Starting with Growing Mushrooms

"Trouble!"

Harris saw this and couldn’t help but break through the encirclement. "These soldiers seem unable to use theft, but there aren’t many of them. I can rush out and steal from those unprotected ones."

...

"The battle sure is lively."

Liu Jun silently overlooked the battlefield.

God can certainly create fake theft Divine Objects, but their functionality is too poor.

They can’t steal from the true strong ones.

Therefore, he still has to throw out the real theft Divine Object.

But every time he throws it out, it means risk.

"Anyway, once it’s thrown, as long as it can be retrieved later, it’s fine." Liu Jun looked at Harris, who had transformed into the God of Theft, already prepared with a complete plan to deal with the God of Theft.

This mortal who lost the Celestial Will characteristics...

No matter how strong, he’s just an Eighth Tier mortal.

Soon, he will be crazily besieged and killed by his own army.

What’s the use of strength?

After all, he’s a mortal, and I’ll make him die in utter frustration!

...

Soon, an hour passed, half a day, a day.

Harris’s combat strength was extraordinarily powerful, and his physique was incredibly robust. He had already killed the seventh batch of elite soldiers who came to fill the line and pick up the Divine Formats as substitutes!

And he also found a new way to steal the structure of the Divine Formats...

In this way, he could destroy one Divine Format after another, preventing the opponent from retrieving the Divine Formats and repeatedly resurrecting new soldiers to besiege him!

Under such a trick, the damage to the Divine Formats became permanent...

Not really!

God looked at these exploded Divine Formats, feeling a slight heartache, "These are my accumulations over the years; the strong ones don’t matter, but the Divine Formats do."

Divine Formats, like a kind of cosmic positioning in the Eighth Tier Mythical Era.

As long as one could attain this rank, a perfect Seventh Tier could advance to the Eighth Tier.

Shattering them, naturally, caused heartache.

"I can only use time reversal... to restore the shattered Divine Formats."

Liu Jun took a deep breath,

"But I’m afraid I can’t save too many! Some are shattered so excessively, not even a trace of the Divine Format remains; how can I save them? Such a loss, too great!"

Liu Jun looked at those broken Divine Formats, acting as a repairman.

Indeed, when the cannons fire, gold flows.

He hoped this time, with so many people thrown against the boss, that the equipment, technology, and information that dropped after this guy’s death could recoup the losses.

A flicker of reluctance showed in Liu Jun’s eyes.

"This guy is indeed absurdly strong. If I were to personally intervene head-on...the risk would be too high."

Let it drag on a bit more!

If the soldiers can’t fight him, then he’s qualified to fight me.

After all, this is about beating a drowning dog.

But seeing the situation, he’s likely to fall into the hands of this group of ferocious mortals.

...

If Liu Jun was only distressed by the army’s expenditures, Harris was in pain.

I shouldn’t have come...

A wave of despair and regret kept surfacing in his heart.

He had countless troops, an entire dynasty, so why on earth did he come here all of a sudden alone?

As a result, his invincibility was subdued by various schemes and tactics, making him feel so aggrieved and uncomfortable!

An increasingly strong sense of unease and fear surrounded his heart.

He understood more than anyone.

The longer it drags on, the more hopeless it becomes.

If he can’t kill his way out quickly, he’ll sooner or later be worn to death!

"Can’t wait any longer."

He took a deep breath, looking toward a unique breakthrough point.

Solar Chaos.

Earlier, when he used the anglerfish form, they ambushed him, sending him into the Death World.

By the time he emerged, they had pushed the Solar Chaos far away!

Even the anglerfish lost its handy weapon.

Now, he pinned his hope on the distant Solar Chaos,

"This fireball can break myriad spells. If I can just charge over and push the fireball, I’ll have a chance to escape..."

He was almost at a dead end, in despair, only able to make such a desperate gamble.

But he couldn’t make it too obvious...

Otherwise, if the opponents noticed him approaching that sun, he would never break through.

"Fight while retreating!"

Harris took a deep breath. As a mere mortal, he lost the characteristics of the Celestial Will Race, making many of his top-notch hidden moves unusable.

This pained him terribly.

His astonishing strength unutilized, reduced to just over two layers.

Roar!

"Kill!" He fought while retreating, constantly roaring, stepping over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, charging back and forth like a general entering and exiting seven times, exuding a manic and fierce aura as he made his sorties.

Charge!

Along the way, he defeated countless strong persons, causing bursts of blood to spray, "Now’s the chance!"

Suddenly, he finally found a rare opportunity amidst the crowd, no longer concealing his strength, charging straight toward his target.

Harris’s eyes glinted with joy: "Success!"

He looked at the sun up close.

Once he left, he’d never return.

He could even give up his entire empire!

Let this bizarre civilization of gods wildly take over his realm.

All he needed was to keep the theft Divine Object, hide in the shadows, wait for the next birth of a Celestial Will kin, then kill him, using theft to reclaim the Celestial Will characteristics and retrieve the theft Divine Object.

At that time, he’d regain the Celestial Will Race, still a god with the Power of Theft!

He would soar to new heights...

He felt more than anyone the terror and incredibility of this Divine Object.

The next moment, his joyous expression suddenly froze on his face, as the Solar Chaos suddenly and unexpectedly charged toward him, and they collided fiercely.

God’s invisible hand awaited behind: "How did you know I planned to use chaos for the final blow?"

Ah!

Immediately afterward, they abruptly collided.

A violent scream erupted from Harris, his body turned into a cloud of blood mist, as if thrown into the world’s largest cosmic millstone, ground to pieces.

"I’m dying..." In the throes of death, Harris trembled all over.

He utterly regretted it.

Sitting high in the universe’s center, he needn’t have come down to join this fray.

"It’s all because of that Solar Chaos cast in here; it must have stirred my curiosity, luring me over..."

At the moment of his explosive disintegration, a peculiar Tao Artifact fragment suddenly emanated from within him.

The fragment unfolded into a massive door, with a thunderous sound, like a spatial tremble, and a voice floated from the other side:

"Who... killed the kin of the second trial..."

"Harris, who attacked you?"

On the other side appeared a glimpse of a verdant scenery, featuring enormous flowers, lizards, giant dragons, and insects.

A powerful being stood amidst the sea of stars, as if capturing information from the second trial on the other side.

"What is this? Harris, what treasure have you acquired?"

That glance seemed to dwell in God’s civilization of wisdom,

"And you, hmm...what are you?" the opposite voice exclaimed in disbelief.

"Whatever you are, young one, how bold you are to kill my kin of the second trial, do you think you can live?"

The next moment, a translucent green hand reached out from the void, grabbing at Harris.

Attempting to snatch both Harris and his theft Divine Object!

"Do you dare extend your hand?"

"Someone on the other side, be cautious about how far you extend your arm." God’s voice carried a cold and sharp tone,

"Then let’s chop it off."

In the next instant.

The Solar Chaos slowly floated into the air, instantly grabbed by his gigantic hand.

Like a hand grasping a massive fireball, countless screams of agony came from the other side of the void.

"Hot hot hot!!"