The moment Fang Mo pulled out the Longbow of the Heavens, Carloso's fate was sealed.
Amplified by the Infinite Bow, Fang Mo's dimensional power coalesced into an arrow capable of ending all things, piercing through Carloso's chest and shattering the physical manifestation of his great will.
Even though Carloso was the sole Creator of this universe, and this was his ultimate domain, it didn't matter. Fang Mo's three primary dimensions had no limits, expanding exponentially every second with infinite energy. This limitless power, enhanced by the Longbow of the Heavens, culminated in an arrow that could tear through space-time and transcend causality.
Even a godlike being like Carloso was doomed.
Starting from the hollow in his chest, Carloso's body began to disintegrate and crumble.
Carloso glanced down at his chest. His body was gradually breaking apart, and despite the frantic flashing of golden light, there was no reversing the damage caused by Fang Mo's arrow.
Pieces of Carloso began to flake off, turning into specks of light that disappeared.
Frowning slightly, Carloso slowly raised his hands. All the energy in his body converged into his palms, and a blinding light suddenly shone from them, as if he was holding the entire sun in his hands.
"Hm?"
Fang Mo raised an eyebrow in surprise at Carloso's actions. Despite the terrifying power of the previous arrow, which had clearly left Carloso beyond saving, this wasn't an attempt at self-preservation.
Carloso's entire form transformed into a golden humanoid silhouette. The fragments that had crumbled from his chest were drawn into the golden vortex in his palms.
As time passed, more of Carloso's body—his lower half, shoulders, hair, chest, and the once-glorious armor—began to disintegrate, being sucked into the vortex. A terrifying pressure began to build as the vortex grew brighter, with surging golden arcs of electricity crackling and leaping around him.
These electric arcs occasionally struck the ground, triggering earth-shaking explosions.
The fragile crust of the Celestial Realm was pierced, and mushroom clouds rose slowly as a massive hole was torn in the atmosphere, revealing the dark void of outer space.
If anyone on Arad looked up at the sky, they would see the black expanse of the celestial sky above the Celestial Realm.
That was the deep darkness characteristic of outer space.
"This guy…"
Seeing this, Fang Mo frowned instinctively. "A final retaliation before death? No, only a clash of authority matters between dimensional gods. He should know my authority surpasses his... So is this a self-destruct to escape?"
Yes, Fang Mo quickly figured it out.
Carloso must have realized he was defeated.
It wasn't surprising—though he was the Creator, his divine authority was incomplete. His entire being was in a fragmented state.
As mentioned earlier, Carloso had originally split off his dark side, creating the Twelve Terra Gods. Later, when he tried to reclaim that power, the Twelve Terra Gods rebelled, leading to a battle that shattered the original universe.
The rupture of space-time created countless parallel universes. The Twelve Terra Gods perished, and their energy fragments were inherited by the Twelve Apostles in each parallel universe. Carloso himself was gravely injured, so he fragmented into countless pieces, hiding within these parallel universes to recover.
So the Carloso fighting Fang Mo was not a complete entity.
He hadn't even merged with the largest fragment, Taichu Seria, and it was hard to say what he truly was.
Was he the true Great Will? Or just a large fragment trying to collect the rest?
Moreover, Carloso's performance as the Creator was somewhat lacking. Aside from invoking dimensional authority, he had nothing that truly impressed Fang Mo.
Perhaps as the Creator, Carloso could freeze a single universe, rewrite reality, construct time loops, or even reverse causality concepts... But these abilities were merely the exercise of his universe's authority, akin to using console commands in a game. And Fang Mo could do those things too.
That's why Fang Mo had made the two worlds collide, locking down all authority so no one could use any 'console commands.'
With his power incomplete and unable to access the universe's authority, Carloso's defeat was inevitable.
Even if Carloso had possessed the full power of the 'Great Will,' he still might not have been a match for Fang Mo, given the limitless nature of Fang Mo's three primary dimensions.
Realizing this, Carloso decided he didn't want to continue fighting. After all, the irreversible damage from the arrow meant he could no longer maintain his physical form, so he opted to flee.
But Carloso's method of escape was rather unique.
He chose to self-destruct.
Yes, just like when he fought the Twelve Terra Gods, he compressed astronomical energy into a singularity and detonated it, tearing space-time apart.
This would not only destroy everything in its vicinity but also create more chaotic dimensions. Carloso's consciousness fragments would then hide within these dimensions, making it nearly impossible for Fang Mo to track him down—it would be like finding a grain of sand in the ocean. Carloso would successfully escape.
"This guy…"
Realizing this, Fang Mo facepalmed. "Self-destructing to escape when you can't win—how impressive."
Of course, Carloso didn't respond. His body was nearly completely fragmented.
"Ugh, you might have escaped if it were anyone else."
Fang Mo sighed, then summoned his stand, Steve, who pulled out a prismatic four-sided pyramid and placed it on the ground: "...But unfortunately, you're dealing with me."
In the next moment, the pyramid transformed into a black-purple spike.
Yes, it was just a spike, because its appearance was very plain. It was a square pyramid about one meter tall and wide at the base, resembling the spikes from the game *I Wanna Be the Guy*, or a small, smooth, purple-black pyramid.
