A terrifying energy shockwave instantly spread out, causing the surrounding space to tremble and hum, and even revealing countless tiny cracks.

Crack... Boom...

Suddenly, the holy shield in the Third Holy Knight Commander's hand shattered instantly, and the Third Holy Knight Commander's spirit flew backward, becoming dim and lifeless.

Meanwhile, the other three paladin spirits protecting the third paladin commander's souls changed drastically, because the crescent moon storm that shot towards the second paladin commander's body only had a powerful aura but not strong attack power. It had been completely blocked by them, and they blocked it very easily.

This made them realize something immediately: there was only one full moon storm; the other was a decoy, a trick to mislead others. This…

"Pfft..." At this moment, the Second Holy Knight Commander coughed up blood, his face turned deathly pale, and his primordial spirit was injured. He had suffered a severe blow.

"An old coin! This is an old coin." Everyone watching this scene looked at Mo Shougui with strange eyes.

This guy has been holding back for countless years, and today he suddenly exploded. This already made everyone think he was a cunning old fox, but now this guy's fighting moves are so underhanded, my god!

At this moment, of the five Holy Knight Commanders, the two strongest had already suffered heavy injuries, leaving only three late-stage Emperor Realm warriors, who were no match for Mo Shougui.

However, the Dark Pope, who was fighting Polu in the distance, was now at a disadvantage.

Polu held a holy shield and a holy sword, and the holy light emanating from him completely suppressed the dark power emanating from the Dark Pope.

"The Fallen Angel's Primordial Spirit." A boundless dark power suddenly emanated from the suppressed Dark Pope.

The six-winged fallen angel, once a seraphim, has had its radiance corrupted by darkness. Its wings are no longer snow-white, but pitch black, as if stained by endless sin. Its eyes reveal coldness and cruelty, as if it has lost all emotion. Clad in a flowing black robe, it appears as a messenger of death, descending to earth. In its hand lies a fallen sword radiating a chilling light, as if poised to reap lives at any moment. Its image is both majestic and terrifying, sending shivers down the spines of all who behold it.

The moment the Fallen Angel's spirit appeared, the suppressed dark power swept towards Polu. Polu looked at the Fallen Angel and frowned.

"The Holy Knight's Spirit." In an instant, a Holy Knight's Spirit bathed in holy light emanated from behind Polu. The golden power of light collided with his perception, causing the entire space to rumble continuously.

"Fallen Judgment." The Fallen Angel's sword of corruption slashed through the void, heading straight for the Paladin's spirit.

"Radiant Holy Sword!" The paladin's spirit immediately brandished the holy sword in his hand to meet the fallen sword, and the two forces collided in an instant.

Before the aftershocks had even subsided, the Fallen Angel's and Paladin's spirits clashed violently. The Fallen Sword and the Radiant Holy Sword collided fiercely in mid-air, unleashing dazzling light and deafening roars. The Fallen Angel's black robes fluttered in the wind, his eyes flashing with a sinister light, as if he wanted to devour all light. The Paladin's spirit, on the other hand, stood tall and straight in the light, his posture as upright as a pine tree, holding a holy sword and radiating a powerful aura of holiness.

The Fallen Angel's sword of corruption and the Holy Sword of the Paladin's spirit intertwined, creating a dazzling spectacle of light and shadow swords clashing. The Fallen Angel's face twisted, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He swung his sword of corruption, imbuing it with destructive power, attempting to completely devour the Paladin's spirit.

The paladin's spirit remained fearless, gripping his holy sword tightly, his eyes resolute and filled with the power of faith. He wielded the sword, unleashing blazing holy light that countered the dark power of the fallen sword. Each clash was accompanied by a piercing metallic clang and sparks flying, as if proclaiming to the world the intensity of this final battle.

The surrounding air became unusually oppressive because of this decisive battle, and the space itself was constantly being shattered by the fighting between the two.

The Fallen Angel's and Paladin's spirits moved swiftly through the battle, their every clash as fast as lightning, leaving the onlookers breathless. The Fallen Angel's sword, imbued with an aura of destruction, seemed poised to devour everything around it with each swing; while the Paladin's radiant, holy sword shone with a blazing light, each swing appearing to purify all evil.

In this decisive battle, both sides reached their peak power. It was as if they were destined to clash. Every confrontation was like a collision between heaven and earth, causing countless energy fluctuations and spatial rifts.

"A demigod, indeed incredibly powerful." The crowd exclaimed as they watched the two fight.

At this moment, Mo Shougui moved like a ghost, holding a crescent-shaped scimitar, and instantly attacked the three paladin commanders.

The three paladin commanders had their brows furrowed and their expressions were solemn, as if they were making a decision.

They knew very well that they couldn't even last ten seconds against Mo Shougui.

"The light will never perish, the seraphim will live on forever. We are willing to burn ourselves to release the light and ask for its protection and guardianship." Just as Mo Shougui approached the three, blazing flames suddenly burst into flames on their bodies.

A powerful force of light suddenly emanated, forcing Mo Shougui to stop his forward momentum and take a few steps back.

