Toras's sharp eyes were fixed on Fang Xian, his massive body radiating a terrifying aura.
"Foolish human, do you know what 'True Form' means?"
Fang Xian calmly took out the "Dragon Staff," looking at Toras with an air of nonchalance.
"Is this your last words?"
"Arrogant brat, you probably don't know, but when I unleash my 'True Form,' my strength will increase by 100%!"
Everyone was shocked. Eaglemen were already a superior race, possessing overwhelming strength in every aspect.
A level 700 Eagleman was already incredibly powerful; now, revealing his "True Form," his strength was terrifyingly immense.
Fang Xian gently grasped the "Dragon Staff," his wrist flicking slightly, causing the staff to spin rapidly.
After one rotation, he pointed the "Dragon Staff" at Toras and spoke calmly.
"Finished?"
"Then you can die."
"Boom!"
Countless bolts of lightning, as thick as an arm, appeared in the sky, pouring down towards Toras.
Toras's eyes were contemptuous, utterly disdainful.
It spread its wings, exuding an air of superiority, ready to gladly accept the baptism of lightning.
"A mere human attack is just a tickle, it doesn't even..."
"Crack!"
Before Toras could finish speaking, its voice abruptly stopped, and its massive body vanished.
Eastern Alliance members: ???
Western Alliance members: ???
Fang Xian: ???
Just moments ago, thunder roared in the sky, but now, the entire space was deathly silent, eerily still.
Instantly killed?
A level 700 high-level race, the Eagleman, who had activated its true form, was instantly killed by a 20-year-old boy who had just arrived in the Great Thousand World.
"Just like that, all of a slender beauty was gone in a flash?"
"Clang!"
The weapon of the Western Alliance member fell limply from his hand, shattering the silence and pulling everyone back to reality.
Li Zekai stared dumbfounded at Fang Xian in the sky, suddenly remembering a saying his father had uttered:
"All schemes are useless before absolute strength."
Now he understood why his father only wanted to cultivate; it wasn't that he wasn't interested in other things, but rather that he hadn't reached the level to go out and have fun.
Li Zekai regretted it. He had plenty of women to play with, yet he insisted on fighting to the death with Wu Lingtian because of that damned competitive spirit.
Now, things had gone awry; how was he going to clean up the mess?
Jin Yaoyang's round face was covered in sweat. The Eastern Alliance was clearly in a hopeless situation, so why did the Dragon Alliance have such an overpowered figure?
He hated, hated Wu Lingtian to death. If he had such methods, why didn't he say so sooner?
Now, he was caught in a bind.
The only possible outcome is likely becoming a corpse.
The leaders of the Western Alliance were all drenched in sweat, filled with regret.
If they had known the Dragon Alliance had such a figure, they would never have gotten involved in this mess.
Now look what happened; they've ruined themselves.
And the kind of stench that comes from rotting corpses.
The Eagle Clan was even more filled with remorse, their already green intestines turning even greener.
Why couldn't they have been enjoying a carefree life as eagles in the Northern Forest? Instead, they traveled thousands of miles to become prey.
Well, they're wiped out.
The members of the White Bear Alliance and the white kingdom Alliance were filled with regret. Just moments ago, Wu Lingtian had given them a chance, but they were too weak and missed it.
They wanted to beg for mercy, but considering Wu Lingtian's ruthless methods—killing even his own people without hesitation—did they, as outsiders, really have a chance?
Having figured out the answer, their faces fell.
Experiencing several life-or-death choices in a single day was exhausting. Destruction it was.
The Dragon Alliance members were overjoyed, all relieved that their choice had been so correct.
Sometimes, choices truly matter most; one wrong step leads to an abyss.
After this battle, they would be even more determined to stay in the Dragon Alliance, never to betray them.
The Snake-People were even more excited about Fang Xian's performance; he was their—King.
Previously, they felt somewhat confused and easily manipulated by Fang Xian, but now that feeling vanished, replaced by boundless admiration.
They were very grateful that Empress Hankku and Queen Medusa's choice was truly wise.
The snake people believed that under the leadership of Fang Xian, Hankku, and Medusa, their race would reach unprecedented heights.
They might even evolve into a legendary race.
Zhao Yunlong, Lü Wushuang, and Xiang Tianyu, who had originally planned a grand and spectacular undertaking, now realized they didn't need to risk their lives at all.
Their biggest feeling at this moment was: the ancients were right, it's always good to take shelter under a big tree.
Tsunade's beautiful eyes widened, staring intently at Fang Xian.
Was Fang Xian really a newcomer who had just arrived in the Great Thousand World with her?
She really wanted to ask, albeit tentatively:
Was Fang Xian's arrival in the Great Thousand World for ascension? Or was it a descent to the mortal realm?
Lü Lingqi, on the other hand, was heartbroken. Her pride had been repeatedly trampled underfoot by Fang Xian.
Compared to Fang Xian, this self-proclaimed genius was utterly useless, nothing at all.
She was deeply lost in confusion, not knowing what to do.
Perhaps she really needed to ask Fang Xian for advice on how to become so powerful.
Empress Hankku and Queen Medusa were filled with nothing but admiration.
As expected of their man, he was truly invincible.
Wu Lingtian's expression was cold, but inwardly she was overjoyed.
She was secretly delighted to be Fang Xian's woman and glad she had made the right choice.
It was even possible that choosing to submit to Fang Xian was the best decision of her life.
The battle situation was now settled; the Dragon Alliance and Snake Island would be the biggest beneficiaries. They needed to carefully consider their future power strategies.
The landscape of the Asian region would change, and they also had to consider all the consequences that would arise after Li Zekai's death.
Fang Xian's wives, apart from the newly joined Tifa and Asuna who were amazed, were already used to it, even smiling as they watched Tifa and Asuna's expressions.
This perfectly illustrated the saying: new fans are full of amazement, while old fans are already secretly laughing.
As for Fang Xian himself, he was also somewhat bewildered.
This level 700 Eagleman, all high and mighty, is so weak!
He only intended to use "Heavenly Thunder" to reduce Toras's health by 60%, but wow, it instantly killed him.
What kind of bullshit advanced race is this? So useless.
Fang Xian forgot that above advanced races there are "King-level Races" and "God-level Races."
Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, and Xiao'er belong to the "God-level Races."
Compared to them, the Eagleman's advanced race is indeed quite weak.
However, it's also possible that the "divine effect" of the "Dragon Staff" was triggered, with a 10% chance of instant kill.
Anyway, the strongest eagle-man, Trust, is dead; now it's time to clean up the mess.
Fang Xian's eyes swept across the world, his sword pointed at the Western Alliance, and he said casually:
"Your heads are too high."