Chapter 292: He Is A Good Person

Since joining the war, these zombie armies had been hovering on the fringes of the battlefield.

They were responsible for spreading poison and polluting the environment of the Divine Kingdom.

They had never come into direct contact with any high-tier alien believers.

Now that they finally had the opportunity to step onto the true main battlefield, they naturally could not suppress their Battle Intent and curiosity.

Meanwhile, the main battlefield had advanced to the divine kingdom core.

The once prosperous Vajra King Monkey divine kingdom had long since withered away.

A large number of adult warriors were slaughtered on the front lines, and even the young monkeys that had not yet grown up were forcibly conscripted into the battlefield.

Now, within the entire divine kingdom, there were fewer than one hundred million survivors.

What remained were merely the old, weak, sick, and disabled, barely clinging to life.

Above the sky of the divine kingdom, a phantom slowly condensed.

Qi Tian stood between heaven and earth; his originally golden monkey fur had turned completely white, and he seemed to have aged tens of thousands of years in an instant.

With the large-scale death of his believers and the destruction of his divine kingdom Foundation, he, as a god, naturally suffered a violent backlash.

"Human…"

His voice was hoarse, carrying an unconcealable exhaustion and aura of death.

"I have lost."

"Before I completely perish, could you appear and meet me?"

The moment his voice fell, space twisted slightly.

Yang Fan's consciousness followed the divine kingdom passage and descended directly above the divine kingdom core.

Qi Tian looked up, his gaze falling on Yang Fan, his expression complex to the extreme.

"Who exactly are you?" he asked in a low voice.

"My name is Yang Fan, a junior student at the Primordial Academy of the Human Race." Yang Fan spoke calmly, without any concealment.

Qi Tian was currently suppressed and sealed by the Primordial Academy, his consciousness isolated from the outside world.

Yang Fan naturally did not worry about being exposed.

"A student?" Qi Tian's pupils contracted suddenly. "Impossible! You are lying to me!"

"Why would I lie to you?" Yang Fan looked at him. "You are about to die."

Qi Tian was stunned for a moment.

Then, as if he had suddenly lost all his energy, he muttered in a low voice:

"That's right…"

"You indeed have no need to lie to me."

"I… am already dying."

He suddenly laughed, but there was not a hint of joy in his laughter.

"A student… actually possesses so many S-Rank Buildings…"

"Could it be that I have been imprisoned for too long, and now your Human Race has annexed all the other races?"

"No… impossible…"

He shook his head violently, his eyes gradually becoming chaotic.

"I have only been suppressed for a few thousand years, and the front lines at most only had a few local Divine Kingdom Wars… How could it become like this…"

Qi Tian grabbed his own whitening fur, his expression nearly collapsing.

Confusion, absurdity, and despair intertwined continuously in his eyes.

Yang Fan did not explain.

His gaze passed over Qi Tian and landed on the remaining Vajra King Monkeys, and he spoke slowly:

"Before your divine kingdom core is completely taken, do you want to fight one more time?"

Qi Tian was startled upon hearing this, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Fight one more time? Is there any point?"

"Right now, I only have a group of defeated soldiers left."

"Any one of your S-Rank Buildings would be enough to crush them."

The light in his eyes had long since faded, as if he had completely accepted the outcome.

"I will not use any S-Rank Building, only Formations." Yang Fan said calmly.

Qi Tian paused slightly and looked up at him:

"Why do this?"

"Your strength is too weak." Yang Fan's tone remained calm. "I still have one Formation I haven't used, and I want to see if I can win against the strong while being weak."

Qi Tian was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he waved his hand, his tone surprisingly relaxed:

"Whatever, but before I die, can you have the Human Race Mall help me buy some things?"

He looked up at Yang Fan, his eyes actually holding a hint of relief.

"Spirit peaches, spirit wine… a greater variety."

"I have been imprisoned for too long."

"Before I die, I want to try a different taste."

Yang Fan nodded in agreement, then issued an order through his authority, commanding Yang Da to make the purchase.

The next instant, ten thousand meters high in the sky, a long table spread out from thin air.

Yang Fan and Qi Tian's two consciousness Incarnations sat opposite each other.

The table was filled with spirit peaches and spirit wine, with Spiritual Qi swirling about, like an immortal feast.

Qi Tian had no image of a god, simply grabbing a spirit peach and biting into it; high-tier spirit peaches were swallowed one by one in a single bite.

A large pot of monkey wine was poured into his mouth, and he let out a long breath, a long-lost tipsiness appearing on his face.

It was as if he had briefly escaped the reality of "being about to die."

Meanwhile, the battlefield below had also synchronized and unfolded.

Yang Da clearly understood Yang Fan's intention, deliberately suppressing the scale of combat power and adjusting the number of believers on both sides to the same level.

The Four Symbols Heaven Evolution Formation slowly spread out, the Formation patterns extending like the meridians of heaven and earth.

Qi Tian drank wine while looking down at the battlefield below.

Soon, he captured the Core Formation realm believer at the core of the Formation.

"Core Formation realm…"

"B-Rank Formation…"

He commented casually, his tone extremely flat.

At this moment, he didn't even have a shred of surprise.

After all, everything he had seen recently had long since completely shattered his perception.

Compared to those overwhelming S-Rank Buildings, a Core Formation Cultivator could no longer even be considered an "anomaly."

He just continued to drink, his expression numb and relieved.

He even lost interest in commenting.

This battle, for him, was more like a final "last meal."

Perhaps death was the only release.

The Four Symbols Heaven Evolution Formation below was fully deployed.

The Formation patterns spread out like a canopy in the sky, with the phantoms of the Four Symbols occupying the four directions: the Azure Dragon soaring into the sky, the White Tiger splitting the earth, the Vermilion Bird burning the heavens, and the Black Tortoise suppressing the seas.

Even though the overall combat power of Yang Fan's believers was relatively weak, under the command and enhancement of the B-Rank Formation, their power was forcibly twisted into one.

Offense and defense were one, circulating without end.

Every rotation of the Formation was like the operation of a precise strangling machine.

The Vajra King Monkeys had just rushed into the Formation when they were separated, restrained, and shredded by the power of the Four Symbols.

Blood and severed limbs exploded in the light of the Formation, with almost no space for resistance.

On the ground, corpses piled up in patches.

The battlefield quickly turned from a stalemate into a one-sided crushing.

And above the sky, Qi Tian's figure also became increasingly illusory at this moment.

His divinity was being stripped away bit by bit, and his consciousness began to become transparent.

If all the believers in the divine kingdom were completely exterminated, even if the divine kingdom core had not yet been taken, he would also dissipate completely along with them.

Yang Fan's gaze swept across the battlefield, his tone indifferent:

"The B-Rank Formation is indeed much stronger than the C-Rank."

"Once the number of believers is sufficient, the power will be amplified infinitely."

He paused, then casually added:

"However, that is all it is."

It was not that the Formation was not strong, but in front of his dozens of S-Rank Buildings, this level of power already appeared too "orderly," lacking true suppressive force.

At this moment, Qi Tian had tasted all the spirit fruits and spirit wine on the table.

He leaned lazily against the back of the chair, his expression even carrying a long-lost satisfaction.

It was as if the tension before death was actually a long-overdue rest.

He looked up at Yang Fan and said softly, "Human Yang Fan… thank you for treating me to this meal."

"You… can be considered a good person."