"Insolence!" God was furious. Someone had come to his door and blocked the entrance, calling him an idiot. How could he not be angry?
"You Easterners, don't push your luck! If you anger me, I'll show you what the wrath of God is like!"
boom!
A dazzling holy light erupted from the body of the Black God, surging like a landslide and a tsunami. The holy light slowly condensed and transformed into a pair of pure white wings behind him.
At the same time, visible to the naked eye, beams of white light swept in from all directions as if drawn by a force, rushing almost frantically into God's body, and in an instant, his wings grew even larger!
"The power of faith!" The old Taoist priest was slightly surprised: "Where did this black God find so many believers to provide him with the power of faith?"
He quickly recalled the believers he had seen in the Garden of Eden, who, upon seeing the enemy invade, did not resist or flee, but instead knelt down and prayed to God, their eyes filled with nothing but piety.
"Captain, in my opinion, this black God is also practicing visualization techniques. I just don't know which Western deity he is visualizing. The faith power he absorbs is the method that Western spirit masters of the last era were most skilled at. In the last era, there were many Western sects, all of which were actually vying for faith power."
He must have used some means to brainwash the Western public on a large scale; otherwise, it would have been difficult to gain so much faith. Most of those brainwashed have become fools who only believe in God.
Fang Xiu didn't speak, but looked at the holy light on the black God and frowned slightly.
This holy light gave him a familiar feeling, like... a mysterious angel!
When he fought the Joker, he summoned an angel to descend. At that time, the angel also revealed a small part of its power, including the eerie babbling that made people praise the angel, and the holy light that seemed to be able to purify everything!
Now, the abilities that the Black God is displaying are very similar to those of angels. Could it be... a mysterious angel contemplated by the Black God?
The visualization method seems to have never restricted visualization to deities, nor has it said that visualization of evil spirits is prohibited.
Having completed his transformation, God's aura surged dozens of times. The aura unique to sixth-tier powerhouses, amplified by the power of faith, became even more terrifying, subtly surpassing that of the Old Daoist Wuwei and Master Kongjian.
After all, this is a power that God obtained by brainwashing a large number of Westerners into being fools, so it cannot be said to be anything less than powerful.
"Fang Xiu, you've witnessed my power. I advise you to back down and not easily provoke a war. As long as you leave, the conditions I promised you will remain unchanged, and I guarantee all the antiques will be delivered to you within a month..."
"You still have the nerve to mention antiques?" Yang Ming roared. "Do you really think we don't know what you're up to?"
The Black God's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean by that?"
"What do you mean?" Yang Ming sneered, about to speak, but was interrupted by Fang Moli.
Fang Moli crossed his arms over his chest, the Xuanyuan Sword slanted into the ground, and slowly took a step forward, saying calmly, "Put away your laughable tricks. It's nothing more than a petty trick to extract mental power. Besides deceiving yourself, who else can you fool?"
Fang Moli was showing off in front, while Yang Ming was sabotaging him from behind.
He muttered to the crowd around him, "Who can he possibly fool? He talks like he wasn't fooled before."
Fang Moli, whose plan had been foiled, pretended not to hear and continued to face God directly.
"Nonsense! What do you mean by extracting mental power? I don't even know what you're talking about. What evidence do you have to prove it?" God vehemently denied it, refusing to acknowledge what he had done.
Fang Moli's eyes flashed like cold lightning, his expression aloof and arrogant. He said indifferently, "My words are the evidence."
God seemed to have heard something utterly absurd and laughed loudly: "Your words are proof? Based on a mere fifth-order being like you?"
He abruptly turned to Fang Xiu: "Fang Xiu, the antique has already been returned to your Xia Kingdom, and now you dare to bring up such a fabricated charge to slander me? Where is the evidence? What proof do you have that I did it! Just based on this kid's words?"
"You come here to accuse me without any evidence? Do you really think I'm easy to bully?!"
As God became angry, the entire world seemed to tremble slightly around Him. Some weaker parts of the ground even cracked under this substantial force, forming spiderweb-like patterns.
Faced with God's wrath, Fang Xiu calmly nodded and replied with only two words: "Yes."
(Something came up and I'll finish this tomorrow.)
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