Paradise of Demonic Gods

In the television broadcast studio, a huge countdown number was ticking as the seconds passed by. The nerves of countless people across the planet were left hanging.

This was the three-hour countdown timer that the television station had set up after Fang Xingjian gave his reply.

Over one hour ago, a great unknown explosion occurred in the extreme north. The entire Heaven-Connecting Tower had turned into nothingness, and the land within a range of 100 lis had turned into charred land.

Then over half an hour ago, a battle broke out above Central Asia's desert. It was suspected that there were commander-level people involved in the battle.

These two pieces of news immediately spread across the world, garnering the attention of countless people.

It was a pity that no one from the armies provided any further information thereafter. The media could only continue to investigate these cases through their own channels.

The television host in the broadcast studio said, "There's only half an hour left to the time limit set by Fang Xingjian. However, the armies have yet to send in new information.

"But there's one thing that's for sure. The White Army has already gone out to war against the other nine armies. However, other than several explosions, we haven't receive any other news. It's so quiet that it's strange."

He turned to Professor Lauretta and asked, "Professor, what are your thoughts about the current situation?"

"The White Army is a part of the 13 armies after all. As their Commander, Fang Xingjian can't be killed so easily," Professor Lauretta said with certainty. "The initial explosion must have been Fang Xingjian making the first move and attacking the Heaven-Connecting Tower. However, thereafter, the nine Commanders gave chase in a bid to kill him.

"The only reason that everything's so quiet is because Fang Xingjian has went into hiding and the nine Commanders are giving chase. Without any battles, there are naturally no commotion."

The television host nodded. Yet at the next moment, his countenance changed as he pressed onto his earphones like he was listening to something.

He raised his head abruptly and said while facing the camera, "Everyone, our frontline reporter has received the latest news that Fang Xingjian's traces have been discovered on a beach in the Mediterranean Sea. It seems that he is engaged in a battle with the other Commanders."

Professor Lauretta said agitatedly, "He must have been captured by the other Commanders. To think that even ordinary people managed to discover his traces... The battle must already be decided."

The television host nodded and said, "Our frontline reporter is rushing over. Let's take a look at the photographs the locals uploaded onto the internet. This is a photograph taken by one of the witnesses."

As he spoke, a photograph was displayed on the big screen. It showed Fang Xingjian standing on the beach, lifting Bruce up into air by the head.

At the sight of this photograph, everyone drew in a cold gasp.

"That's Bruce, the Blue Army's Commander!"

"To think that he's being lifted up like that..."

"Who is that guy? Is that Fang Xingjian?"

The television host was also taken by surprise, and he said in disbelief. "Based on the news sent from the scene, the man who is lifted up is the Blue Army's Commander, Bruce. The man with black hair is the White Army's Commander, Fang Xingjian.

"Based on the eyewitnesses' records, Fang Xingjian continuously beat Bruce up and left after destroying his physical body completely."

As he spoke, the photographs kept being switched. The contents were that of Fang Xingjian bashing up Bruce with punches and kicks.

It was such a violent scene that even after the images had been blurred out. They instantly caused a huge commotion to break out.

On the internet, many uncensored photographs were spreading like wildfire.

The television host looked toward Professor Lauretta and said, "Professor, what's your take on the current situation? Did Fang Xingjian kill Bruce? Where are the other Commanders? What on earth happened?"

Lauretta looked at the photos displayed on the screen in a daze. Her tone seemed to be one of being at a loss, "I... I also..."

However, the television host did not wait for her to finish her words. He continued to press onto his earphones and once again stood up agitatedly, "What?"

"Everyone, according to the latest news, Fang Xingjian has now appeared in Eastern Europe. Let's take a look at the shots that are being sent over."

In the blink of an eye, the image changed into one from a slightly blurry camera. This seemed to be a video taken by a cell phone. It was a little shaky, and there were all sorts of cries and screams ringing out.

Two figures could be clearly seen clashing against and pursuing each other in the air, occasionally landing on the ground and causing great earthquakes. Many buildings collapsed and explosions went off.

At the sight of this scene, all the people in the broadcast studio wore solemn and grim expressions. After seeing such powers that humans were unable to fight against, a hint of terror flashed in their eyes. They looked at the crowd of screaming and escaping people, and a feeling like that of a fox mourning for the death of a hare rose in their hearts.

At the next moment, two shadows darted out toward the cameraman. Amidst screams, the entire scene shook violently. The cameraman seemed to be running away until a loud sound rang out, and the scene gradually stabilized. The camera was then slowly turned toward the ruins under the cameraman's control.

The only things left was a floor of ruins covered with tiles and bricks All the things in the house seemed to have been buried.

Just then, a loud sound rang out, and countless amounts of rubbles and rock were pushed away as a monk wearing orange robes walked out from the ruins.

He was holding onto the Abyss Sword. His raised his head and looked upward. His eyes were filled with calmness.

Standing in the sky, Fang Xingjian's long black hair was swaying from the strong gales, dancing in midair like black flames.

At the next moment, with a flash, Reverend Fahui clashed together with the Fang Xingjian who was in midair. The two figures kept heading higher up. Then eventually, only a huge lump of golden light could be seen encompassing the entire sky. Strong gales came gushing over, and the scene stopped there.

Most commoners had no idea what this represented. Almost everyone was looking at this scene while feeling at a loss.

However, this was only the beginning. More more images were being disseminated wildly on the internet across the entire planet, and more more people witnessed the battles between Fang Xingjian and other people.

East Asia, Central Asia, Europe, Africa, America... The Commanders had their physical bodies crushed one after another. They regenerated their bodies repeatedly with the rings' energies, but their bodies were crushed repeatedly. Fang Xingjian was like the god of death, chasing and dealing them with serious injuries.

The television host in the broadcast studio was completely numbed. Beside, Professor Lauretta was also in shock.

'Fang Xingjian... He... He's chasing down the Commanders and beating them up?

'To think that so many Commanders joining forces aren't a match for him? How could there be such a thing?

'What should we do?'