As he spoke the last three words, a powerful high-dimensional pressure erupted from Mr. Duan's body!

"Hum—!"

The space within a hundred miles, under this pressure, actually let out an unbearable wail and shattered inch by inch!

Above the firmament, that last trace of unwilling purple lightning was also completely crushed by this pressure, disappearing without a trace.

After doing all this, Mr. Duan slowly turned around.

He looked down condescendingly at the dying Chaidamen at his feet, and Francis, who was half-kneeling in a pool of blood not far away.

"Alright."

Mr. Duan slightly adjusted the lapel of his crisp suit, his tone returning to that hair-raising elegance and composure.

"I admit, the two of you joining forces, plus the interference of that will of heaven, did indeed waste some of my precious time."

"As remnants of the Old Era, you can be proud of having reached this point."

He took a pocket watch out of his pocket and checked the time.

"Next, I must speed up the process."

"My lovely subordinates should have already brought back quite a few delicious snacks for me."

Mr. Duan put away the pocket watch, his gaze becoming cold and greedy.

"The two of you, it is time for you to provide your final utility."

"Duan!"

Francis raised his head, his turbid eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

He stared at Mr. Duan, roaring through gritted teeth: "If I had known... if I had known this day would come!"

"Back when you were severely wounded by the Heavenly Dao and at your weakest... I should have killed you myself, no matter the cost!"

"I hate this so much!"

"I should never have kept you, this scourge!"

Francis's roar was filled with endless regret.

Back when Mr. Duan had just revived, his Origin was unstable; if the Holy City had mobilized all its forces, they might not have failed to strangle him in the cradle.

It was just a pity that he had miscalculated Mr. Duan's growth rate, and even more so, his ambition!

Facing Francis's regret, Mr. Duan just smiled lightly.

That laughter was full of mockery.

"In this world, the most useless emotion is regret."

Mr. Duan looked down at him condescendingly, "It is too late for regrets, you have no chance left."

"Be on your way."

The moment the words fell.

Mr. Duan suddenly spread his arms!

"Boom—!"

An extreme, all-consuming black high-dimensional Law instantly surged out from his body!

The black Law, like two abyssal beasts with wide-open bloodthirsty maws, pounced fiercely towards Chaidamen and Francis respectively!

"No!!!"

Chaidamen let out a scream of extreme misery.

His massive body, over a hundred meters tall and composed of undying lava, began to tremble violently the moment it touched the black Law.

Immediately after—

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of shattering rang out.

Chaidamen's body, as if put into a meat grinder, disintegrated inch by inch!

The disintegrated flesh and blood did not dissipate but turned into streams of extremely dense, dark gold fire-elemental Origin power.

That was the god-level Bloodline he had accumulated over countless years!

"Duan! You will die a horrible death!!!"

Chaidamen's Soul struggled crazily in the black vortex, uttering his final curse.

But it was of no use.

That dark gold Origin power, following the chains of the black Law, poured continuously into Mr. Duan's body.

And on the other side.

"Ahhhh—!"

Francis's scream also resounded through the sky.

His aged Physical Body, under the pull of the black Law, directly shriveled up.

Strands of extremely pure holy Origin, mixed with the vitality he had exchanged by burning his Soul, were forcibly extracted from his body!

The holy white light and dark gold firelight intertwined in mid-air, finally converging on Mr. Duan's chest.

Mr. Duan closed his eyes.

An indescribable expression of enjoyment and intoxication appeared on his face.

"That's right..."

"This is the taste..."

"The purest Origin of the Old Era... it's too wonderful..."

The suction force grew stronger and stronger.

The wind howled, and the black Law storm shrouded the entire wasteland.

In just ten seconds.

"Bang."

As the last bit of Origin was drained, Chaidamen's massive head completely turned into a pile of dead ash.

And Francis also turned into a lifeless corpse, collapsing heavily onto the cold, glazed ground.

Two peerless powerhouses who once stood at the Peak of world power and strength were thus completely erased, leaving no bones behind!

"Hoo—"

Mr. Duan slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

The moment he opened his eyes!

"Boom!!!"

An aura ten times more terrifying than before erupted from within him!

This aura shot straight into the sky, actually forcibly punching a huge black hole in the space above!

Violent high-dimensional power flowed around him.

The surrounding space, unable to bear his Physical Body which had been elevated to a brand new Realm, began to develop dense black cracks!

"Very good."

Mr. Duan clenched his fist, feeling the power within him, and smiled.

"One step closer to that final step."

He turned his head and glanced towards the east.

"Zhou Huai..."

"Your trump cards, they can't stay hidden for much longer, right?"

"Very soon, I will come to find you and take back what belongs to me with my own hands."

Before the words faded.

Mr. Duan's figure had already vanished from the spot with a breeze, eerily, as if he had never appeared at all.

Leaving only this scarred, scorched earth to tell the tale of the earth-shattering god-battle that just occurred.

...

Meanwhile.

Ten thousand miles away, in the Free Federation.

The Holy City, this towering capital known as the birthplace of the faith of light, gathering countless believers from around the globe, was currently shrouded in a layer of eerie depression.

On the massive white jade plaza in the center of the Holy City.

Stood a massive statue hundreds of meters tall.

That was the statue of the first Holy Lord, the spiritual totem for all believers of light in the entire Holy City, and even the entire Free Federation!

For countless years, it had stood firm, emitting a gentle and holy light, protecting this city.

However.

Just now.

"Crack—"

A crisp, extremely abrupt cracking sound suddenly rang out in the quiet plaza.

Several members of the clergy who were praying devoutly on the plaza raised their heads subconsciously.

This look made them widen their eyes and cover their mouths in terror.

They saw that on the chest of the hundreds-of-meters-tall Holy Lord statue, an eye-catching crack had appeared, no one knew when!

That crack, like °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° a spiderweb, was spreading crazily in all directions across the statue at a terrifying speed!

"This... how is this possible?!"

"The Holy Lord statue... cracked?!"