"Wh-what exactly are you?!" The Pope's voice was filled with intense fear.
Fang Yuan's existence had already surpassed the Pope's imagination. How could such a person exist in this world?
Even if one were to gather the luck of this world, it should not be able to breed such a powerful being!
"Me?" Fang Yuan raised his hand, and the Earth Sword reappeared from his palm. "I'm just a passing mortal."
The moment the God-slaying Spear was formed, Fang Yuan sensed the impending danger and quickly took the Earth Sword into his body to prevent it from being torn apart by the Truth Ring.
In addition, Fang Yuan's clothes were also broken down into particles. The clothes he was now wearing were actually formed from the Water Garment created by his **Lan Hai Illusionary Dream Body**.
Fang Yuan appeared calm on the surface, but inside, he was sweating. After all, even for a peerless powerhouse, fighting without clothes would be too embarrassing...
Shaking his head lightly, he cleared the distractions from his mind, and his gaze briefly swept over his health bar, which was already reduced by half.
The God-slaying Spear, combined with the dissolution of all things, was indeed terrifying. It had taken away half of his health in a single strike!
—but that's still far from enough!
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his fighting spirit surged even more. Facing the already exhausted Pope and her companion, Fang Yuan's toes suddenly pushed off, and his figure shot out like lightning, his sword slicing through the air, leaving a sharp gleam of cold light!
Boom!!!
The sound of the air tearing apart echoed. Where the sword passed, it only sliced through a distorted ripple in space, and the figures of the Pope and her companion had already vanished without a trace.
"Have they been teleported away? Looks like someone else intervened."
Fang Yuan sighed lightly. The person who acted was clearly the one who had originally separated everyone.
This person seemed to be quite adept at manipulating space, even able to control the entire sea region's spatial structure. And they were rather cautious, staying hidden in the background without showing themselves.
If someone else had to deal with it, it would indeed be troublesome, but for Fang Yuan, it wasn't a big problem.
"Yun Si!" Fang Yuan called lightly.
"I'm here!" Yun Si's clear voice answered from within.
"Take out the True Sight Guard I left with you." Fang Yuan instructed.
"Here it is!" Yun Si's voice fell, and a softly glowing true eye fell steadily into Fang Yuan's palm.
Before this expedition, Fang Yuan had specifically prepared two True Sight Guards, both kept in the **Eternal Frozen Abyss**.
In fact, most of the items Fang Yuan carried with him were stored there, as he no longer needed cumbersome storage bags.
"Let me see where your lair is hidden..."
Fang Yuan flicked his wrist, and the True Sight Guard lightly landed on the sea surface, steadily floating above the waves as if rooted. In an instant, the entire sea's scene unfolded like a painting before his eyes.
He saw that Ruan Chaoan, Mo Tianxing, and the others were struggling in different battlefields. He also saw the iron giant ship floating on the sea and, through its deck, caught glimpses of the various martial artists inside.
"Tsk tsk, the Western Continent's formation is indeed grand... The iron warship is a bit far, let's help Ruan Chaoan and the others first..."
With his mind made up, Fang Yuan shot up into the sky like an arrow, disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
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Meanwhile, White felt a flash before his eyes, and when his vision cleared, both he and the Pope were in the secure chamber inside the warship.
"Phew... finally escaped."
White let out a long sigh of relief, only now realizing his back was drenched in cold sweat. He had never felt so clearly the imminent approach of death; that moment when Fang Yuan's pressure still made his heart race with lingering fear.
The Pope's face was equally as dark as water. When she realized her full-force attack hadn't harmed Fang Yuan in the slightest, she immediately issued a spatial transfer command to Junuo within the Star Fortress through their mental link.
Juno immediately activated the **Star Grip**, urgently teleporting the Pope and White back to the Star Fortress.
Her face was grave, and there was an unmistakable shock in her voice: "Even with all of you working together... you couldn't suppress that Fang Yuan?"
The Elder of the Iron Spine immediately stepped forward with a change in expression, "What about the others? Why haven't Damon and the others returned?"
The Pope fell silent, and White lowered his head, his expression dark.
Without words, the Elder of the Iron Spine had already read the answer from their reactions. Just as he was about to speak, Juno suddenly warned sharply:
"Damn it, that Fang Yuan is heading toward the Royal Knights' direction! If you don't come up with something, Akmond and the others will be in danger!"
"Immediately use spatial transfer to trap him!" The Pope ordered decisively.
"We can't do that!" Juno responded, her forehead glistening with cold sweat. "From the very beginning, I noticed that **Star Grip**'s spatial transfer doesn't work on him!"
Even when she first separated Fang Yuan from the others, she only transferred the rest and left Fang Yuan in place.
The Pope's face turned livid. What kind of monster is this kid? Even the artifact-level spatial laws can't affect him?
She gritted her teeth and changed her orders, "Then bring back the people from Mist Court!"
"Impossible!" Juno once again denied, "Such a long-range mass transfer, I can't perform a second one in such a short time!"
The control room's air immediately grew tense. On the **Star Grip**, the light dot representing Fang Yuan was closing in on the Royal Knights' coordinates, like the harbinger of death!
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Meanwhile, the battle between Ruan Chaoan and the Royal Knights continued fiercely.
"Too weak."
"Simply no match."
"How dare you Eastern Continent people come to the Western Continent and cause trouble..."
Klemond and a group of knights surrounded Ruan Chaoan, skillfully and casually maneuvering.
Each sword strike left a small wound on Ruan Chaoan.
Looking at Ruan Chaoan, every attack of his seemed like a stone sinking into the sea. The knights would always predict his moves in advance, easily dodging.
In just a few minutes, Ruan Chaoan was forced to the point of dizziness, his anger boiling over.
Seeing this, Akmond sneered, "Why keep struggling? With your half-step Martial Saint cultivation, it would be more than enough for you to join the Royal Knights."
"Go to hell!" Ruan Chaoan clenched his fists and suddenly let out a thunderous roar.
His spiritual energy surged wildly around him, burning like a tangible flame. A destructive force exploded from his body, instantly forming a terrifying gravitational vortex!
Akmond's expression changed drastically. He never expected his opponent to be so determined—was he planning to self-destruct?
And with this range, he wouldn't be able to dodge it!
That's right, Ruan Chaoan had been pushed to his limit. Since he couldn't catch these slippery fish, he decided to blow up the whole pond.
A massive area-of-effect explosion!
He was going to self-destruct!
Just as this terrifying power was about to erupt, a voice suddenly rang in Ruan Chaoan's ear:
"Have you had enough? Stop it."
The familiar voice caused Ruan Chaoan to pause. Slowly turning around, he met Fang Yuan's eyes, which carried a hint of helplessness: "Your Majesty..."
Fang Yuan patted his shoulder, his tone calm but carrying undeniable authority: "A half-step Martial Saint, about to self-destruct just because you were slightly provoked? Do you think you're Deidara or something?"
Although Ruan Chaoan didn't know who 'Deidara' was, his tense nerves quickly relaxed.
The terrifying energy he had gathered dissipated, and Ruan Chaoan obediently stood behind Fang Yuan.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Akmond's expression turned grave. His divine sense suddenly rang with Juno's urgent warning:
"Be careful! The Emperor of Xia is heading towards you!"
"Now you tell me?!" Akmond almost roared, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "The person is already here!"
He stared hard at the young figure ahead of him, both shocked and furious. Didn't they agree that the Church's people would deal with this disaster?
How did this disaster come straight to him?!