Fang Xian was quite satisfied with the upgrade of his "God-tier Weapon" to "Divine Artifact."
Firstly, the enhancement level was raised to 20. A successful enhancement would significantly boost both attributes and damage.
Secondly, two more sockets were added, allowing him to socket two more high-level gems.
There was also an attribute bonus, increasing the four attributes by a total of 540 points.
Of course, the most crucial aspect was the two "Divine Skills."
The "Divine Effect" had a 10% chance to instantly kill the target.
This meant that the area-of-effect attacks unleashed by the "Dragon Staff"—"Flame Meteor Shower" and "Flame Tide"—could greatly increase the instant-kill probability.
Furthermore, it had an anti-resurrection effect, inflicting a 40% weakness.
This made both offense and retreat advantageous for the caster.
As for the "Divine Active Skill," it was even more powerful, serving as a support skill.
It retained memories and returned to 10 seconds prior, offering a surprise effect whether for devising counter-attack tactics or saving a life.
And it still couldn't be stopped; it would inevitably revert.
After reviewing these skills, Fang Xian suddenly realized a terrifying problem.
If others also possessed a similar "god-level effect" instant-kill mechanism, then his high attributes would be useless.
His "Invincibility Necklace" could lock his health on a fatal blow.
But Fang Xian dared not gamble. After all, usually, invincibility negates death caused by damage; death caused by a mechanism was something the "Invincibility Necklace" probably couldn't withstand.
Moreover, the "Invincibility Necklace" was only a "King-level equipment," which, by all accounts, couldn't withstand a "god-level effect."
It seemed he still needed to possess an "immortal constitution" like Hong Zhentian.
Or, obtain a "resurrection armor."
But neither of these was easily achievable.
Of course, besides him, there might not be anyone on Blue Star with a "lethal" mechanism skill.
Even if there were, as long as he didn't act recklessly and instantly killed the opponent, preventing the low probability of triggering the "lethal" effect, he would be fine.
As the old saying goes, villains die from talking too much, and there's some truth to that.
In short, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; one can't be reckless.
Fang Xian looked at the women who had returned after leveling up and gave them all the "Heaven-Mending Stones" to use once.
...
Two days later.
Fang Xian's entire set of "God-level Equipment" had been upgraded to "Divine Artifacts," and all of them were upgraded to level 20.
He distributed the remaining "Heaven-Mending Stones" to Yukino, Qinglong, and Suzaku, prioritizing the equipment for his three main characters.
During this time, Tsukino Usagi, Busujima Saeko, Shen Huimei, Ning Rong'er, Zheng En'ai, Zhao Meijing, and Nami all reached level 96 and began to learn their "Exclusive Skills."
Joel, on the other hand, learned his "Exclusive Skill," successfully entering the ranks of level 99 powerhouses.
Xiao'er leveled up alongside them, and her level quickly reached 62.
Fang Xian looked at his increasingly powerful team with satisfaction, feeling very gratified.
He handed Yukino ten thousand drops of "Six-Winged Angel Blood" and "Six-Winged Angel Feather," instructing her to awaken her "Six-Winged Angel Physique."
Yukino nodded and clicked to use them.
[Ding! Yukino consumed one drop of "Six-Winged Angel Blood" and one "Six-Winged Angel Feather," with 19,000 units of each returned.]
A holy white light emanated from Yukino's body, and six pure white wings slowly sprouted from her back.
Six wings, light and soft, exuded a faint fragrance.
The women gazed at Yukino, who radiated a divine aura, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of their hearts.
"So beautiful."
Fang Xian looked at Yukino, already breathtakingly beautiful, now made even more sacred and inviolable by the pure white six wings.
"Yukino, can the six wings retract into your body?"
"I'll try."
With a thought, Yukino's six wings slowly retracted and disappeared.
Fang Xian nodded. It was good that they could retract; otherwise, wings everywhere would hinder his work.
He smiled slightly at the envy in the women's eyes.
"Are you all envious of Yukino's wings?"
Except for Suzaku and Qing long, all the other women present had shining eyes and nodded repeatedly.
"Alright, everyone gets one."
...
Fang Xian gave each of them ten thousand drops of "Six-Winged Angel Blood," helping them all awaken the "Six-Winged Angel Physique."
Suzaku and Qinglong refused to consume the "Six-Winged Angel Blood," stating they didn't want the "wild bird" physique.
Fang Xian didn't force them, as divine beasts possessed the pride befitting their status.
However, Fang Xian still allowed Zhuque to use one drop of "Six-Winged Angel Blood," returning 1o,000 drops to her.
Qinglong had already consumed one drop, returning 17,000 drops.
Fang Xian took out the remaining 170,000 drops of "Six-Winged Angel Blood" and a "Six-Winged Angel Feather," combining them together.
A dense black aura emanated from Fang Xian, enveloping his entire body.
The women stared at Fang Xian in astonishment. When they awakened their "Six-Winged Angel Physique," they emitted a holy and pure light.
Fang Xian's aura, however, was evil and dark.
Completely opposite to their awakened "Holy Angel" physique.
The dark aura grew stronger, filling the entire room and making them all feel extremely uncomfortable.
They unfurled their pure white six wings, radiating a divine light that repelled the invading black energy and prevented its spread.
A moment later, the black energy slowly gathered around Fang Xian.
Fang Xian leaned forward slightly, arms crossed over his chest.
Suddenly, he threw his arms back and spread them wide, six black wings sprouting from his back.
The six black wings unfurled, and a powerful sense of oppression swept over everyone, chilling them to the bone.
His wings were as black as night, each feather sharp and pointed, exuding a cold, ruthless edge.
The six wings continuously emanated a dangerous aura—the aura of death, the aura of destruction.
At this moment, Fang Xian's eyes were filled with evil, his face turning cold and stern, like the pale moonlight, devoid of any warmth.
His thin lips were tightly pressed together, outlining a cold, ruthless line.
"These are the six-winged 'Fallen Angels'?"
"Heh heh heh, interesting."
Fang Xian stood tall and straight, his cold gaze sweeping over the sixteen "Holy Angels."
In that instant, he felt an innate antagonism towards the "Holy Angels," a voice constantly telling him
—Kill the "Holy Angels"!
Kill them all!
Fang Xian's eyes were icy, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
The women felt a chill run down their spines, their delicate bodies trembling involuntarily.
That was
—the feeling of death.