Although Fang Han said this harshly, everyone was almost frightened when they heard the first word.

Because this is the true language of the Old Ones.

No one present except Fang Han himself could understand.

Moreover, this language also has the effect of words and spirits, and it itself has incredible power.

The moment the right person says it, it can release a chilling atmosphere.

"You, you are?"

"We were wrong. We really shouldn't have hurt your companions. Spare your life!"

"Get up. After all, we are also high-level angels and nobles in the heaven. How can we bow to such a humble person in a place like this?"

…

They talked all over the place, and almost every word they said had no confidence.

They even felt that it took them several centuries to die. They watched with their own eyes as the skin on their bodies rotted inch by inch, and finally even their white bones turned into powder and perished between heaven and earth.

But in Fang Han's eyes, this happened in an instant.

Just when all four people turned into a puddle of black water, everyone else came back to their senses.

They didn't expect that the powerful god would be killed in just one second in front of Fang Han?

Even if they are not the highest-level main gods and deputy gods in the divine world, they are at least gods, right?

On this day, the color of heaven and earth changed, and the entire continent ushered in disillusionment.

Because the four gods died, the sea began to sink, and the water level dropped by one thousand meters.

The top of Crescent City is almost above the water.

At the same time, a beam of light also shone on the bodies of the four people.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man wearing a robe and with four wings stood out from the beam of light: "Are you the new master of this continent? Did you kill four of them?"

"They hurt my companions and must die. If you also want to avenge them, I don't mind one more life."

"Also, I want to remind you.

The power contained in my body is extremely terrifying. It will make the people who are killed feel that their time has been slowed down ten thousand times. In other words, they need to go through ten thousand years of torture before they can really be freed from the pain. They even

Don’t realize you’re dead.”

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and then he sighed, and he seemed to feel helpless:

"That's all, I don't want to fight with you because I know I may have no chance of winning. Let's talk about how to make you give up killing and conquering us?"

"impossible."

"Really? What if I say, we can help you eliminate the people who are high on this continent?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Han's expression became solemn, because he understood that the man was talking about none other than Hastur.

But this also made Fang Han feel a little strange: "Why should we believe you? What's the reason?"

"If you think our words are not credible, then you can kill us all and we won't mind, but I believe and know that if you do that, that guy will only be resurrected faster, right?"

This man has a plan.

Fang Han could tell that he came prepared. Maybe the four people just now were the cannon fodder prepared by his Celestial Clan, so that he could vent his anger and think calmly afterwards.

Thinking of this, Fang Han nodded: "Yes, I can promise you, but if you make me dissatisfied at all, I will destroy you, and none of you can escape."
Chapter completed!