Fang Zong did not come empty-handed. He raised his hand, and the Earth Fire Small World spewed out eight huge stone tablets.

The stone tablet fell downwards due to its weight, but he flew higher and higher, directly into the gray vortex where dark clouds gathered.

"The fate of a nation is the law of heaven, and the spirit of the army is the way of heaven!" Fang Zong said what all cultivators knew, and then rushed into the military spirit, which was led by the military spirit. His figure turned into countless scattered water droplet butterflies, and when he reappeared, "crack!"

He crushed the heads of two military spirits, and countless attacks rained down on him, but it was as if adding fuel to the fire, making his momentum grow stronger and stronger.

"Oh my God!" Hua Jinghao, who was hiding among ordinary soldiers, cried out in anguish.

The North Korean warriors groaned; they thought Li Xiaoran was terrifying enough, but Fang Zong was even more so.

The military spirit and the military soul of North Korea have arrived. Even if Li Xiaoran is very powerful, he will be crushed to death by the military formation formed by the military spirit and the military soul. In fact, the military spirit does not even need to take action. The five thunderbolts of North Korea's great fortune are enough to kill or injure countless East Korean experts.

But now, Fang Zong has arrived.

With a single move, he directly annihilated two military leaders, treating the power of North Korea's Grand Canal as nothing!

"I killed the military spirit, it's truly an outrage against heaven and earth." Fang Zong spread his arms, and pure blue true yang fire burned away a portion of the North Korean military spirit. "But unfortunately, I, Fang Zong, followed the heavenly principles of the East and executed my own heavenly way. Tiny North Korea..."

As he spoke, Fang Zong looked down at his feet—a gray vortex of dark clouds gathered right beneath him, suddenly churning as if it had been enraged.

The gray vortex flew to the top of his head, higher than him. All the dark clouds over North Korea continued to gather and join the vortex, making the purple lightning inside even denser and more terrifying.

"You won't tolerate me? Come on!" Fang Zong raised his head and shouted.

His eyes, which were pitch black, suddenly turned into vertical golden pupils, surrounded by a yellowish-brown color like scattered glass, like the eyes of a cold-blooded animal, filled with the oppressive aura of a superior.

"His eyes..." The black-robed man and the peacock were both unsettled. They staggered backward with their ancient demon subordinates, and tumbled off the clouds.

That's terrifying! That's so scary!

Fang Zong's eyes were clearly those of an ancient demon king, and not just any ordinary ancient demon king. Peacock even cursed, "Fang Zong!" He was both amused and exasperated, unsure whether to be happy or afraid. "This is a Saintly Demon Lord, a Saintly Demon Lord of the 'World-Shaking' level! Fang Zong, you brat… In my past life, it took me tens of thousands of years to reach this level, to be able to roam freely across the eight wastelands… You…"

The black-robed figure said speechlessly, "His strength could uproot mountains and rivers, his fame was known throughout the world, he stood above all others, he roamed freely in all directions, and his might shook the world... When I fought against Buddha, the strongest demon under my command only reached the Saint Demon rank of 'roaming freely in all directions.' Those who could reach the level of 'shaking the world' were no longer confined to the Eastern Kingdom; they could roam freely throughout the world... Peacock, from ancient times to the present, only you and Sun Wukong have reached this level, right? Now, a human... a living person... Peacock, you ancient demon kings are not even as good as a human!"

Bai Baixue: "Don't mention me."

Bai Baixue didn't want to say anything anymore. She was still thinking of helping Fang Zong block the first strike of the Five Thunderbolts, but now... never mind, she'll wait a little longer.

Back when she was still the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, the first time she was captured and brought to the Heavenly Court, she was struck by heavenly lightning, but she was not afraid. Even the Execution Platform, which had executed countless gods, could not do anything to her. At that time, she had not yet consumed the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, nor had she been put into the Eight Trigrams Furnace by Laozi for frantic refining. She relied not on her profound cultivation, but on her high-ranking title of "World-Shaking Prestige" among the Saintly Demon Lords.

With such a high-ranking Saint Demon rank, what is Fang Zong afraid of being struck by lightning?

As expected, the boundless dark clouds spun rapidly, thunder erupted, and the oppressive force seemed to crush the entire world.

But when a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl fell, Fang Zong caught it with one hand, as if he were holding a real lightning snake. With a forceful pull of his arms, he tore it into scattered sparks of electricity!

"The first of the five thunderbolts!" Fang Zong sneered, then raised his hand and crushed the head of another soldier's soul.

"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for being attacked by North Korea's Grand Luck. North Korea's Grand Luck has committed an act of insubordination and has suffered a counterattack damage of 36,590,000 points!"

"Double kill! Congratulations to the Summoner for attacking North Korea's Grand Fortune, shattering 630,000 points of defense in the National Fortune Treasury!"

"Triblekill! Congratulations to the Summoner for attacking North Korea's National Treasure Vault, triggering a critical strike and breaking through 3.76 million points of defense..."

Ninth Sister gave several warnings in a row, saying, "Summoner, please be careful. There are five strikes in the Five Thunderbolts, and the second strike is more than ten times more powerful than the first!"

As soon as the sound fell, a second bolt of heavenly lightning condensed above his head, its pressure even more intense, making it difficult for Fang Zong to breathe.

He looked up and saw a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket striking down. He assumed a horse stance and suddenly threw an uppercut...

"boom!"

After the massive lightning bolt struck Fang Zong's fist, it paused briefly before surging backward. The dark clouds were shattered by the immense force, and countless bolts of lightning began to dissipate in all directions.

Fang Zong emerged from the mist, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but his complexion remained normal.

"This... how is this possible?" Hua Jinghao, who was hiding among the ordinary soldiers, was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, then jumped up again: "Run! Run! Run! The Heavenly Punishment has been shattered, we are no match for it... Fang Zong, I don't believe you have the guts to slaughter ordinary people, aren't you afraid of the joint sanctions from the major countries!"

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