"ah--"

The same was true for Luofumen; the aura emanating from him suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, plummeting downwards!

He was barely managing to hold on against Zhu Pingan's fierce and unparalleled attacks, but who would have thought that in that instant, Zhu Pingan would unleash a powerful punch.

This punch, with the force of a thunderbolt, slammed into Luofumen's chest with overwhelming power.

With a crisp "crack," his sternum broke, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew straight down like a weightless sandbag.

Immediately following was a deafening roar as his body slammed heavily into a multi-story building not far away.

In an instant, bricks and stones shattered, dust billowed, and a huge hole appeared in one side of the building's wall, while Luofu Gate was deeply embedded in the wall, its fate unknown.

"kill--"

At that moment, the powerful figures of Great Xia launched a fierce attack on the Feather God Cult members with overwhelming momentum, like a surging torrent!

They charged forward like hungry tigers from the east, south, west, north, and center, instantly surrounding the Feather God followers.

On the battlefield, shouts of battle shook the heavens and the flashing of swords filled the air.

Those powerful figures from the Great Xia Dynasty were all highly skilled and exceptionally capable. They unleashed powerful spells or wielded sharp weapons, launching a brutal and merciless campaign to exterminate the Feather God Cult.

However, something unexpected happened!

Amidst this chaos, some fanatical followers of the Feather God Cult, who had already descended into madness, completely lost their reason because their supreme god had suddenly perished.

These fanatics, their eyes bloodshot, kept chanting incomprehensible incantations before lunging at the other believers around them like mad beasts.

Suddenly, the Feather God Cult, which should have been united in fighting against external enemies, began to turn on each other, with blood splattering everywhere, and the scene became increasingly bloody and terrifying...

Chen Feng then had time to look at his servants. By this time, most of the eighteen servants had died or been injured. Almost all of the third-rank servants were dead, and of the second-rank servants, only the Golden Bird and the Unicorn Ox had relatively minor injuries. The others were all seriously injured.

However, due to Chen Feng's orders, they were still fighting against the few remaining Feather God Cult experts. Chen Feng had an idea, and the Golden Bird and the Unicorn Ox withdrew from the battle, came to his side, took some healing potions, and began to recover.

That's right. After eliminating all the evil god organizations, Chen Feng planned to keep only the Golden Bird and the Unicorn Ox, both second-grade pets. He would discard all the other servants of the various evil god organizations, letting them make the most of their resources and die in battle.

"ah--"

Luo Fumen's final scream echoed through the sky, as if it were his swan song. Zhu Ping'an's hand, like an iron clamp, gripped the purple thorn crown growing from the flesh on Luo Fumen's head, then ripped it off violently, sending up a spray of scarlet blood.

The moment the purple crown was forcibly ripped off, Luo Fumen's body trembled violently, his face contorted in extreme pain. His eyes were filled with despair and resentment, as if questioning why fate was so cruel.

Without hesitation, Zhu Pingan snatched the Holy Grail and the golden sword from Luofumen's hands, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. His movements were swift and decisive, showing no mercy whatsoever.

At the same time, Chen Feng quietly unleashed the Devouring Mystic Technique. His body trembled slightly, and an invisible power emanated from him. This power, like a vortex, continuously absorbed the spiritual energy of the Luofu Sect.

A satisfied smile appeared on Chen Feng's face; he could feel his spiritual power constantly increasing. Meanwhile, Luo Fumen's body gradually withered, as if the essence of life had been drained from it.

"boom--"

"ah--"

The remaining battle was exceptionally fierce and lasted for a long time. Chen Feng, like a ghost, secretly devoured the spiritual power of those top-tier experts, without making another move himself.

The high-ranking members of the Feather God Cult were gradually killed off, and the chaotic followers descended into a frenzied infighting. The raging fire, like a ferocious beast, gradually spread, mercilessly devouring everything in its path.

The entire Vatican was engulfed in flames, resembling a scene from hell. Thick smoke billowed, and flames soared into the sky, illuminating the night. The shouts of the believers and the sounds of fighting mingled together, creating a terrifying symphony.

After slaughtering the high-ranking members of the Feather God Cult, the powerful figures of Great Xia quickly retreated to the outskirts of Vatican City. They stood ready, guarding the roads leading out of the city, forming an impregnable defensive line.

The believers were trapped in the city and unable to escape, so they could only continue to fight and kill each other in despair.

The flames grew fiercer, reducing the entire city to ruins. Believers struggled in the inferno, their faith crumbling amidst the raging fire.

In the end, they and their faith turned to ashes and vanished on this war-torn land.

The fire lasted for half a month before being extinguished by a torrential rain, turning the entire Vatican into ruins. The Feather God Cult was thus destroyed, and most of the major evil god organizations were eradicated, except for a very small number of low-level believers who died or were injured in the civilian population.

Afterwards, the warriors of Great Xia began to spread their message widely and rescue the Westerners who were being kept by the evil god organization. It wasn't until many years later that the Western world regained some of its vitality, but only a few cities remained.