Seeing the three Holy Knight Commanders burning, the Third Holy Knight Commander and the Second Holy Knight Commander were also chanting incantations, and their bodies were also engulfed in blazing flames.

A dazzling power of light immediately emanated from their bodies, and then the five paladin commanders slowly disappeared—no, they turned into light.

These lights instantly coalesced, and the next second, ripples of energy continuously spread outwards.

This power is no less than that of Polu and Saidong, who are engaged in a fierce battle in the distance.

The place where the five Holy Knights Commanders in the sky transformed into light and merged together now resembled a small sun.

Meanwhile, Mo Shougui's artifact, the turtle shell, also began to vibrate violently, as if something had crawled in from the outside.

A figure slowly appeared—a six-winged seraph, radiating holy light, like a god descending to earth. Its body was tall and imposing, seemingly containing boundless power and majesty. Its skin was as white as snow, gleaming as if kissed by the sun. Long golden hair flowed in the air like a waterfall, shimmering with dazzling light.

Its eyes were as deep as the sea, seemingly able to perceive the mysteries of all things. An air of unparalleled arrogance emanated from its brows, showcasing its nobility and dignity as a seraph. Six pairs of pristine white wings unfurled from its back, each feather shimmering with a divine light, as if formed from the very essence of stars.

Its six pairs of wings suddenly unfurled, a sight that was breathtaking. The gentle flapping of its wings made it appear as if a god controlled the heavens and earth. Its sacred and powerful aura eclipsed everything around it, as if the entire world trembled beneath its feet.

"Hmm?" Upon seeing the Seraphim appear, a serious expression suddenly appeared on Mo Shougui's face.

Even if the five Paladin Commanders were to merge together, it would not be enough to form a Seraph. The Seraph before us was not formed by fusion; it was a projection of the Seraph that had come to receive the call of the five Paladin Commanders as they burned themselves.

Moreover, this Seraphim projection is not weak; it is already infinitely close to the level of a true god, but it has not yet reached the realm of a true god.

"Human, is it you who are harming my believers?" The Seraph's gaze suddenly turned to Mo Shougui. His voice was filled with divine power. If an ordinary person heard it, they would probably kneel down and kowtow in submission.

"You are the Seraphim of Light, aren't you?" Although Mo Shougui's face was solemn, he still looked at the Seraphim projection.

"Human, how dare you address me by my full name!" Upon hearing Mo Shougui's words, the Seraphim of Light was immediately displeased, and streams of light power instantly swept towards Mo Shougui.

"Hehe..." Mo Shougui neither dodged nor flinched, remaining standing there as the power of light passed through his body. "If your true form were to descend, I would immediately prostrate myself and beg for mercy. But you are merely a projection, yet you dare to put on airs in front of me."

As soon as Mo Shougui finished speaking, layers of white light emanated from his body, and a primordial spirit appeared behind him.

With the appearance of the primordial spirit, an aura of death and a sinister atmosphere immediately enveloped it. Its body was exceptionally tall, like an insurmountable mountain peak. Its figure was slender and upright, like a sharp sword pointing straight at the heart. Its skin was as pale as paper, as if it had never seen the sun, giving people a cold and lifeless feeling.

Its face was resolute and profound, its black eyes like unfathomable abysses. Its gaze was cold and sharp, as if it could see through people's hearts and know all secrets. A strange smile always hung on the corner of its mouth, as if mocking all living beings in the world.

It wore a long black robe embroidered with intricate patterns, like a death curse. The hem of the robe fluttered in the wind, as if telling a story of death. Its hands were long and powerful, its fingers slender and dexterous, as if born to manipulate life.

Behind it lay a pitch-black void, like a gateway to another world. From this gateway came a low, eerie sound, as if death itself was summoning new souls.

Its aura was suffocating; a cold and deathly atmosphere permeated the surrounding air, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression and fear. It was as if anyone who approached it would be swallowed up by its aura, never to escape.

Its appearance caused the sky to darken and become gloomy, as if even the sun feared its arrival. Sensing its presence, everyone's faces changed drastically, filled with extreme fear.

However, it is not dark at all; in fact, it emits a white glow, which is precisely what makes it terrifying and even more eerie.

"The Primordial Spirit of Death." Mo Shougui was emanating a terrifying aura, far more frightening than that of the Archangel of Light.

Mo Shougui's primordial spirit is the God of Death. The God of Death's gaze slowly turned to the Seraphim of Light. Their eyes met, and a ripple of energy spread out.

Death suddenly stretched out an arm, and in its hand appeared a white scythe that looked like a crescent moon.

"You have actually condensed such a terrifying primordial spirit." The Seraphim of Light's expression changed at this moment. It could feel a pressure from the Grim Reaper, a pressure that made it very uncomfortable, as if it were facing death.

Of course, if its true form were here, it could destroy Mo Shougui and the Death God's primordial spirit in no time. Unfortunately, its true form cannot descend. Even when its projection descends, its power is weakened by more than half because of Mo Shougui's turtle shell.

"Seraphim of Light, heh..." Mo Shougui sneered as Death swung his white scythe toward the Seraphim of Light.

