Chapter 1306

Although he was also resisting with all his might.

But the defensive High God Artifact on his body had already shattered.

The offensive High God Artifact had just been knocked away and had not yet returned to his hand.

At this moment—

He could no longer be counted as a Void Overlord, but was merely a Mid God of the Six Full Moons level.

Could he possibly withstand the shocking divine might exploding from a single High God Artifact?!

"Useless struggle."

But—

A cold voice suddenly rang out amidst this destructive power.

The Death Knight Cromwell rode his warhorse, walking forward step by step.

His eyes were cold, looking down from above.

The light from the ancient armor on his body was extremely brilliant, blocking all the terrifying power sweeping toward him ten meters away.

Even though that destructive power was overwhelmingly strong.

It still could not break through the defense on his body in the slightest.

"You... you... how is this possible..."

Pang De's eyeballs seemed ready to pop out, his face filled with disbelief.

The explosion of a High God Artifact, this kind of earth-shattering power—

Yet it still could not harm the other party in the slightest!

What kind of existence is this!

Regret filled his heart.

He should not have come here.

He should not have come!

If he had known beforehand that such a terrifying existence was stationed here.

He Wanwanbu Society would never have come!

But everything exists in the world.

Divine power is also claimed to be omnipotent.

But there is no medicine for regret.

Divine power cannot make time flow backward either.

Boom!

His entire divine body completely disintegrated and vanished.

The destructive power swallowed his Divine Core, and round after round of Full Moons shattered in succession.

Cromwell's expression remained calm.

He looked up at the other four top-tier Void Overlords who had already fled a million kilometers away, using spatial power to escape frantically, and did not pursue further.

Even if he pursued, he could not catch them.

Even though his mastery of the Laws of Space was quite profound.

Previously, caught off guard, he was able to teleport all these top-tier Void Overlords before him.

But now that the other party is frantically fleeing, the power of the High God Artifact has been expanded to the limit they can unleash.

It is impossible for him to teleport the other party here again.

After all—

He has not yet recovered to the High God Realm.

Hoo—

He waved his hand to collect the divine power, artifacts, and other items left behind after the demise of the three top-tier Void Overlords.

He rode his warhorse, entered Shangcheng, and vanished.

Those ant-like existences.

If they ran, then they ran.

He did not care in the slightest.

If they dare to appear before him again, a wave of his hand to behead them is enough.

For him.

It is simply not a matter at all.

"What a terrifying existence; not a High God, but extremely close to the High God Realm."

More than forty million kilometers away from the battlefield.

A group of people stood on a small fragment, their expressions all extremely grave.

On the heads of this group grew a half-meter-long antenna, very thin and green, swaying gently in the air above their heads, appearing extremely sensitive.

· ····Begging for flowers···· ····

In other aspects, they were much like the Human Race, except they possessed two extra pairs of ears, stacked heavily upon one another.

"Mastering the Divine Office of Death, their combat power is terrifyingly strong."

"Seeing him, I am reminded of the Death Knights recorded in our clan's annals, from the Temple of the Apocalypse on Paradise Mountain in the Third Era."

An old man with white hair and beard spoke in a heavy voice, divine light flashing in his eyes, containing quite terrifying power.

Faintly behind him, six Full Moons hung across the sky, which was astonishingly extreme.

"The Temple of the Apocalypse of the End Days?"

"Those four knights are all the most terrifying Upper True Gods; this man, though powerful, is not an Upper True God, and cannot compare to those four."

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Another true god, with the appearance of a middle-aged man, shook his head.

Their clan is immensely powerful and excels in listening, comprehending past and present, and can be counted among the clans with the most recorded secrets of the Infinite Void.

Paradise Mountain, though once a mighty force from several eras ago, is now distant from this current era.

Yet they are not entirely unknown; many records of them exist within their own clans.

"One battle, slaughtering three top Void Tyrants—there's likely no Void Tyrant left who dares lay claim to this place."

Another true god, dressed in purple robes and with the face of a youth, stood at the center and smiled faintly.

His long purple hair was meticulously tied back, crowned with a ritual headdress, and in his hand he held a staff so exquisitely crafted it resembled a work of art.

The entire person radiated an aura of calm as still water.

"We never intended to seize it by force; now I'm even more curious about the owner of this Shangcheng."

The elder smiled, his three pairs of ears trembling slightly, as if listening to something.

"This knight is not the owner?"

The middle-aged true god blinked in surprise.

"No. Throughout history, those who wield the Divine Office of Death have been as cold as ice sculptures—they never run Shangchengs."

"The owner of this Shangcheng must be someone else."

The purple-robed youth explained, his calm eyes shimmering with purple light like a tranquil lake:

"Let's go see. If we can obtain a silver apple, I'll have a thirty percent chance of ascending to Upper True God."

"Then—"

"I'll also have a chance to compete for the position of Young Clan Lord of the Six-Ear Divine Clan."