"Use the Fla Fist on him!" Yun Ting’s voice echoed loudly in her mind. As a Symbiotic Body,
she had just helped Li Changhe bear a substantial part of the pain.
The opportunity to fiercely attack Nine Youths made her misery sowhat enjoyable.
Li Changhe, now incarnated as the Demon God, did as she wished, violently venting his pain.
To be burned to a skeleton by flas, or to be torn apart by gravitational cannons, feeling the flesh and muscles rip, was excruciatingly painful.
After these agonies were amplified dozens of tis,
to say he was being sliced by a thousand knives would be considered rcy.
Li Changhe’s consciousness nearly drowned in the pain, his fury towards the enemy was even more ferocious!
His fist, wrapped in World Burning Demonic Flas, heavily smashed onto the head of Nine Youths.
The terrifying flas instantly set ablaze one of Nine Youths’ heads.
Nine Youths let out an angry roar. To attack oneself with one’s own flas was such contempt and provocation!
But now, he truly couldn’t rid himself of these flas.
His injuries were too severe. Cracks had even appeared on the Demigod Throne, and the flas that ignited within the throne’s cracks caused what should have been slowly healing fissures to fall into irreparable damage.
The flas were originally forged by Nine Youths as a weapon of God Sin, posing a great danger to him, a severely injured demigod.
Seeing this, Li Changhe let out a cruel laugh.
He brought his six arms together, all of them wrapped in World Burning Demonic Flas.
Then, he unleashed a frenzied barrage upon Nine Youths, who couldn’t move an inch.
Each punch ignited Demonic Flas on Nine Youths’ ravaged body, and in an instant, after hundreds of punches, his entire body was engulfed in flas.
Even larger than Mad Devil, his massive figure now burned continuously in the black flas; his muscles and organs were eroded by fire.
Nine Youths, with only his skeletal fra left, struggled frantically, using his divinity to protect his bones, his remaining heads twisting and screaming in a desperate struggle.
"It’s useless, I can still control the flas, I can still delay the burning. Even if I die, your daughter will be buried with !" Nine Youths, on the brink of death, still spewed insane boasts.
As the creator of the World Burning Demonic Flas, although he couldn’t extinguish the fire, he could slow the burning. By that ti, Li Luoling would have already been killed by Annihilation and others.
However, Li Changhe suddenly withdrew, sparing Nine Youths and leaping out of the deep pit.
Nine Youths, agonized by the relentless burning, was montarily stunned, thinking the opponent was simply walking away. Then...
he saw a golden Yinglong descending from the sky!
That was... Wuji!
He had finally suppressed the void in the sky and now had his hands free to deliver a fatal blow to Nine Youths!
Without employing weapons of God Sin, it’s very difficult to kill a demigod because as long as the throne remains, the demigod doesn’t die. Even if the flesh is dead, so long as the throne exists, there’s always a possibility for a demigod to return.
That was the case with the heroic Lanxiu of the Hundred Generals, who used the throne to feign death and deliver a peak strike at the last mont.
Of course, his personal demise was the price for that.
If he was willing to spend nurous eons to heal, he could return once more.
But now, Nine Youths’ end had co.
Because, the weapon of God Sin had arrived!
Wuji, wielding the strongest mythic sword in the world, pierced through Nine Youths’ already shattered and burning demigod throne! Successfully earning the head of a dog.
"You are... Wuji!!!" Nine Youths let out a bitter roar, unable to believe that it was Wuji who would end him.
If he had been the peak Human Emperor Wuji of later tis.
Nine Youths would have felt his death was not unjust.
But now he hadn’t even completed the Demigod State... he actually...
As the throne of the Nine Youths shattered, the Nine Youths let out their last voice in the void.
"Ancient allies of myriad races, hunt down humanity once more! The Human Emperor is motherfucking..."
Before his words ended, the throne of the Nine Youths collapsed with a thunderous crash. The voice cut off abruptly.
The next second, a terrible shock spread into the depths of the void, drawing the attention of countless entities.
It also awakened several ancient and powerful beings who vaguely heard a familiar yet strange voice and... they also heard very bad words... the Human Emperor!
anwhile, nurous Demons in the void were leaping for joy, signifying the death of a Demigod.
The sky also beca more cryptic as if the whole world was mourning.
As the Nine Youths gazed at Wuji, one of its heads let out a laugh, "Xuanyuan Divine Sword... do you know how your master died?"
Xuanyuan Divine Sword replied coldly, "Ridiculous, are you even worthy to ntion him?"
"Hahaha..." the head of the Nine Youths laughed, then passed away.
The Demigod State collapsed thunderously, reverting to the original body size, burned continuously by black flas.
Wuji watched the burning bones in silence for a mont, then responded, "Sword Brother, don’t overthink, let us witness the birth of the Human Emperor."
"You are right," Xuanyuan Divine Sword responded serenely.
anwhile, Li Changhe had already leaped out of the deep pit, his six fists enflad with black fire, charging toward Yuan Li and Biluo who were besieging Li Luoling.
While beating the Nine Youths, Li Changhe had completely mastered the burning speed of the fla and his own recovery abilities.
As long as he maintained a point of balance, he could use the Fla Fist perfectly! That would compensate for the lack of God Sin in the Mad Devil.
Sadly, the Killing Aura turned soldiers didn’t have Li Changhe’s physical recovery power; they couldn’t sustain themselves under the World Burning Demonic Flas. Should he learn from his ancestors? Try pulling out one of his own bones to use as a weapon? His own bones should be able to maintain recovery, keeping the flas burning while also serving as a weapon.
Li Changhe pondered this while approaching Yuan Li and Biluo. Swinging his fists, he continuously smashed out Fla Fists.
Yuan Li, already with a broken arm, could no longer hold on. His body was hit by a fist and combat armor instantly ignited. Biluo’s Dark Matter Shield, on the other hand, temporarily blocked the erosion of demonic flas.
But what of it?
Their plan had ultimately failed.
While Li Changhe was battling the Nine Youths, they had used all their tricks, making Li Luoling continuously vomit blood in a sorry state, but they could not kill her.
With Li Changhe’s arrival, they fell into utter despair.
They no longer had any chance.
As a result, Li Luoling’s aura soared to its peak. Terrible oppressive force filled the entire void.
In the depths of the void, Evil Gods cast wary or astonished glances.
And on the void battlefield, Lord Skywolf had already lost most of his fleet; even the flagship had been hijacked by the Great Wall players.
Now, detecting the terrifying Divine values above the human world, they imdiately initiated a jump and fled the Battlefield.
With the present scale of their fleet, it was impossible to face a monster comparable to a True God!
Above the Void Avenue, the Demigod Projections of all human Demigods appeared behind the girl.
The girl slowly took her seat on the golden throne.
The aweso oppressive force intimidated the universe.
At this mont, the Human Emperor was born, shocking all races.
At this mont, Demons wailed, and chaos vanished.
At this mont, Li Luoling ascended to Demigod as the supre Human Emperor!
(Friends, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
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