A sword of judgment suddenly appeared in the hand of the Seraphim of Light, and its six pairs of wings suddenly flapped, instantly striking towards Death.

boom…………

The space shattered instantly upon the collision of the two forces, and the turtle shell trembled violently.

Boom boom boom………………

The next second, Death and Seraphim of Light intertwined, exchanging hundreds of blows in a short time.

Death's white scythe swung incessantly, and Ruili's light seemed capable of cutting through everything.

"This old guy's primordial spirit is actually the God of Death?" Huangfu Kui said in shock.

“I always thought his primordial spirit was a turtle!” Li Shanpo said.

"Angelic Judgment, Light Purifies the World!" With the angry roar of the Seraphim of Light, the Sword of Judgment gathered a world-destroying power, as if it would purify all darkness.

However, Death was not afraid at all. The scythe in his hand also burst forth with terrifying power, as if Death's wrath was burning.

"Death Reaper".

When the two forces collided, it seemed as if the sky was about to collapse, and terrifying energy ripples shattered the surrounding space.

The Seraphim of Light was sent flying hundreds of meters backward by this attack. He looked at Death with an extremely solemn expression.

At this moment, countless gaps appeared on the white barrier released by the turtle shell.

Faced with the battle of four demigods, this artifact was clearly struggling, especially since Mo Shougui was not providing it with any power.

"Death's Judgment, Eternal Annihilation." Clearly, Mo Shougui was preparing to crush the Seraphim of Light. The Death God's primordial spirit once again exuded a terrifying power, and the white scythe suddenly became enormous, instantly enveloping the Seraphim of Light.

The Seraphim's expression changed drastically, and a holy shield instantly appeared in its hand: "Shield of Light."

Boom... Crack...

In an instant, the enormous white scythe pierced through the Shield of Light and penetrated the body of the Seraph of Light.

Buzzing...

Loud explosions rang out, and ripples of energy continuously emanated from the Seraphim of Light.

"Humans, when my true form descends, I will tear you to pieces!" the Seraphim of Light said viciously. The next second, it turned into countless points of light and vanished without a trace. If it weren't for the remaining energy ripples and the dense spatial rifts, some people would have doubted that the Seraphim of Light had ever been there.

"Then let's wait until your true form descends!" Mo Shougui said coldly, then his gaze fell on Sai Dong and Bo Lu, who were engaged in fierce combat.

The Fallen Angel's primordial spirit and the Paladin's primordial spirit were locked in a fierce battle, with the Death God's primordial spirit suddenly sweeping towards the Paladin's primordial spirit.

The paladin's spirit, which had repelled the fallen angel with a single sword strike from afar, felt the death god's spirit sweeping towards him, and Pol's pupils constricted slightly.

Although he was fighting with Sai Dong, he was also observing the battle between Mo Shougui and the projection of the Seraphim of Light.

Mo Shougui's attack just now was too powerful, annihilating the projection of the Seraphim of Light in one strike, which terrified him.

Although the Seraphim of Light was just a projection, its power was definitely no less than his, and perhaps even stronger. If it were him, he would probably be instantly annihilated by Mo Shougui's attack.

This made him want to back down immediately. Looking at the gaps in the turtle shell caused by the battle, Polu made a tough decision.

"Light never dies, angels live forever, the sword of the archangel!" The paladin suddenly unleashed a sword strike, causing the Death God's primordial spirit, which was heading towards him, to immediately swing its scythe to defend itself.

boom…………

"Mo Shougui, stop him!" Sai Dong suddenly realized something and exclaimed. But the next second, the Paladin's spirit returned to Polu's body, and Polu instantly turned into a stream of light and disappeared without a trace.

This made Sai Dong clench his fists tightly. "Polu, if you're so tough, don't run away. Let's fight for another three hundred rounds."

But by this time, Polu had already disappeared without a trace, and Saidong glared angrily at Mo Shougui.

It's important to understand that as long as Polu is alive, the Church of Light will not fall. After all, they can't defeat him on their own. As for Mo Shougui, it's obvious that he wouldn't join forces with him to kill Polu.

"Mo Shougui, why didn't you stop him?" Sai Dong was furious.

"I'm quite exhausted. I thought you would stop him," Mo Shougui said suddenly, sounding very weak.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Sai Dong couldn't believe Mo Shougui's words. That old guy was really cunning.

“That projection of the Seraphim of Light was far too powerful. In order to kill it, I have already consumed ninety-nine percent of my power,” Mo Shougui suddenly said, his eyes filled with apology.

Actually, anyone could see that he deliberately let Pol go. At the very least, after destroying the projection of the Archangel of Light, he could first repair the gap in the turtle shell and wait for the right moment to kill Pol in one blow.

Instead of swaggering around as if afraid Polu wouldn't notice, isn't this a signal for Polu to escape?

However, this guy was putting on a really innocent act, as if he hadn't done it on purpose, and it was as if Sai Dong had wronged him.

"Mo Shougui." Sai Dong gritted his teeth and called out Mo Shougui's name, but then he composed himself. At this moment, it was too late to say anything. Even if he knew that Mo Shougui had tricked him, he could only swallow his bitterness.