"Seven Revolutions Stepping on the Galaxy!"

With a wave of his hand, Fang Fan summoned countless shimmering fragments from the heavens and earth, which quickly coalesced into a dark, gray star under the scorching heat of the green flames.

Shen Qian knew that those were Qu Bai's remains.

At this moment, seven stars had appeared in a row in the sky.

Fang Fan's speed in refining stars is more than ten times that of the Great Protector of the Spirit Witch Clan!

"Eight Revolutions Shatter the Heavenly Sky!"

Fang Fan shouted again.

This time, his figure became somewhat ethereal, clearly indicating that he was exerting himself greatly.

Shen Qian frowned and stood still. All around him was a net of green flames, which, under Fang Fan's influence, ignited the entire Spirit Witch World once again.

He really didn't have a good way to deal with the green flame's blockade.

This is, after all, the convergence of the remaining power of the entire world.

So Shen Qian simply conserved his energy and watched Fang Fan coldly.

Countless fragments, still imbued with sword intent, converged in mid-air, coalescing into the eighth star.

Those are Lin Sanmo's remains.

Fang Fan paused for a moment, and Chen Qian finally spoke, "Since your pill is a Nine-Turn God-Creating Pill, where is the final turn?"

Excluding Fang Fan, eight people have already perished, but Shen Qian has roughly figured out the method of this forbidden technique.

This is a medicine-making technique based on heaven and earth, using the rotting corpses of demonic beasts as fuel, and using unparalleled geniuses as the medicinal catalyst.

A peerless genius corresponds to the first stage of refinement.

At this point, the eighth transformation had already passed, and Fang Fan had no more corpses to use. Shen Qian estimated that in the other party's predetermined plan, he should be the catalyst for the final transformation.

But it's clear that Shen Qian is still standing here alive, so the other party's Nine Revolutions God-Making Pill is only missing the last link.

"I have to say, something unexpected did happen."

Fang Fan smiled and said, "I underestimated the quality of this generation of human prodigies. I used up almost all my backup plans beforehand to get to this point, but I... am someone who always has a backup plan."

"Great Protector!"

Shen Qian wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but then he suddenly remembered something and his expression changed slightly.

When Lin Sanmo unleashed his final sword strike, the Grand Protector still had the strength to defend himself, but he gave up at the crucial moment, which clearly indicated that he had some purpose.

"You guessed right." Fang Fan chuckled, then sighed, "Although it's a bit lacking without your 'Nine Revolutions God-Making Pill,' it's still barely enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Fan spread his arms and embraced the void, while reciting the last five words one by one.

"Nine Revolutions...Defying the Nine Heavens!"

The green flames in the sky suddenly reversed direction and gathered in the direction where the Great Protector was located.

Boom!

Thunder roared from the void, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crumble completely. At the same time, countless silver lightning bolts rained down on Fang Fan like a torrential downpour.

This is a divine retribution, a catastrophe from which there is no redemption; this is true divine punishment.

Previously sealed outside the Spirit Witch World by an array, now that the world has collapsed, divine retribution has finally arrived.

Fang Fan's body shattered amidst the countless lightning strikes, but Chen Qian's gaze sharpened for a moment; this was definitely the best opportunity to kill his opponent.

Unfortunately... Shen Qian soon discovered, to his dismay, that he couldn't get in at all.

Although the heavenly lightning was concentrated on Fang Fan, its coverage area was extremely wide. Once Chen Qian entered, he would definitely be attacked by the heavenly lightning as well. There were simply too many variables.

Amidst a crackling sound that seemed to shatter eardrums, the entire world collapsed, forcing even Shenqian to put up a strong resistance.

The thunder lasted for almost a full minute.

Given the speed at which lightning strikes, even a conservative estimate would be that at least tens of thousands of bolts of lightning struck Fang Fan within just one minute.

When everything collapsed and the dust settled, what appeared before Shen Qian was a vast expanse filled with spatial rifts. Faintly, one could see some twinkling stars through those broken cracks.

The vast world of spirit witches has become a low-lying landmass less than 10,000 meters wide, riddled with potholes and countless holes.

Shen Qian squinted, feeling the rapidly disappearing oxygen around him, and had to hold his breath, using his Yuan energy to maintain his physical vitality.

High-level martial artists can only survive for a few hours in an oxygen-deficient environment, but at the Mountain and Sea level, their Yuan energy has the characteristic of being inexhaustible, and their dependence on oxygen has been reduced to a minimum. On the contrary, they are more uncomfortable in an environment lacking spiritual energy.

So when the last nine people realized it was a do-or-die situation, everyone used their ultimate moves without hesitation.

The spiritual energy in the world of spirit witches was already sealed off, which was not enough to sustain them in a prolonged battle.

The longer it drags on, the weaker their strength will become.

At this moment, Fang Fan's aura was almost silent in the void, but Shen Qian did not believe that the other party had really been struck dead by lightning.

After years of planning and setting up such a grand scheme, did the other side not anticipate the Heavenly Tribulation?

That's ridiculous.

Sure enough, a slender figure slowly emerged from the void; it was Fang Fan, whose face was somewhat distorted.

"Fang Fan's foundation is really weak. If I hadn't spent a lot of money to prepare several Body Condensation Pills, he really wouldn't have been able to hold on."

Fang Fan, or more accurately, number 56, cursed angrily.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Fan reached out and a seven-colored pill flew from the void and landed in his hand.

"This tiny pill has taken me years of hard work, and it's finally done."

Fang Fan sighed contentedly.

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