that Fang Han had obtained "Yuan Wuzui's" time law crystal, his cultivation was elevated. As long as he digested it, his power would increase further, and reaching a hundred billion would not be a difficult task.
But right now, he didn't have the time to consolidate his cultivation.
The attacks of Kunpeng and Taotie were extremely exquisite. They aimed to attack him unawares after the Desolate God King struck, and their target was not to kill Fang Han, but the "Ancestor Sorcerer Mirror" and the Key of the Desolate God in Fang Han's hands.
These two Divine Beasts were also cunning to the extreme.
"Gods Creating the World!" Fang Han deeply knew the formidability of this Dao art. Unleashed from the hands of the Desolate God King, it was an unknown number of times more perfected than when unleashed from his own hands. Furthermore, the Desolate God King was an expert of the World King Realm, almost the same as the "Doumu God Emperor." Other than lacking a Peerless Dao Artifact, his magic power was even above hers.
When the "Gods Creating the World" was unleashed, it fully caused the primal energy of heaven and earth to collapse madly, as if a punch had crushed the pillars supporting the firmament, causing the sky to lose its support and collapse.
Even the Human Emperor Pen was instantly swept into the scriptures of "Gods Creating the World," seemingly trapped for a moment, sealed inside another world.
Fang Han and Fang Qingxue instantly lost their most powerful protection and had to face the attacks of the two Divine Beasts alone. Although these two Divine Beasts were the same as Fang Han, at the Zhouguang Realm, the fourth tier of Longevity, under the condition of burning their lifespans, they were even more terrifying than human cultivators at the Creation Realm or even the Heaven Position Realm.
In an instant, Fang Han felt that the "Ancestor Sorcerer Mirror" in his hand was about to fly out of his grasp. To fall onto the bodies of the two great Divine Beasts. The timing chosen by these two great Divine Beasts was absolutely perfect.
"Not good!" Fang Han was immediately shocked in his heart, "Could the fruits of victory be snatched away by these two beasts?"
"The power of destiny, eternally immortal. The great river of destiny, running through past and present…" Subsequently, an even more echoing voice resonated, but it was Fang Qingxue beside him. While urging the City of Violent Lightning, she also urged the Minor Destiny Magic.
"The power of destiny, revolving the various heavens. The wheel of destiny, rotating the universe…" Without a second thought, Fang Han also burned his own lifespan again, activating the Minor Destiny Magic.
This time, he was risking his life.
Having just promoted to the "Zhouguang Realm," possessing a lifespan of two hundred and forty thousand years, Fang Han burned one hundred thousand years in an instant! That's right, not ten thousand years, but one hundred thousand years.
A full one hundred thousand years.
A power fully capable of making heaven and earth submit transformed and emerged from Fang Han's body. In the void, rifts opened everywhere. From those cracks flowed liquids of unknown color and smell. No one could name this liquid.
It seemed as if heaven and earth were bleeding, the blood of heaven!
The destiny of heaven and earth changed because of it. The power within Fang Han's body madly surged. His body also continuously became gigantic, his feet stepping on the universe, his hands holding state power, his mouth containing mountains and rivers, and his eyes containing the sun, moon, and stars.
Crack!
The attacks of the two Divine Beasts actually solidified in the air. The bodies of these two Divine Beasts could fundamentally not move at all, as if sealed by an invisible power.
"How is it possible, what secret method is this! To actually be so formidable, causing us to be unable to move! How can it be like this, our power is actually confined by a boy who has just entered the Zhouguang Realm. It cannot be, I truly cannot believe that this boy's explosive power is this strong. The Ancestor Sorcerer Mirror and the Key of the Desolate God are ours. Only we ancient Divine Beasts are worthy of being called Desolate Gods, and only we possess the artifacts of the Desolate God!"
Taotie and Kunpeng roared loudly.
However, Fang Han's body, at this very moment, had an aura that seemed like a True Immortal! Moreover, a terrifying inner essence, far more terrifying than Taihuangtian's avatar, making it impossible for the thought of resistance to arise in people's hearts.
"The wheel of destiny, rolling forward, irreversible. My destiny belongs to my own control, and your destiny also belongs to my control! Die!"
"Pop!"
Fang Han's palm transcended the limits of space and time, its speed even surpassing the light pillar of the Immortal Ancient Lightning Cannon, and heavily bombarded Kunpeng's body.
Kunpeng's body immediately exploded into countless powders. Those powders squirmed clump by clump, turning into many small Kunpeng flitting about wildly. Attempting to shuttle through the void.
However, Fang Han grasped again, and all the voids shattered layer by layer. All the flesh and blood powders of that Kunpeng stopped flapping their wings, re-condensed into a fat old man, and projected toward the center of Fang Han's palm.