Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

But at this moment, the leader of the Chaos Angels hasn’t even set foot in the Divine Domain.

Compared to a Middle Position Divine Spirit, the gap is immeasurable.

Relying solely on strength, the opponent could bury the Chaos Angel.

As time trickles away, the blood cloud in the sky has grown exceedingly dense, starting to drizzle a fine blood rain.

The Chaos Angel is stifled, even possessing the Holy Angel Battle Sword and cannot withstand.

Constantly wielding the Supreme Divine Artifact in hand, terrifying Divine Sword Qi bursts forth, continuously tearing the blood-colored clouds around.

However, how can the power within compare to a Middle Divine Power? Especially with countless lives being devoured.

The darkness formed from directly crushing lives is undoubtedly the nemesis of Divine Power.

If Divine Power is strong, then this evil force will disintegrate, nothing remains instantly.

Conversely, if the evil force is strong, Divine Power will be eroded and corrupted.

At this moment, evidently, the Weeping Blood Saint Master takes an absolute initiative.

The leader of the Chaos Angels knows they cannot endure like this.

Their expression turns anxious.

Then seemingly makes a decision, looking intensely at the companions nearby.

At that moment, thousands of Chaos Angels nod simultaneously, then decisively raise their war swords, and then... plunge them into their hearts.

Thousands acting simultaneously look extremely visually jarring!

Crack~

The hearts shatter directly, everyone transformed into streams of light, rushing into the body of the Chaos Angel leader.

After the self-sacrifice of thousands, the other side finally takes the last step.

The aura surges more than tenfold!

Ascends to become Weak Divine Power.

The Angel Battle Sword in hand shines again.

Holding the sword with both hands vertically at the chest, the tip directly points to the sky.

The leader of the Chaos Angels fiercely lifts overhead, slashing down.

"In the name of the Father God... Slay!"

All the power erupts, a terrifying divine brilliance tears through the sky.

Countless space cracks around shatter suddenly.

The blood cloud in the sky is cut apart by a single sword, the whirlpool further shattering and dispersing.

Looking up, a full moon pours down from the thickly parted blood-colored clouds.

Adds a touch of color to the world.

However, after this sword, the Chaos Angel’s aura swiftly declines, the entire body fading without glow.

Even holding the sword in hand becomes unstable.

The aura of the Weeping Blood Saint Master vanishes under this sword.

Seeing this scene, Lear’s eyes brighten significantly.

The crane and clam struggle, while the fisherman waits...

But just as he wishes to act at this moment.

Above the sky, the separated clouds start to roll again.

Engulfing the parted region of blankness, the chilling full moon instantly covered.

"Such powerful strength... can actually harm my soul across the Endless Void."

"Worthy of the Holy Angel Battle Sword..."

The Weeping Blood Saint Master’s voice with a touch of coldness echoes across the sky.

The excitement just now largely shattered by this sword.

Almost capsized in the gutter, fortunately, he timely fled into the Divine Kingdom, otherwise, he would be injured heavily even if he survives!

The Holy Angel Battle Sword is truly terrifying.

However, the Chaos Angel has already lost the ability to resist, next, it is time to enjoy the sweet fruit.

The crimson cloud fiercely presses down, directly covering the leader of the Chaos Angels.

Lear’s brow furrows, suddenly sensing something, his gaze turning to a certain direction.

Eyes flash with amusement.

Interesting... he’s not the only one intending to be the fisherman.

On the scene, the leader of the Chaos Angels completely unable to resist the other’s devouring, with a tragic mood, crack~ body directly shatters, transforming into a stream of light, surging into the Holy Angel Battle Sword.

Next, the unobstructed blood-colored clouds directly cover the Holy Angel Battle Sword.

Start frantically eroding.

Crackle~

A sound of cold water dripping into an oil pan erupts.

The Holy Angel Battle Sword consumed by evil.

Lear’s brow slightly raised, again turns to look at a certain direction... not moving yet?

Once the Weeping Blood Saint Master completes the transformation of the Holy Angel Battle Sword, the situation won’t be as easily controllable as now.

A Middle Divine Power holding a Supreme Divine Artifact, that isn’t comparable to a Chaos Angel.

Even a Powerful Divine Power finds it tricky.

The thick blood cloud like being swallowed by a black hole, fully infused into the Holy Angel Battle Sword.

The sky gradually returns to brightness, visible the full moon hanging high.

This Supreme Divine Artifact has lost its holy luster, becoming dim and dull.

Even showing traces of dark patterns, the sacred angel carvings stained with a bit of crimson.

The opponent intends to use the Power of Darkness to corrupt the Holy Angel Battle Sword... If in a normal status, even if the Weeping Blood Saint Master is a Medium Divine Power, it’s hard to achieve.

But now, this treasure is unheld, unmastered.

Can only let it be employed.

Bit by bit corrupted, the divine aura begins to dissipate.

Yet the core strength, has made no progress.

Stalemate for a full 5 hours, the Holy Angel Battle Sword still hasn’t been completely corrupted.

The moon in the sky has already vanished, no light exists between heaven and earth.

The world falls into the darkest period.

But in half an hour, the first ray of sunlight will pierce through the darkness.

Lear also senses the oppressive atmosphere, eyes slightly squinting.

Fixated on the Holy Angel Battle Sword...

Time passes gradually, with only ten minutes until dawn.

Suddenly an inexplicable dark aura erupts.

Directly shrouding this sky.

Lear instinctively looks up at the void.

A figure with twelve wings of black feathers, wearing dark red battle armor, directly appears suspended in mid-air.