Jiang Yuan fought with increasing ferocity, but the Holy Spirit Clan members around him watched with increasingly mocking smiles.

It is absolutely delightful to toy with a powerful human.

"Kill one more!"

Wu Zhen was panting heavily, but his smug smile was etched into Jiang Yuan's eyes.

With a crash, the twenty-eighth soldier died, leaving only Zhou Chengyun and Gu Anlei among the thirty.

"Bu Yuan, you should know this girl, right? You'd better hurry, or the butcher's knife will be on her head soon!" Wu Zhen said, raising an eyebrow. The person holding Gu Anlei down pulled out a dagger and plunged it into her shoulder blade.

At this moment, Gu Anlei remained silent. Even though the pain had overwhelmed her body, she knew that in this humiliating moment, she could only die standing up to be worthy of all her comrades who had fought alongside her.

"Come on, come and kill me! What's wrong with bullying a girl?!" Zhou Chengyun roared hysterically.

"Don't be in such a hurry. If your brother makes another move, I'll treat you well so you won't be begging for death!" Wu Zhen said jokingly.

Jiang Yuan's mind was filled with images of what was happening in the southern city. His thoughts were gradually taken over by demonic intent, and then a hoarse voice came from the bottom of his throat: "You must be able to take up the sword in your hand, and even more importantly, you must be able to kill those who fall under your sword!"

"I'm such a failure as a person!"

Jiang Yuan tilted his head back, his pupils slowly filling with darkness, and then Ragnarok began to darken as well.

When a deity undergoes this transformation, there is another name for it: a fallen god!

Jiang Yuan chose to demonize his divine nature.

"If I'm such a failure as a person, then I'll become a demon!"

At this moment, Jiang Yuan had no bottom line. If his pursuit of strength had always been restrained before, now he was willing to do anything to become stronger.

As Ragnarok opened, a wisp of power from the void invaded, causing Jiang Yuan's power to increase terrifyingly. Although he was still at the ninth level of the Void Spirit Realm, his strength was already comparable to that of the ninth level of the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

Realizing something was wrong, Wu Zhen immediately said, "Kill these two!"

He wanted Jiang Yuan to bear the guilt of his comrades' deaths for the rest of his life, a guilt that could never be washed away. It was because of him that his teammates died one by one. If used well, this could become a mental demon, a shackle that could bind Jiang Yuan for the rest of his life.

"Holy Demon Wings!"

Jiang Yuan showed no pity, as if the deaths of Zhou Chengyun and Gu Anlei had no effect on him. However, just as he opened the Holy Demon Wings that were now as black as ink behind him, his Heaven-Mending Soul trembled, and a heart-stirring melody resounded in his soul.

"Yanlan!" A person appeared in Jiang Yuan's mind. This melody was the divine plant music that Ning Yanlan had mastered.

A glimmer of clarity appeared in Jiang Yuan's eyes.

"The 'All' Formula!"

The Soul of Mending Heaven unleashed a powerful soul attack. Just as the Holy Spirit Clan was about to execute Zhou Chengyun and Gu Anlei, they were affected by the All Word Technique. The next second, Jiang Yuan appeared beside them.

"roll!"

Jiang Yuan lifted the two of them up and then flung them violently toward the distant mountains. His powerful arm strength sent them flying at least a kilometer away.

"Go and kill them!" How could Wu Zhen let these two humans go? So he gave the order immediately.

"No one is leaving today!"

Jiang Yuan was completely shrouded in darkness, and the overwhelming demonic energy made him look incredibly terrifying. When a group of Holy Spirit Clan members stepped forward to pursue Zhou Chengyun and Gu Anlei, he grabbed one of them like a ghost.

"I told you, no one is leaving!"

The life force of the Holy Spirit Clan in Jiang Yuan's hand continued to weaken, and even the body gradually withered. In just five seconds, a vibrant life was completely drained by Jiang Yuan, including the soul, body, bloodline, and everything else.

The root of all this lies in the fallen divinity.

Fallen gods are here to destroy the world, let alone life!

If it weren't for that melody deep within their souls, Jiang Yuan would probably have drained Zhou Chengyun and Gu Anlei dry just now.

"this!!!"

Upon witnessing such a horrific scene, the Holy Spirit Clan members around Jiang Yuan fled in droves, fearing that they would be the next to suffer a gruesome death.

But Jiang Yuan has already fallen into demonic possession; how could this be resolved so easily?

With a flap of his holy demon wings, he ripped out the hearts of countless people, and all those who died at his hands met the same fate: becoming worthless, dried-up corpses.

"Commander, Bu Yuan's aura is growing stronger!"

That Xuan Shen realm cultivator seemed to have witnessed something extraordinary, because he could clearly sense Jiang Yuan's aura continuously growing stronger.

"He's absorbing his opponent's power!" Wu Zhen's expression turned solemn; he hadn't expected Jiang Yuan to have such a trump card.

"Commander, we can't let him continue absorbing this! I'm going to kill him!" The Profound God Realm expert was anxious. If he continued to grow stronger, he wouldn't be a match for Jiang Yuan.

"Hahaha, you've got plenty of chances to kill me! But right now, don't we still have two moves left to go!" Jiang Yuan's dark eyes fell on Wu Zhen. He had lost all reason, but he still remembered the thirty moves he had made with Wu Zhen.

"Get out of the way!"

Wu Zhen pushed aside the Xuan Shen Realm expert beside him. As the commander-in-chief, if he didn't even dare to accept such a challenge, how could he hold his head high in front of millions of soldiers?

"Since you're looking for death, then I'll grant your wish!" Wu Zhen wasn't afraid. Strength always requires hard work and cultivation. The opponent's seemingly rapid increase in strength was just an inflated balloon, all show and no substance, and would burst at the slightest touch.

"Sword Kill!"

Jiang Yuan swung his sword and slashed down. He had said he would fight to the death in thirty moves, and he meant it.

"You think you can kill me? You're too naive!"

Wu Zhen summoned something, and although the Gentleman's Sword pierced it, Jiang Yuan's power was no longer sufficient to kill Wu Zhen.

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