But the noteworthy thing was…
At the very top of the pyramid, Fang Mo felt an unprecedented sense of danger.
It was an indescribable feeling, but as soon as Fang Mo saw the spike, he felt a chill down his spine. His instincts screamed at him not to touch that spike, warning that touching it would be fatal.
It was a concept-level lethal attribute.
An instant death trigger.
Yes, the item Steve placed on the ground was none other than the Creation Spike Block that Fang Mo had won from a lottery. It was an item from the *More Useful Equipment* mod, a creation-mode-only object with a single function—to instantly kill any entity.
Even players, if not in creation mode, would be instantly killed upon contact with the spike, and all drops would be erased—inventory completely cleared.
In a sense, it was a concept-level instant death item.
It was almost akin to the Infinity Sword of Universe Dominance.
Without hesitation, Fang Mo threw a large pile of gold underneath the spike, forming a solid base.
Then, he grabbed the spike and charged at Carloso.
"!?"
In mid-air, Carloso sensed an unprecedented danger. Abandoning the vortex in his hands, he flared with a brilliant golden light.
But Fang Mo's black light flashed.
And he reached Carloso first.
The black-purple spike collided with Carloso, who hurriedly tried to block it with his hand. But the moment his hand touched the spike, he instantly vanished.
Yes, he was gone.
He disintegrated without a trace, turning into countless specks of light.
Even the golden vortex in his palms didn't explode but vanished like a bubble in water, leaving no ripple behind.
"What the heck kind of damage is this!?"
Even though Fang Mo had expected it, he was still shocked by what he saw and nearly threw the spike away.
"This spike is way too overpowered!"
But Fang Mo quickly suppressed that impulse and cautiously examined the black-purple spike block in his hand, muttering to himself: "No wonder that porcupine guy from *X-Men 3* was so arrogant. Turns out spikes are this lethal… He might have had the potential of an Omega mutant…"
However, the area around him was empty.
No one was there to pick up on the joke.
"Sigh, forget it."
Shaking his head, Fang Mo slowly descended to the ground.
Although he had defeated a great enemy, his mood wasn't particularly high; instead, he sighed in loneliness: "I'd rather not fight with these Creators anymore. It's really no fun… I'd rather go challenge the Saiyans from *Dragon Ball*."
He was speaking honestly.
This battle with Carloso had indeed been a bit dull.
It was purely a clash of authority and power, hardly a real fight. It felt like two god-mode hackers battling it out in a PK arena—just a collision of codes, with victory going to the one with the stronger code. There was no real technique involved.
And thanks to Fang Mo's protective measures, the battle's scale was almost pathetically small.
Even though they were gods, they didn't even destroy a single planet during the fight. There was no room for fancy maneuvers, and the visuals weren't spectacular either. No wonder Fang Mo was disappointed.
He much preferred battles where every punch landed with force.
"Sigh, it seems only another player can truly match a player," Fang Mo sighed, opening a portal and carefully storing the Creation Spike in his dimension. He wouldn't dare put it in his storage space—if he accidentally touched it, he might get instantly killed himself: "Too bad Xiao Yao doesn't like fighting; otherwise, we'd have a blast."
In any case, with Carloso dealt with, the greatest threat to Arad was eliminated.
There wasn't much left to do except clean up the aftermath, repairing the damage caused by their battle.
But as a lazy person, Fang Mo certainly wasn't going to handle such things himself.
So, with a wave of his hand, he summoned his usual bald assistant—the former Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One.
However, to Fang Mo's surprise, as soon as he summoned Ancient One, she turned and asked him, "Can you take me back to Kamar-Taj?"
"Hm?"
Fang Mo blinked, slightly surprised: "Are you missing Strange?"
"No."
Ancient One slowly shook her head.
"Then are you homesick?" Fang Mo asked, stroking his chin thoughtfully: "Planning to visit Kamar-Taj and reminisce?"
"Neither." Ancient One shook her head again.
"Then what is it?" Fang Mo was getting curious: "Did you foresee a crisis in the Marvel Universe?"
"I just want to return to Kamar-Taj, find that coffin you and those evil gods carried, and lie down in it until I die," Ancient One said calmly.
"If you don't want to work, just say so—don't make excuses."
Fang Mo finally understood and couldn't help but wipe his face: "But you're supposed to be the big shot of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Haven't you heard that with great power comes great responsibility?"
"Which of us has greater power?" Ancient One asked directly.
"Alright, alright, I'm stronger…"
Fang Mo threw up his hands: "But I did take responsibility. Just now, there was an evil god trying to destroy the world here, and I used all my strength to defeat him. Now I'm exhausted. King to king, general to general—I've taken out their leader. Isn't it fair for you to handle the cleanup?"
"An evil god trying to destroy the world?"
Ancient One furrowed her brow, looking at Fang Mo with some suspicion.
"Yeah, yeah." Fang Mo nodded vigorously: "It was a dimensional demon god, the kind you hate the most—pure evil."
"There are dimensional demon gods here?"
Ancient One was surprised: "I thought only my universe had such beings. Where did this dimensional demon god come from? What about his own dimension?"
"Uh…"
Fang Mo's eyes subtly shifted: "This *is* his world."
"…"
Ancient One fell silent upon hearing this.