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In the capital of the Holy Court Empire, a black-gray ribbon stretched across the sky, surrounded by an endless sea of blood that flowed like crimson threads, clinging to it.
"Haha, Lomoshi, here’s another gift for you! Let’s see if you can handle it!"
On a rooftop dozens of stories high, the Magician let out a maniacal laugh as he conjured the Hei Hui magic circle in his hands, the ribbon swaying ominously.
"Is this really necessary? The energy from these people is less than that of a Professional level," Zhou Tong said coldly from behind him, watching his actions with disdain.
At that moment, the ritual being performed by the Magician was one of the most bizarre deceptions from the Qingming Sect. It aimed to nourish the Qingming Ghost Mother by devouring the energy from nearby living beings, in exchange for a return of power.
"Don’t be impatient; we’re not here to feed Gui Mu. That guy has consumed so much from me and still hasn’t regurgitated it. Right now, we need to induce its vomiting!"
The Magician didn’t turn around, but Zhou Tong suddenly realized he could faintly see a familiar gaze peeking out from beneath the High Hat.
In an instant, that thought was erased from his mind!
"Are you trying to use the angelic power of the Holy Court Empire to force Gui Mu to release its strength?" Zhou Tong hurriedly asked.
"What? Are you scared? Worried about being devoured yourself?" The Magician sneered and ignored him.
Meanwhile, in the Royal Arena, amidst gasps of astonishment from the crowd, the entire venue felt as if it had been ignited; countless people began to scatter in chaos. The appearance of the Azure Abyss Cult was something no one had anticipated.
The representatives of the Holy Court Empire, who had been ready to analyze this showdown from their seats, immediately sprang into action and rushed from the arena.
The point where chaos erupted was merely three meters away in the Great Square, where everyone was caught off guard!
Mu Qingchan stared at the energy data before her, her brows furrowing in concern.
In the arena above, Lin Han had already recalled the Golden Patterned Serpent back into his Beast Space.
"Captain Vishal, shouldn’t we deal with the current situation first?"
Lin Han left the decision-making to his opponent. The aura of Ares loomed over him; although his expression remained calm, sweat had already soaked through his back.
"Let’s take this match seriously!" Vishal responded quickly. The Azure Abyss Cult and Shiva Empire were formidable forces that he couldn’t afford to overlook.
As he watched his opponent activate their demon status and rush forward, Lin Han finally let out a sigh of relief; his shoulders sagged as Ares's whisper echoed in his mind.
At that moment, a flash of golden light suddenly appeared above the Sky Dome, followed by an overwhelming pressure that filled Lin Han's mind.
Once again, a figure enveloped in soft Golden Light appeared before Lin Han, but this time, the sensation it brought was as sharp as a blade.
"Cough, is this yet another conceptual embodiment of an angel?" Lin Han couldn't help but furrow his brow, muttering to himself, "Why does it feel like there are razor blades in my head?"
Above the Sky Dome stood a silhouette entirely wrapped in golden light. It was unclear which Pope Lomoshi had manifested, but as a devoted follower, he had summoned the sacred descent of a certain angel.
"Lin Han, we have news about Xue Wushuang. It's from the Magician. Should we also rush to provide support?"
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