Chapter 960 - 404: Supreme Divine Artifact Acquired! Twists and Turns
After the Holy Angel Battle Sword appeared, a hundred-meter-high angel silhouette in the sky shattered with a crack.
Like glass breaking.
Transforming directly into a surge of power flowing into the heart of the Chaos Angels’ leader.
In an instant, the opponent’s aura surged visibly to the naked eye.
In just a few breaths, it had intriguingly reached the strength of Weak Divine Power!
Though it hadn’t crossed the final threshold, it was nonetheless formidable.
Upon seeing this scene, the Weeping Blood Saint Master was ecstatic.
"Holy Angel Battle Sword, hahaha... really in your possession, hahaha..."
The laughter was almost delirious.
This moment was immensely thrilling for him.
He had only obtained a vague piece of information that the Holy Angel Battle Sword might be safeguarded by the Chaos Angels... he came with a tentative mindset.
Unexpectedly, he truly witnessed this Supreme Divine Artifact!
Thinking of those miraculous legends, his heart instantly burned with fervor.
If he could possess it, wouldn’t he be able to traverse the Abyss unhindered?
"All evil shall be destroyed!"
The Chaos Angels’ leader raised the war sword in his hand, pointing directly towards the void.
The holy aura emanating from his body erupted fiercely at that moment.
Dispersing most of the surrounding blood-red.
Weeping Blood Saint Master saw this scene and sneered several times.
"Not everyone commanding a Divine Artifact can wield its power..."
After the words were spoken, the fierce Abyss Demons around directly pounced.
The Chaos Angels’ leader’s gaze was calm, and the sword was held firm as he charged forward.
Two thousand 5 Star Abyss Demons overwhelmed the Chaos Angels’ leader.
But the battle’s course drew attention.
Whoosh~
With one sword, the Chaos Angels’ leader could vanquish one demon!
Cleaving both man and weapon, the Abyss Demons in front were like vegetables being chopped; no one could resist a single strike.
The power of the 5 Star Ultimate Soldier seemed childishly naive before this Chaos Angels’ leader.
Or should it be said, before the war sword in his hand...
In moments of relentless combat, two thousand Abyss Demons were slain completely.
In mere ten-odd minutes, only the imposing figure of the Chaos Angels’ leader remained on scene.
The Holy Angel Battle Sword in his hand now quietly emitted a milky white light, not tainted by a trace of blood.
"This is the feeling... no weapon or armor can withstand the Supreme Divine Artifact!"
The Weeping Blood Saint Master was on the edge of madness at this point.
"Hahaha... it should rightfully become my treasure!"
After a low roar sounded, crack~
The scarlet clouds in the sky burst abruptly, releasing terrifying forces recklessly.
The surrounding space warped directly.
The Abyss Demon bodies just slain, now transformed into flesh energy, enveloping the surroundings.
Crack~
A swath of void shattered, with space cracks crisscrossing, canvassing the whole sky.
From a distant vantage, Lear looked instinctively, seeing towns opposite those cracks!
Or tribes of some race, or gathering places of certain life forms...
All were vibrant life.
In this process, he felt an incredibly familiar aura, looked intently in a certain direction, and his expression turned subtly complex.
Weilu City!
One of the space cracks directly led to Weilu City.
What exactly does this guy intend to do?
Lear watched the rolling Sea of Blood, still puzzled by the Weeping Blood Saint Master’s plans.
At this point, the blood-colored clouds began to swirl.
Forming a sizable vortex mid-air.
The entire sky was engulfed by it, looking like a world-ending catastrophe.
In the next moment, the opposite lives at the other side of those space cracks—bang!—burst open, turning into a blood mist, attracted into the terrifying vortex, melded within.
The sheer number of cracks was staggering, numbering in thousands.
Opposite life clearly had no preparation, dying vastly from explosive bodies.
Blood mists surged in waves, instantly deepening the vortex’s blood-red hue.
Lear felt clearly that Weilu City was being corroded by an invisible force.
If he did not intervene, the Cold-blooded Cavalry, though decent in strength, might repel that unique energy, but ordinary residents would surely be swallowed by it.
A mere thought severed that force directly.
And not just him; many other strong beings were present in those space cracks, preventing it from succeeding.
Yet there were too many cracks, leading not only to the Main Plane, but also to Dimension Planes and even the Abyss, all being opened.
And continually tearing new space passages open.
Even consuming half would amount to exaggerated numbers.
The scarlet flesh energy from those deceased lives all fueled the vortex.
And not just flesh, accompanying it was endless resentment.
The resentment of innocents dying miserably!!
This force, oppressive with evil, dimmed even the Pure White Castle, and then part of the force formed clouds that pressed down, directly engulfing the city walls, covering the castle.
Above, a thousand Chaos Angels’ faces changed dramatically, retreating continuously, clustering around the leader wielding the Holy Angel Battle Sword.
Looking down, their refuge had vanished.
The Chaos Angels’ leader brandished the war sword, causing dazzling light to dispel the surrounding blood-colored clouds.
Yet, with incessant power and the influx of the Power of Resentment, the Holy Angel Battle Sword’s light grew dimmer and dimmer.
The weapon was mighty, but who wields it matters even more.
If it were a master of Powerful Divine Power, even if the Weeping Blood Saint Master slaughtered millions, he couldn’t shake it at all!