"Glorious Evolution"
Yes, the sky shattered, the earth sank, and the entire sea area trembled and cried out under her divine might... Yet in the heart of this world-ending storm, Fang Yuan stood still, as unfathomable as a deep abyss!
"Old Witch—"
The young man let out a cold laugh, his voice icy to the bone, like ancient frozen ice.
"Dare to repeat what you just said?"
"This..."
The Pope's throat tightened suddenly, as though an invisible ghostly hand was strangling her.
She never expected that the divine pressure from the upper realm would fail to affect Fang Yuan!
Why is this happening? Clearly, even this world could not bear it, yet why is he still standing firm?!
No, don't even say he's standing firm! The way he looks, it seems as if no obstacle has even touched him!
"You... How did you do it?!"
The entire sea area trembled under the Pope's divine pressure, but at this moment, her face, merging with her wings, wore an extremely unpleasant expression.
She couldn't understand the situation in front of her. The difference between her and Fang Yuan was now one of life essence. The crushing of higher beings upon lower beings was a law of the universe!
No matter how powerful Fang Yuan's cultivation was, as long as he had not ascended, he was still a mortal of the lower realms.
But why can a mere mortal stand unyielding under the divine pressure of a god?!
"Mortal! What method did you use? You..."
Before she could finish, the sky suddenly erupted!
A slash materialized out of thin air, tearing the gloomy clouds apart with a violent posture. Before the sword light reached, the terrifying gale had already turned the clouds within a hundred miles into dust.
Fast—too fast!
Her pupils barely contracted when the slash, with the power to split mountains and shatter mountains, slammed into her body with great force!
"Boom—!"
The Pope's body, like a falling star, pierced through the sky. With a deafening boom, she slammed into the dry seabed, leaving behind a massive pit with a diameter of a hundred meters amidst the smoke and dust!
"Crack... Crack..."
The crisp sound of cracking echoed from her entire body. The distorted wings were already covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
Clearly, after transforming into a monster, the Pope's body strength had increased significantly. One slash alone was no longer enough to kill her.
"Your wings have truly hardened, but that's just perfect. Now I can kill you a few more times!"
Fang Yuan looked at the distorted monster in front of him but couldn't help but feel a strange nostalgia for the Pope who arrogantly ordered him to "kneel and lick her feet."
Now, it was better; she didn't even have feet.
The pressure from the higher realm had no effect on him, and this was partly due to the *Fourth Calamity*, but the bigger reason was that Fang Yuan didn't belong to this world!
You may reign over the pressure of this world, but what does it have to do with me, someone from another world?
Thinking of this, Fang Yuan's figure shot down!
"Looking for death!"
The Pope also soared up from the cracked seabed, her wings burning fiercely, each feather turning into boiling flames of law.
"Dare to come at me, mere mortal? How dare you desecrate the gods?!"
As the Pope's wings flapped furiously, the overwhelming sea of fire contracted, transforming into an immortal bird that blotted out the sky!
"Let this fire of law devour you!"
"Caw—!!"
The immortal bird's cry tore through the void as it devoured Fang Yuan, its internal fire law wildly eroding his flesh and soul!
However—
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Continuous slashing sounds exploded from within the fire bird's body! Fang Yuan, drenched in blood, laughed maniacally amidst the flames, his arms turning into afterimages, and sword light poured down like a torrential rain!
The Pope was almost scared out of her wits. Her pupils dilated from shock!
That was the law of fire that burned everything in the world—how could it not affect him?
The pressure from her status was ineffective, the law's flames were useless—this monster didn't even obey the rules of the world?!
How could this be? This is too much!
Boom!!——
The next moment, the immortal bird let out its final, mournful cry. Its massive body of law collapsed under Fang Yuan's slash.
A figure, drenched in blood-red flames, burst through the fire. Fang Yuan grinned, revealing his white teeth, and in his hand, the long sword dragged a hundred-zhang-long sword aura of flames—
"Now, it's your turn!"
Fang Yuan's savage grin echoed in the air, and the world-shattering slash crashed heavily into the Pope's body!
"Crack—Boom!!"
The sound of bones breaking and the explosion of thunder occurred simultaneously. The Pope, like a ragdoll, was knocked back thousands of feet, her flaming feathers mixing with golden blood, spilling across the sky, leaving behind a mournful blood rainbow.
"Ahhhh!!!"
The Pope's scream was heart-wrenching. With her enhanced angelic perception, every inch of her flesh was torn apart, amplifying the pain to the extreme.
Her pupils were scattered, her wings convulsing, and her screams even carried a non-human quiver.
"Please stop..."
The Pope's throat forced out a broken plea: "I surrender, please forgive me..."
Despair, an unprecedented despair!
She had chosen to no longer be human, becoming a noble angel. In front of this man, she was as fragile as a newborn.
In fact, the Pope's greatest reliance after transforming into an angel—the pressure of status—had no effect on Fang Yuan.
And the so-called law fire was also useless before Fang Yuan's *Fourth Calamity*.
After all, with his physique, he was immune to the *law* debuff, meaning... after the Pope transformed into an angel, dealing with him became even easier.
Now, the threat from the Pope to Fang Yuan was even less than when she was playing cards with him before.
This boss's second transformation stage really made her regress!
The Pope's vision had already blurred, golden blood covered her thousands of eyes, turning the light into a patch of bloody red.
She looked up, and in her gradually dissipating vision, the young man coldly looked down at her, his pupils showing no pity.
"God?"
Fang Yuan's voice was like the ice of the extreme north, crushing the Pope's last dignity with every word:
"A weak god."
The Pope trembled, but could no longer make a sound. Her body was disintegrating, her wings turning into drifting light dust, and Fang Yuan's sword was already raised, the shadow of death descending.
"But don't worry."
At the moment the blade fell, Fang Yuan's whispered words were like the decree of death:
"The gods you believe in... I'll soon bring them down to accompany you."
The sword light flashed, and the angel's broken body disintegrated into ashes in the edge of the blade.
[Slay the Federal Pope, Good Deed Points +2,000,000!]
The last and strongest enemy of the Western Continent was finally... slain by Fang Yuan!!!