Paradise of Demonic Gods

Chapter 1117 - Sensing

Chapter 1117: Sensing

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

At the same time, the blood-red sky and the blood-covered ground instantly returned to their original appearance. Rheatius’s domain had been broken.

Everyone, Tyrant included, immediately recovered their mobility.

However, at the first instant they recovered their mobility, all of them dropped to their knees. It was because Fang Xingjian was floating above the spot where Rheatius had been pressed into a meat patty.

He lowered his eyes and threw a glance at the meat patty. “Evil God Tribe?”

Fang Xingjian was having an exchange with Ulpian earlier, and he recalled the contents of the quantum foam and mass-energy conversion.

The moment he did so, he realized that he was able to remember every single detail and step extremely clearly with great ease. He even felt that he would be able to replicate it at any time.

However, he had yet to replicate it many times when he sensed a feeling of danger coming from Tyrant. The hint of martial will he had left in many of his subordinates back then had been put to use. With a single thought, he was able to see the direction of the Gold Mountain Town through his high-dimensional senses.

Then a Celestial Eradication Sword Technique martial art projection that had a martial will of 90,000 points descended, and the scene of Rheatius getting instantly crushed took place.

Looking at the bloody paste under his feet, Fang Xingjian’s gaze flickered. He then looked in the direction of a small house in the Gold Mountain Town.

In the small house, Debrice—the Evil God Tribe’s warrior who fought against Fang Xingjian during the evil god summoning ritual—appeared horrified and astonished.

Its first reaction was to dart out and escape rapidly through the compressed space, arriving above a blood pool at superluminal speed.

This was a pool that had a radius of about two meters and was completely filled with blood. A piercing smell of blood filled the air, and many bubbles appeared on the surface of the water. It was as if some kind of living creature was seething within it.

This was the Evil God Tribe’s blood pool—one of the strongholds of the blood river in many worlds. This blood river that the Evil God Tribe had lived with for countless years flowed amidst the endless multivariate universes. As the blood river passed through each world, they would leave behind a blood pool in that world.

By passing through the blood pool, one would be able to arrive in this world from the blood river.

Debrice had set up the blood pool in the Gold Mountain Town, wanting to permanently link this world with the blood river.

It was under Debrice’s protection that Tyrant and the others had been unable to find traces of the blood pool no matter how they searched.

However, seeing that its companion was crushed by Fang Xingjian with a single attack, Debrice was horrified and did not dare to stay any longer. It could only think of immediately escaping into the blood river.

However, despite using superluminal speed and compressing layers of space to cross such a short distance, it was still unable to escape from Fang Xingjian’s high-dimensional senses.

Fang Xingjian pinched lightly with his thumb and index finger. Like he was pinching a mosquito, he pinched Debrice between his fingers.

What was a martial will of 90,000 points like? Debrice felt as if the surrounding space had turned into an absolute barrier, confining him instantly. Then its figure contracted rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was pinched between Fang Xingjian’s thumb and index finger.

The entire process involved time acceleration, space compression, high-dimensional attacks, and being propelled by a martial will of 90,000 points. Debrice was unable to retaliate at all.

Then, as an agonizing cry rang out, Fang Xingjian’s fingers exerted a little force, and a large part of Debrice’s body turned into a bloody mess.

“Stop... Stop it!” Debrice said with a distorted expression. “Fang Xingjian, stop it! I admit my loss! I’ll return immediately!” It could not understand how Fang Xingjian could have grown so much stronger within such a short period of time. It felt like it was being crushed to death like a bug.

“You’re better off dead.”

A light p ata sound rang out, and a high temperature and a high pressure that were comparable to what that was at the center of a supernova explosion continued on for an instant. Debrice was turned into ashes, dissipating into the air.

A martial will of 90,000 points was far too domineering. Fang Xingjian even felt that he would be able to vaporize the land and earth’s crust under his feet with a single attack. If he were to go all out, he might even be able to crush the entire planet. He even had the confidence of crushing Jupiter and Saturn, which were over ten times bigger than Earth.

This was a different kind of strength compared to the Sattva Sword Technique. The Sattva Sword Technique could be performed by borrowing the entropy of countless universes’ formation and destruction. It was a destructive prowess that was hard to calculate theoretically, and even every single molecule on Earth would be unable to record the attacking prowess even if they were filled with ‘1’.

Although the martial will of 90,000 points did not have the seemingly endless destructive prowess that the Sattva Sword Technique had, it was a down-to-earth power of which he could control every single bit. It was not as uncontrollable as the Sattva Sword Technique, where life or death would be unconfirmed after the attack was thrown out.

After Fang Xingjian crushed Debrice, Rheatius—who was several thousand meters underground—wore a horrified expression and did not dare to move.

When it was crushed by Fang Xingjian’s attack, it shed of a layer of its flesh and left it on the surface while its actual body darted underground.

Rheatius had initially thought this outcome was because Fang Xingjian had launched a sneak attack and it had not been able to release its full powers. Therefore, it hid away, preparing to launch a second round of attack.

It then saw the scene where its companion was easily crushed like a bug.

This made the Evil God Tribe’s warrior lose all courage to fight. Its mind was only filled with thoughts on how it could escape.

However, at the next instant, a hand reached out from layers of shattered space, grabbing Rheatius.

Seeing Fang Xingjian, Rheatius immediately said, “I have 5,000 planets under me. As long as you’re willing to let me off, I can give you any resources you ask for.”

“I don’t need them,” Fang Xingjian said calmly. At the next moment, an endless amount of sword light pierced through every single curling dimension inside and outside of Rheatius’s body, completely crushing its body. Not even a single bit of intent or power was left behind.

After completing all these, Fang Xingjian slowly walked up to the blood pool. He clapped his hands together, and the blood pool seemed as if it was compressed by endless power. It closed up fiercely, completely cutting off the connection with the blood river.

Once he finished doing everything, Fang Xingjian’s expression still appeared calm. It was as if he had merely taken a stroll after a meal.

In fact, this was how it felt like for him. A martial will of 90,000 points allowed him to crush most of the experts in the universe. These two Evil God Tribe’s warriors were capable of destroying countless civilizations and conquering thousands or ten thousands planets, but they were unable to take a single strike from him.

After doing all these, the martial art projection disappeared with a slight flash, leaving behind Tyrant, Hoult, and the others who appeared surprised and also at a loss.

They kept on recalling Fang Xingjian’s clear-cut actions, having no choice but to admit that their gap with Fang Xingjian was getting increasingly wider. Every act from Fang Xingjian seemed to have a disposition like the heavenly laws that hung high up at an unattainable height.

Fang Xingjian, who was having an exchange with Ulpian, recalled his martial art projection. He looked toward Ulpian and said, “During the period of time you and the Silver Mage King strive to reach tier seven of the Divine level, I plan to make a trip to the Western Land.

“But before I go, there are still some things I have to do.”