At this time, the main hall was in complete disarray.
The statues on either side were completely shattered, leaving only a scattering of broken stone.
Fang Yu stared straight at the gigantic figure ahead.
But the giant behind the light seemed to be staring at Fang Yu as well, without making a sound.
At this moment, a strange and eerie silence descended upon the hall.
Red Lotus, standing behind Fang Yu, also stared intently at the giant figure in front of her, her expression solemn.
She knew that at this juncture, the Twelve-Winged Divine Being who had been observing as a bystander all along was bound to take action.
Because all of its subordinates were unavailable.
Finally, I can see the true face of this giant.
She and Fang Yu faced many powerful opponents along the way after arriving in the Western Regions.
For example, the various divine envoys encountered outside the main hall, and that enormous sword of judgment wielded just now.
These encounters led Honglian to have extremely high estimates of the strength of this twelve-winged archangel.
She believes that the Twelve-Winged Lord’s strength should be on the same level as the original Dragon Eater.
And when facing the Swallowing Dragon, Red Lotus suffered a crushing defeat.
Therefore, the Twelve-Winged Archgod could also bring her a certain amount of pressure.
Of course, Red Lotus has never feared any opponent.
If possible, she also wanted to join the fray and fight the twelve-winged main god, testing her own strength.
But Honglian knew the current situation did not allow her to intervene forcibly.
Fighting against opponents of this caliber is no child’s play.
Even a single mistake could lead to utter ruin.
Honglian didn’t want to be a burden to her comrades, so she had to hold back her surging fighting spirit and choose to support Fangyu from the rear.
“Bang!”
When silence fell upon the great hall, the colossal figure before them suddenly flared with an even more intense radiance.
Upon the twelve mighty wings, divine radiance shone with blinding brilliance.
The Twelve Wings, which had been still moments before, now slowly began to flap.
“Boom”
At this very moment, the entire Pantheon is trembling violently.
Lanxin, who was sprawled on the ground outside the main hall, cried out in alarm, her whole body going limp and trembling.
“Boom”
On the ice ocean surrounding the temple of the gods, geysers erupted skyward.
But at the very top of the temple of the gods, a dazzling rainbow shone brightly.
This rainbow, visible for hundreds of kilometers, was incredibly dazzling.
Under the irradiation of various lights, the figure of the twelve-winged archangel became even harder to discern.
“Too much,” Fang Yu said with a slight frown, his eyes flashing, tinged with red.
At the same time, a mark like a cross appeared in both eyes.
The Eye of Insight.
At this moment, Fang Yu could clearly see the giant figure ahead through the layers of light.
But while he saw the outline of this colossal figure, his eye of insight also revealed something even more astonishing.
“This so-called main god isn’t a good thing at all, is he?” Fang Yu’s eyes flickered as he muttered to himself.
Under the scrutiny of Insight’s gaze, one could see that within the massive form of the Twelve-Winged Prime God, it was filled with nothing but resentment and blood.
A mass of flesh and blood piled within it, the core a tightly compressed ball of sanguine energy.
To be precise, because there was too much congealed blood Qi, it had become a blood clot.
This massive blood sphere resides at the very center of the Twelve-Winged Lord’s body.
The source of all the energies, laws, and auras released by the Twelve-Winged Primordial God is this blood orb.
“What’s the principle behind this? Why can a high-intensity compressed object filled with resentment and bloodlust become its energy source?” Fang Yu frowned, puzzled.
“That’s perfectly normal, in fact it’s similar to how human cultivators absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth to cultivate golden cores and Nascent Souls,” Lihuo Jade’s voice suddenly rang out. “Just as humans came up with this cultivation method, other races could also come up with other ways of cultivating.”
“Deathly energy, resentful energy, blood energy – any kind of energy can be used for cultivation.”
“If you have the opportunity in the future, you will see even more strange cultivation methods.”
Upon hearing what Lihuo Jade had said, Fang Yu remained silent.
He just stared at the enormous figure ahead, his eyes flickering.
“To slaughter so many lives in the Western Regions to enhance one’s own power.” Fang Yu’s face was stern, and he thought to himself, “This kind of behavior is what alien races do.”
“These twelve-winged main gods, and the so-called Pantheon, are actually just alien races who have been entrenched in the Western Regions.”
“It merely unveiled its sharp claws before the mass resurgence of alien races.”
“There is an aura about you that doesn’t belong.”
Just as Fang Yu was still thinking, the Twelve-Winged Archgod spoke.
Fang Yu came back to his senses and said, “What belongs is what belongs, and what doesn’t belong doesn’t belong. What does it mean not to belong?”
“There’s an aura about you from another dimension,” the Twelve-Winged Archgod said softly, his voice still betraying no emotion. “You are but a mortal, how can you bear such an aura?”
“I can’t bear this aura, can you?” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and retorted.
“Of course I can,” the Twelve-winged Archgod said calmly. “After I punish you, I will take away that part of you that does not belong to you.”
“You can make murder and robbery sound so fresh and elegant. You’re a first-rate bullshitter,” Fang Yu sneered with a smile.
The Twelve-winged Lord God stopped speaking and suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Yu’s location.
Its face is as delicately sculpted as a work of art, with sharp and defined features.
Within a pair of eyes, only silver-white pupils shimmered.
When facing Yu Fang, those pupils burst forth with a terrifying aura.
The space surrounding Fang Yu instantly compressed to the extreme.
Under extreme spatial compression leading to an explosion, any living beings within that space should be crushed to pieces.
Because, for the most part, the physical bodies of creatures are not capable of surpassing the strength of space.
“Bang”
With a deafening roar, the space Fang Yu occupied shattered.
But Fang Yu’s body remained standing in its original position, except the scene had turned pitch black.
The Twelve-Winged Archgod in the distance stared at Fang Yu, slowly raising his right hand.
Its entire right arm was extremely large, clad in gleaming silver armor that shimmered.
When his right hand pointed at Fang Yu, the surrounding space shattered massively once again.
“Boom boom boom”
Fragmented pieces of space spun in the air, their sharp and pointed edges all aimed at Fang Yu.
And in the blink of an eye, countless fragments of space were generated, numbering at least hundreds of thousands of varying sizes, visible to the naked eye.
“Whoosh”
The Twelve-winged Archgod extended his right hand forward, and the dazzling light flickered. The sharp spatial fragments that shifted between black and white rushed towards Fang Yu.
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