"What the hell did I steal...?"
In the midst of the colorful waterfall, a tender green sapling rests on a fair palm.
The tender, delicate branches and emerald-green leaves are shrouded in a ring of almost transparent blue light, like a small snake coiling between your fingers.
Xiao Han pondered for a moment, then azure-gold flames rose up, engulfing the sapling and turning it into his own.
Witnessing Fei Lan's life points reach zero and be reduced to ashes by a group of powerful figures, Xiao Han silently gave a thumbs up, and secretly plotted to revive Fei Lan.
What was stolen was lifespan!
To his astonishment, Ferran never appeared again, as if he had truly perished...
Haha, that old rascal is really wicked, he's just trying to fool you!
...
"Attack with all your might!"
"I have the Divine Core in hand to defend against the demons and the attack from Valhalla (referring to the little fox)!"
"Only by overthrowing the Divine Court can our mission be considered a complete success!"
With a sharp shout, Amon flicked his sleeve, and a large bird, its head throbbing with rage, flew over, shattering the magic tower's internal defenses and revealing Sister Kana, paralyzed on the ground with a tragic expression.
"Your Excellency...you cannot fall! The Holy See still needs you!"
Kana's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, clutching the divine core.
The white robe was removed, revealing a delicate and flawless body. Her cascading, slightly wavy golden hair fell down, and her bright, intelligent eyes shone with a gentle, watery light, making her incredibly charming and possessing a quality that evoked pity in the viewer.
"Hehe, this nun has a great figure, she's a top-notch girl, I wonder what it would be like to play with her."
"After all, he is the High Priest of the Harvest Divine Court, don't mess him up."
"Delay will only lead to trouble. Kill her... But before I die, I really want to join you all in this, hahaha!"
The powerful figures sneered, deepening the nun's despair even further.
They were old and cunning, with greedy and lewd expressions that prevented Kana from having any will to resist, but secretly they were trying to kill their opponent as soon as possible.
Those present who could become extraordinary were all elites from Northern Europe, with an average age of over one hundred years old.
Even with the allure of Kana's exceptional beauty and the added charm of her superhuman status, the powerful figures could only sigh in regret. After completing their missions, they would return to their own lairs to indulge in intimate moments with their wives and concubines, venting their lust.
"don't want!"
Faced with the intimidation and sneak attacks from the powerful figures, Kana became increasingly terrified. Her moist tears obscured the glint of light in her eyes, and she held the heart-shaped divine core in her hands, which suddenly burst forth with brilliant light.
"boom!"
The greatsword, which had been hanging high in the sky, came crashing down.
The sword energy tore through the void, cleaved through the formation of the powerful figures, and unexpectedly killed a transcendent being.
The clouds rolled and the electric arcs crackled.
A dazzling light burst forth, whipping up a howling, swirling gale!
But everyone's expression changed drastically, their souls trembled, and they couldn't help but fall down, kneeling on the ground, looking up at the gods!
Divine Descent Technique!
After Ferran noticed the anomaly, the magic tower's teleportation mechanism was blocked, and the magical materials were exhausted. He entrusted a series of matters to Kana and faced the enemy to buy time.
Returning to that peak moment, Kana reconnected with the gods, exhausting much of her resources to successfully cast the Divine Descent spell.
The Divine Sword has been largely infiltrated by Valhalla, but it can still be used to kill enemies.
"Boom!"
The sea of clouds rolled and surged, stirring up endless energy factors, which, with the support of the battlefield of rice paddies, finally condensed into a thick, powerful hand!
Its entire body is platinum, shining brightly. Some parts of its palms are covered with scales, and a wisp of malevolent energy it emits can even suppress and kill ten thousand demons.
In a fit of rage, mountains collapsed and seas tsunamis erupted; they all abandoned all pretense of dignity!
“That’s… Arthas’s left hand!”
The powerful figures were shocked, their skills relentless as they frantically attacked the destroyed magic tower, only to be reflected back by a layer of golden light.
Legend has it that Arthas lost his sword of victory and was persecuted by the gods. During his lonely and wandering journey, he developed an indestructible left hand.
(Actually, he was passing through a thorny jungle when he grabbed a hydra egg with his left hand, thus beginning a journey where he was constantly being hunted.)
"Lord Amon, the only way is to use the Divine Core to blow off Arthas's arm!"
One of the extraordinary beings cried out in alarm, while Anmon, with a solemn expression, took out a divine core.
"The power of the Vulcan, with it, is to defeat the attack of the God of Harvest!"
"Lord Amon, quickly use it to defeat the God of Harvest!"
"It's just a severed arm, yet it dares to penetrate the boundary and descend upon this place!"
Many extraordinary individuals breathed a sigh of relief, while Amon, regarded as a fanatical follower of the God of Fire, was surrounded by a fierce storm.
As golden magical energy was poured in, the divine core trembled slightly, and countless molten lava and flames appeared, like a meteor shower, attempting to break through the limitations of reality and fall down.
The sage bestowed the divine core upon Anmon in order to counter the attack of the god of harvest.
"Haha! So what if you're the god of victory! If you dare to descend in your avatar, your divine power will be greatly diminished!"
The powerful figure who was aiming to bombard the magic tower took a few steps back and sneered.
But suddenly, a fist burning with flames burst out of his chest, and blood mist exploded!
The roaring flames shot out a scorching column of fire from the gaping hole in his chest, sending chills down one's spine.
His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
"Splash!"
The Fiery Fist was withdrawn, and the extraordinary person's spirit and energy were burned away by the blazing fire, leaving him without even a trace of thought, let alone any possibility of resurrection.
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